The Villain's Beloved Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In a toneless, doleful voice, I uttered, “I don't think he loves me. I think he will eventually choose one of them as his Luna.” Yes, because one of those Alpha Females could be Villainess Snow. Mom tentatively bit her lower lip. She frowned with her eyebrows draped. Now both her hands cupped my cheeks. “Do you see how he breaks your daughter's heart?” Dad directed a hint of anger at Mom. He tossed his napkin down on the table. He, too, finished eating and was covering the empty container.

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a

“Then we find a way to show her who the real villain is… before she becomes something we can’t bring back. I want to believe that we can stop him, that she can get her revenge from the man who actually deserves it. If she's going to die, then she might die after we give her our explanation. She can choose. She hasn't brained. She can think to decide who she wants to stand with. And whom she wants to stand against.” Because now we all knew. Giovanni didn’t just raise a secret daughter, he raised a weapon. And that weapon was about to tear through everything.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

He raises his brows, "Madam Yuan. I assume you are here to speak about your daughter." She nods, "Yes, I am. I came here to ask of you to please take care and treat my daughter well. Motherhood is the greatest yet the hardest thing. I hope you understand what I mean.." The Seventeenth Prince acknowledges her statement with a disparaging smile, "I know exactly what you mean. But Madam Yuan, what do I get in return for sacrificing my interests?" To her bewilderment, she says, "This Madam does not understand what you mean, your Highness."

I couldn't do this anymore. I was just nineteen and I was worrying so much like I was older. I was just nineteen and I had a daughter, a daughter who at first I didn't know about. Who had wheeled her way into my heart and dispersed the loneliness and darkness brewing there. A daughter who had looked up to me like she was the best person in the world. An innocent little girl that was mine but was now taken by my worst enemy. Someone who wanted to use me for his selfish reasons, who wanted to punish me in every way imaginable, someone with no heart and a cold blooded killer.

Fucking, pathetic. “You are lying he... He won’t . He didn’t love her but he wouldn't do that.” She wiped at her tears and shook her head, refusing to believe me even though I sensed a part of her realised the truth. She said, “She is his daughter.” Her head jerked up as she gritted out, still fighting the truth maybe because she didn't want to accept how much she failed the sister that she was thinking she protected all this time, “You are putting everything you did on him... You are the villain!” “You think I am lying, then why don't you ask your sister.”

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc