The Villain's Beloved Daughter の小説・ストーリー

I can see fear creeping up to him. “Let’s see. I want you dead” - Gabe says and Alex’s eyes meet his. “B...but I have a daughter” - he says “I could care less about that” - Gabe replies “She’ll be better off without a shit of father like you” - I say “Please don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want” - he says “Okay, so I want to keep you tied up in a cell receives a beating every day for the rest of your life as you receive constant updates on how happy Amelia is with me and our little daughter” - I say

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....

"You heard me. The girl is a liability now. Her mother stole ten million from our vault and vanished. Left Avery here as collateral like some cheap marker. Word is spreading fast. The packs see weakness. Darius Crowe will use this to tear us apart at the hearing. We execute her cleanly. Send a message that Blackthorns don't tolerate thieves blood in our house." I stepped forward, heart slamming. "You can't be serious. I just sat in your office. We made a plan to lure her back. I recorded the message myself. Now you want to kill me over her crimes?" Victor ignored me and looked at his sons. "Damien. Jax. This protects all of us. Honor demands it. The scentless girl brought rot into our walls.

“He is just one of the many husbands you’ll have as my heir. You can have anyone you want. Pick from the list of men I’ll be giving you later.” “You’re an evil person, Gestoni! You are a devil incarnate! I will never ever forgive for breaking me up like this! From now on, you are no longer my father! You did not treat me as your daughter so why not just let me be! Why do you always have to hurt me like this?! Why do you need to kill me in the most painful ways?!” She looked at her lap where Daemon is lying. “How could you take him from me?! How could you kill Daemon after you’ve stolen my child away from me?! Do you really hope to see your daughter die in front of you?!”

He scans her, " I hope you aren't sad to see this. What can I do? I chose to stay Villain in your story because I don't like the choice of humanity and inhumanity!" His hand reaches her face, brushing her cheek, " How could I let my enemy have a beautiful wife like you with such a cute girl? What I can't have and what he has, I have to destroy them, shouldn't I? This is how we worked, remember? Destroy those that are obstacles to our paths!" Oryx's calm stays stable as she counts every one of his words. Not only did he steal her daughter from the hospital, but also she was played by him multiple times.

"Do it. Prove your point." In this, she stole his victory. She denied him the symphony of fire and the pleasure of her negotiation. She reduced his masterpiece of revenge to a simple, ugly patricide. The mask fell. The charming villain, the wronged noble, the cunning strategist—all gone. What remained was the bare, corrosive hatred that had always festered beneath. The game was over. He raised the pistol, centering it on her chest. His eyes—the same storm-grey as hers—held nothing but cold, surgical intent. He saw his daughter not as a person, but as the final, flawed equation in his life's work. A variable to be eliminated.

I set my drink aside and turn fully toward him, reaching for his hand again. “Lorenzo…” He doesn’t pull away, but his gaze stays fixed on the horizon, like looking at me might break him. “He wasn’t just a bad ruler. He was… poison. My older brothers—Valentino, Vincenzo—they tried to shield me from the worst of it. But power… power is a sick thing. It rots you from the inside.” He swallows hard. “When the Dragon Daughter came—the one meant to unite the wolves and the dragons, to bring peace—he saw her strength. Her beauty. Her *power*. And instead of alliance, he chose violation.”

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.