روايات وقصص ضمن The Villain Discovered My Identity

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

"You’re not Lila? You’ve been lying—pretending to be the queen? An imposter? An identity thief of the worst kind? My God, how low can someone stoop?" Shame washed over me and my cheeks burned. My eyes brimmed with fresh tears. An uncontrolled sob escaped me, and I felt the urge to hide. "I know I’m horrible, but I didn’t have a choice. Please, hear me out. I’m not the villain you think I am."

Listening to them shamelessly change their tune made my stomach turn. I had always been polite and friendly, thinking I had earned their respect. But it took just one necklace for me to see who was truly loyal and who was deceitful. Lily, however, took the revelation even harder. Her frail frame wobbled for a moment before she collapsed to her knees beside David, mumbling incoherently. “This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be! “Say something, Dad! He’s not Jackson Anderson, and she’s not the real heiress of the Anderson family! I’m the real heiress!”

All of his kindness had been only to me. "You," he said, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "So you are real?!" I shook my head, unable to bear his alluring voice that was commanding and musical. All I could think was that I got caught! I can no longer live in hiding from him - like I did in past. But how?! How was he even able to find me?! It had been Valentin Volkov in that conference hall who spotted me. It was the villain. Yet the hero was the first one to find her - but only God knew how he did, even though she was on a plane flying over London.

“Witchcraft—” “Villainess—” The word struck like a thrown dagger, cutting straight through the noise. Villainess. Seren’s pulse faltered. The System flickered, words slicing across her vision like smug lightning. [New Identity Confirmed: Villainess Omega.] [Directive Initiated: Rule through fear, desire, or both.] The glowing HUD pulsed bright enough that wolves nearest her actually shielded their eyes, mistaking it for divine fire. Kael’s arm around her waist tightened, his low growl silencing the pack. But the damage was already done—the chant had begun. A chant not for her, but against her.

I couldn’t even imagine the horrors he must have suffered—every bit of it that had stolen his ability to feel. Last night he’d laid himself bare to me, he’d let me see a part of him that not many knew about, and I couldn’t help but wonder what’ll happen when he discovered that I was nothing but a lie. I’d tricked his beta into revealing confidential information about the pack—information that’ll be used against them. Guilt twisted in my chest at the thought. Turns out he was never the Villian, no, the real villian was me, I just didn’t realize it. And in the end, i’ll be forced to choose between my pack–my family and a man who couldn’t love me.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

"What is it, Victor? Speak quickly." Victor took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes darting around as if searching for potential eavesdroppers. "Nabitha has discovered your true identity," he revealed, his voice barely above a whisper. My heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of fear and determination flooding through me but I pretended not to show it . "How? How did she find out?" Victor's expression shifted from concern to guilt. "I'm afraid it was my fault. She overheard me talking about our previous encounter, and she put the pieces together. She knows who you really are, Xav Macrogy."

The same people he had traveled such a long distance to find me so I could save them were the same people who chanted that I was a thief and a traitor. My stomach twisted, anger raging inside me because he didn't know who was standing before him. He was asking so much of me. I didn't say a word as I turned around and walked back into the house. Viktor and the other guys were in the living room, waiting to see if I would go or stay. He got up from the couch when he saw me close the door. "Dr. Vale, are you alright?" He asked, leaning toward me. For a moment, I wanted to scream the truth — to rip the disguise off and show them who I really was. But I pushed the impulse down. They didn’t need t

I asked, trying to sound casual, I failed, but Vlad went on, staring at the walls like he could see his own future, like he could see himself on the imaginary throne, rulling the world. "No, that is not an option, but I do need to capture the white wolf." "So you are a bitter villain; this is all for some kind of payback?" "No, little wolf, this is my destiny; you sound so brave, but your very own heart gives you away. Such a shame that you betray your own kind to work for me." It was no surprise that he knew; of course he would know I was not bitten. Maybe I should take off the contact lenses, but again, I still needed my disguise.