Novel & Cerita The Villain Was Right

I wasn’t sure I trusted it. Victor’s hands shook. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed. “Possibly,” I said. “But not as much as you’re going to regret underestimating me twice.” Lena finally found her voice. “You’re turning him against us,” she said, eyes bright with angry tears. “You’ve always been so good at that—playing the victim, making everyone think we’re the villains.” I laughed. It sounded strange and sharp in the echoing room. “If you didn’t want to look like villains,” I said, “you probably shouldn’t have tried to kill me. Repeatedly.”

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

His smile was wicked, triumphant, and for the first time, I saw the true depth of his cruelty. “You should have listened to me, Pamela,” Victor said, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re not a victim in this story. You’re the villain. You always have been.” I took a step back, confusion crashing into me like a tidal wave. “What are you talking about?” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “I’m not the villain. I’ve been trying to stop this—everything. I didn’t—” “No,” Victor interrupted, cutting me off. “You didn’t understand. You’re part of a much larger design, Pamela. You think I’m the mastermind behind everything, but no. You’ve been manipulated. You’ve always been.”

“Tell me, Izana, do you think of me as a villain too?” “Who told you that you’re a villain?” Izana’s voice sharpened. Realizing that he was scaring after seeing her flinch, his gentle voice came back and there was a hint of apology in it: “Whoever said that, they are the villain. They can prosecute you as if they are standing in the high ground. They don’t know what you’ve been through. You are a strong sweet girl who still gives sunshine to others even when darkness tried their hardest to cling to you. They just don’t know you…”

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

"It changes what we know. Not who we are." Victor watched us from across the room. His expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. Recognition, maybe. Or envy. "You two really care about each other," he said. "That's sweet. Naive, but sweet." "Shut up," Lucien said. "Make me." Victor smiled. "I'm not the villain here, Mr. Black. I'm just the messenger. The villain is dead. Both of them. But their empire isn't. And someone is running it."

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.