روايات وقصص ضمن The Villain Discovered My Identity

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.

He asks, and I suppose hearing those words gives me some relief. “We must discover my identity since, as you previously stated, it has piqued your curiosity, correct?” Perhaps being wicked seems to have a lot of advantages as I can be perceived as being as dangerous as other bad beings, such as this young man who appears to be relishing his current personal situation. I extend my right hand to touch his cheeks, and unlike before, he never pushes them away. Instead, he seems to merely narrow his eyes before moaning when I mess with his hair.

How will I ever save face in the community after this? Who would ever listen to me or even respect me again? This evil person has tarnished my image beyond repair, and the worst part was that I didn’t even know who they were. At least, if I knew their identity, I could try my hands as a perfect revenge. But in this case, I was in a blind fight with someone who clearly had the stronger hand. Victor turned to me. “Are you sure you didn’t tell one of your friends about us? I mean, we’ve been so careful, there’s no reason for anyone to suspect, let alone follow us to the point that they have crazy pictures like this.”

Like he was analyzing every word, every micro-expression, calculating whether she was telling the truth. Finally, he spoke. "I exposed the Chen family's illegal activities to the authorities. I'm the reason their business collapsed. I'm the reason Marcus fled the country. I'm the villain in your story, Miss Cortez, whether you realize it or not." Elena's chest tightened. She suspected, but hearing him confirm it... "Are you?" she asked quietly. "The villain?" His eyebrow raised slightly. "Excuse me?"

Someone knew she had come to tell me the truth, and they had poisoned an innocent elderly woman just to keep her quiet. I looked up at Valerius. His face was set in a dark mask of rage, his hazel eyes flashing bright, predatory gold as his wolf, Zenith, roared beneath his skin. A cold realization washed over me. I wasn't just an unwanted wolfless servant who had gotten caught up in a fake bride trick. My very existence was a dangerous secret, and whoever was hiding it was willing to kill anyone who tried to help me find the truth.

With that, the next thing she knew, she launched again and managed to cut his mask in two. His mask fell down, revealing his face, but his hand was quick enough to cover his face and he turned around to avoid her. “Stay away.” He fired. Lady Vienna smirked, but then realized it. Dillon was always mysterious in the book, his identity was unknown. Could it be...Wait...no, those red eyes and black hair and mask...why was she stupid? “Duke Raziel?” She asked, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Dillon is Duke Raziel! He’s the villain!

) breathing in deeply before continuing his discussion. Bailey:( In the plot the villainess could be described as meek, obedience and a coward but it was all a mask. The real villainess was a twisted and burning with hatred and jealousy, and wanted to destroy everything in her of her way... So do you now understand your current identity). Bailey carefully explain all that was needed to know to her host who was eating another plate of beef stew. It looked like our MC has found the kitchen and now lunching on all the well prepared foods which was consider as the leftovers in the eyes of our MC.

Although I don't know why it sounded familiar when I tried to call him that name, anyway I'm still a bit disappointed and a bit angry. However, for me, I can't be guilty about what might deceive me since I didn't conceal any of my intentions but for Phoenix, it was different. I was used to that psychotic villain in the first place, concealing his identity and acting like a butler. Of course, I didn't doubt him because this butler could walk with his two legs while Mr. Valcarcel can't. However, this Phoenix keeps on deceiving me and even conceals his real identity. Engagement my ass! This man must already know that I always called him a psychopath villain yet acted dumb about it.

They'd burned my reputation. They'd made me what I was. A villain. And yet, I wasn't done. Because I had something they didn't. Something none of them had even thought to look for. I had Vesper's number. It had taken years to find it. Longer still to convince her I was useful. But she'd trusted me once. And maybe she'd trust me again. I dug the phone from the hem of my dress. Tiny. Flexible. Black-market. I dialed. It rang once.

he suspected. "Huh?!" Ryan cupped his face and let him look at her. "Why would I do that? I won't hurt my baby." Slyvester smiled in excitement. Then an idea came to him. His smile vanished at the thought of the answer. "I knew it!" he gasped. "Someone from the three stepped on me with both feet." The only person who could do that was the man sitting across from him. And that's... " Vincent," Slyvester said while gritting his teeth. If Slyvester is Cinderella, Vincent is the stepmother—the main villain.