The Villain's Daughter-in-law Has Limited Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

If he doesn’t treat my daughter like a treasure, what need is such a son-in-law? This was the first time his dear daughter is bringing home a man as the one he heart yearns for, he must help her to test his character. His daughter, Ariadne was his only baby girl and any man who would have her must be worthy! There are no two ways about this. “My baby! You have better come up with another trick. This one of talking with a sulky tone is outdated and doesn’t work on me anymore! No matter what you say to me today, I won’t approve of this relationship!”

WHEN THE VILLAIN FALLS IN LOVE Everyone knows Alessia Romano. Powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. A woman who doesn't forgive betrayal and doesn't believe in love. So when Amara Quinn walks into her life, Alessia has no intention of falling for her. Amara is only supposed to be an employee. A temporary part of Alessia's carefully calculated plan. But Amara is stubborn, innocent in ways Alessia doesn't understand, and completely unimpressed by the woman everyone else fears. For the first time, Alessia finds herself wanting something she can't control. Her. What begins as curiosity becomes attraction. Attraction becomes obsession. And obsession becomes somethi

She sat beside her and whispered, “I understand how you feel, dear. You and Theo were supposed to have everything together… power, title, respect. And now? It’s all been handed to that little healer girl.” Her daughter looked up, hope glinting in her eyes. “So you agree with me?” The woman smiled slowly. “Let your father think we’ve given up. But sometimes… fate needs a little nudge. I’ll help you get what should’ve been yours.” For the first time since leaving Theo’s estate, the daughter smiled again. But it wasn’t a kind smile—it was one filled with quiet vengeance. ---

The same enforcer who handled the contracts no one else would touch. The betrayal inside my own bloodline became real in that moment. My grandmother was not a frail old woman waiting out her days under cashmere blankets. She was directing the man who would put a bullet in me if the price was right. The soft voice that had stroked my hand and asked about my dress was the same voice now giving orders about timing and access points and the need for it to look clean. My stomach turned so hard I tasted metal. Rage and fear and a sick, dizzying grief twisted together until I could barely breathe around them. Softiya had held me as a little girl. Softiya had wiped my tears when I fell. Softiya was

“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.