The Villain's Daughter-in-law Has Limited Time Novels & Stories

“Father, I beg you, please, Father, how is this my fault the divorce never happened, father? I’m your daughter. She is not; she is a fake, a cheater, father; please show some mercy.” She was grasping straws, her crocodile tears dropping. Other family members felt pity for her, not the older man or his wife. They had seen many shady characters in this woman. No one could be more poisonous than her. “Lina, have I ever admitted you as my daughter-in-law, don’t kid me. You were never and never will be my daughter-in-law; I only have one daughter-in-law, our Aurora, so you think you could ever get into our knight family if not for my foolish son? So now we don’t have any relationship, pack up and

He wasn’t. When the moment came, the villain realized too late that he had underestimated us. Lucian moved like a storm unleashed, shadows wrapping around him, strikes precise, calculated, lethal. The villain panicked. He threatened me, tried to bargain, tried to use my father’s presence against us—but Lucian’s fury was unstoppable. He cornered him. Every word the villain spoke was recorded by my father: every confession, every plot, every cruel detail of why he had returned. And when the villain refused to release me, when he dared to reach for his weapon, it ended.

I reminded him gently. He started to shake his head. “Not really. Not really, Daethie. I was hiding you from the world because I feared that if they knew, they would take you away from me.” He sighed heavily, and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin. “I was still my father’s son. It seemed not to matter as much in Nerith, and not at all when I was alone with you… And I could pretend to myself… But when Ecaeris brought me the formal clothes and told me that they’d had to amputate that man’s arm,” he drew in a deep breath through his nose and released it. “And then, there you were, every inch the princess amongst your family… I realized that I was a villain, just like my father. A

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

He then looked at me and smiled. Vlad: Father was right, I really can not believe you are the daughter of the most evil parents in the world. But don't worry, without Vivian, Valtor is nothing for you. You can defeat him and don't worry. Vivian will never get a chance to touch you. Father has his plans to torture her for the rest of her life. Take care of her, Moon. She is a gift for you from our father. The king of the fairyland.

Lucian said, keeping his voice low but commanding. Chris frowned, crossing his arms. “And you are sure this is necessary? She’s just a lady. Do you really think she’s that much of a threat?” Lucian’s gaze flicked in my direction briefly before returning to Chris. I quickly moved my eyes away, and my ears stood erect again. “She’s not just a random lady, Chris. I didn't expect such a response from you. She’s the daughter of a traitor. If we underestimate her, it could cost us. I won’t make that mistake again.”

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.

Her face was dark, her brow furrowed, her voice cold and hard as iron. "Ophelia, why do you stir up chaos the moment you come back? Romina isn't well, she can't take this kind of shock!" "What are you doing pestering Orlando? Don't you know he's Romina's fiancé?" My father snapped, "Don't pull this kind of scheming in my house!" [oh ho! here we go! waiting for the villainess to throw a fit!] [here it comes! the limited-time item "unborn baby" is about to get its big moment!]

I walked down from the stage step by step, heading toward Cynthia. Charlie finally spoke up, "Lucas, Mom, Dad... Are you really going to believe Cynthia based on her word alone? There's no proof. Besides, Maddie is your biological daughter. No matter what, you can't take an outsider's word over hers." Cynthia looked at Charlie and replied, "Charlie, I know you don't usually like me, but it's clearly Maddie's fault. How can you not tell right from wrong?" I did not bother listening to their pointless back and forth. Instead, I grabbed Cynthia's wrist in one swift move.