The Villain's Beloved Daughter Novels & Stories

And then I found his daughter, a correct target who could help me win this game of blood. My right man in command, Kevin, had got me her information. Lucifer Miller's daughter never stays with him, I was told. Reason, she despised her father's illegal acts and was leaving somewhere in an unknown city with a friend for months but no one knew where! Initially I did not accept the information that I was provided with. For it was too much to digest that the mafia king's daughter despised killing and oppressions. I had assumed her to be an asshole daughter just like her brother with a bitchy attitude, rude actions, guns in the back pocket of her tight jeans and a doggie boyfriend who would lick h

"Have you forgotten who she is? She is the..." "The daughter of the traitor that poisoned my father to death, and ran away with his wife. The one I have been seeking vengeance on for all the years of my life... The one I have vowed to vent my vengeance on from his first to his third generation... The one I vowed not to spare anything related to him when I finally get my hands on him..." He cuts her off in almost a high-pitched voice. He runs his fingers through his hair frustratingly, turning his back to her. "I know all of that. She is the daughter of a traitor, but because I love her... Everything has changed now. I have a problem with her father, and not her..."

He scoffed, then took menacing strides toward me and roughly grabbed my face with his right hand, "What is there to prove when every fucking soul in this pack knows about his truth?!" I winced at the painful grip; it was bruising, and with a bit more force, he could break my jaw without a second thought. That was Lucas, remorseless and merciless. Everyone knew him as cold and ruthless, but for me, those were merely his starting points. "Your father was a piece of shit, a fucking despicable greedy being, just like you. I don't want to see your fake tears, you traitor's daughter," he spat through clenched teeth. His face was perilously close, his breath mingling with mine, it made me scared of

He dipped his hands back into his pockets and turned. Her eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly wiped away. She cannot be seen sobbing for fear of further humiliation. "I am the Pack's Alpha Princess, not the daughter of a traitor. My father is not a traitor—you falsely accused him because you wanted to overthrow him…." a sniffle. She took a large gulp. "I killed your daughter because you murdered my father. You should understand how it feels to lose a loved one...

Walking over, I pick it up. "Nelly, by the time you see this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for doing this to you but I couldn't give my son to that monster. You've heard the rumors about him and what he's capable of. I can't let my little boy grow up to be like him. So when he came for his child, I gave him your daughter. He didn't know the gender of the baby I was carrying. As a girl, your daughter will live like a princess. Fathers love their daughters and protect them. You have nothing to worry about now. I hope you'll forgive me for doing this to you. One day I'll repay you for this but until then, don't hate me too much. Fab."

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

I said, doing my best to keep my words steady despite knowing they would hurt. “You’re sure?” he asked, swallowing hard and lowering his gaze. “That it was her? Yes. But also... no,” I admitted, exhaling deeply and sinking into my chair. “What do you mean?” he pressed, taking a seat across from me. “It was her. Your daughter,” I said, looking away. “But it wasn’t the Meridian we knew. She’s changed. She’s one of them now.” “She must’ve been ensnared by their dark magic,” he said, his voice hoarse. “My little girl...” he sighed deeply.

"But Val, no one will kill their parents. I can't kill my own father, what do I have to gain if I do that? This brings me to ask, what was the actual reason you married Cillian so quickly? I can agree to the fact that Cillian had a hand in what happened to our parents and Jaxson but... don't you think you may have connived with him to spite me? I've thought about it so many times. But why? Father treated you so well to the point that I was jealous of the relationship between the two of you. How could you..." I tossed my phone away immediately, the device bouncing off the far wall. "The fuck!!!" I paced the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. She had turned the entire narrative upside d

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.