The Villainess Daughter 소설 & 이야기

chided my father, “He mentioned you even initiated it. And after what you stated last night at dinner.” “If I had initiated it, why in the world would he have blocked my powers?” I grinded my teeth. “He lies to you, Coven leader. This is your daughter, why do you not have her back?” coldly stated Damien. “What would a killer know?” shot back Vincent. “I may be a killer, but even I know how to respect women, and nearly being around for five centuries, I know when someone is lying. Your daughter speaks the truth,” defended Damien. I wish he’d ease up on his tone. Vincent looked between us.

I ask. “The Goddess. Some of us are born to serve. Some of us are born to lead.” She replies. “We were born to serve. If not our alpha and King— our mate!” “I will serve no one.” I say through gritted teeth. The meat and cheese rolls are now sitting like bricks in my belly. “Be careful, Ceres. Someone may hear that and think you are treasonous.” She cautions. “I met a girl some time ago. She is the Lady’s maid for Madame Perimeade Zhadnost. Belle is her name I think? Her mother belongs to your house.” I say to shift the conversation.

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.

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.

“Well, that would just be trouble, wouldn’t it? I am hardly the man any dragon wants for his daughter. The son of a villain, a warlock who turns villagers into stone…” “It’s not like that, Aien,” I said softly, placing my hand over where his rested on his knee. Though, truly, I did not know. My ideas of appropriateness came from my mother’s court, which although it shared its realm with the fairy brethren, held to predominantly human ideas of behavior. “Dragons aren’t like that.” “But you are not just a dragon, Daethie,” he said with unusual darkness. For a moment, I could see the man his father was reputed to be on his face. “You are also a princess.”

I didn’t belong here. “Father... Alistair is right... Scarlett isn’t a good person,” Victor then added, being the only other person present that had the courage to interrupt them. “You can ask Aurora yourself. She grew up with Scarlett in Easthaven. They made her into a slave, forced her into serving them. But she’s a survivor of the war with Ashburne. Aurora was just telling me this morning about how Scarlett was one of the worst offenders of her abuse.”

“My daughter, Talia, is a victim of this….” Talia trembled with fear as her father growled at Aiden, she was about to say something but a glare from him shut her up. The woman began talking, “Victim! No she’s not. She’s got the heart of a demon in her. That’s what happens when you create something from evil. She’s evil. She’s evil. She’s evil. She’s evil.” Talia’s father grabbed the older woman. I'd have intervened but it wasn’t my place. I wish I could help her though. The man’s arm was hurting her but she didn’t squeal in pain, she reveled in it even more. Her eyes becoming more erratic…

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

"Because she was weak. She begged. She trusted. She allowed love to blind her. And it killed her. "Told of her as if she weren't the only glue holding this world together." "She held you together, Miyal," Perfera snapped. "And that made her dangerous." The air chilled. Miyal stepped back. Not out of fear—but out of resolve. "You're Vosvak's daughter, don't you think?" he asked at last. Perfera halted. "What was that?" "The mark on the confession. The method you use to manipulate memory. The fires you command. You did not simply rise up. You're his daughter. You're his heir."

" Well, I don't see any case of my involvement. " Everyone stayed quite but william didn't give and he protested. " Though you may be right but, you are still that traitors daughter." She pinched the space between her eyebrows and said." Well, I can't deny that. Still from what I know it was that lady who claimed to be my stepmother Janice who made my father....I mean my late king Damien to do so. She had been manipulating him to even torture me. " " So is it my fault now. You may be right about you being suffered and your whole family. But what about me? Do you think I was living in luxury. "