The Villainess Doesn't Need A New Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She will receive an endless richness and honour from the whole kingdom and stumps arrogantly at the rubbish old village. She thought that her husband would not leave her alone but it seems like she was wrong. The man is always busy to even care about her being. He only ever responds if she asks for money or jewellery but nothing more than that. He even won't sleep together with her at night, she actually seduces him just to get rejected! It is so weird for a man who used to love her ignore her completely. After a while, she finally found the factor of the whole problem... This girl, Jasmine Lilac! she became her husband new source of attention and she knows that as long as this girl is alive

Her gaze held nothing but mischievousness as she caressed him seductively while tracing her other hand up until she cupped his face "We have plan B, don't we… Vivie is crazy as we speak… losing her poor parents and baby, was a lot for her… Victor will be weak and frustrated," Valentina was sure Victor was only putting up a front. Vivienne was his weakness. He danced to her tune and did whatever she said. Victor was a man but listened to his wife. But now his wife had gone crazy hence he was all alone

This vampire master must be muddling up my brain with his powers if he had one. Then, he circled me once more. This wasn't a negotiation anymore. This was more like an interrogation. "Three, your husband rejected you simply because you're a woman and that your marriage is a fake just to save his throne." This time, my blood ran cold. Fuck, he was spot on.

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.

She was sweating profusely in the video as she begged her husband, tears running down her face like a dam. "Please William, I beg you, we didn't had any fight, while the gun?" She trembled slightly, as she hugged the couch near her, begging her husband. "Oh, Dear, I have to compensate someone with your blood" Her husband laughed hysterically. Her blood? Compensate? Her head banged archly, as she gazed at her husband with fear, "Who wants my blood?" "Look, it is the under world don that wants your blood, he is thirty to drink your blood, so I have to give him yours" He explained, his eyes turning darker.

She isn't really sad, all I can see is anger, not heartbreak. “You shouldn't have snooped around, and now you just want to ruin what we had,” he says. Most cheaters think like that, like they can deceive anyone. They don't know how stupid they sound when saying it. “I just want you to know how stupid you are. Your understanding level is low, and your grammar is bad. But I decided to just overlook those things and stay. But f*** you!" She cusses him out and doesn't leave out the legendary part. She splashes coffee on his face. Two times.

“What do you think?” “I think that you are making a point with this meal,” I told him earnestly. “Ecaeris and Akyran took away Aien, so you are showing them by placing him at a lower table that they did not take away something that you value. And as Aien would not come when you asked him, you are punishing him by having me wear his mother’s dress,” I did not doubt that he knew that Aien and I had been lovers. I did not know how it was that he had determined it, but he had, and that was why he had targeted me. “As your wife gave her life for the villagers, you take their lives,” I continued. “And that one is a double-edged sword because in doing that, you also punish her for her sacrifice, by

She moved closer, "you think I like where I am? You think I love being married to the man that owns this house? You think I love him?!!" Natalie said nothing. After a while, she slapped her tongue on the roof of her mouth, "He gives you all you need, you should be contended. Sophia's jaw dropped, she had no idea what she was going to do but she was upset. Unexpectedly, she slapped her step sister on the cheek, "you stupid little brat! I'm here because I wanted to save your life. I'm married to this beast because I wanted you to be okay. I was forced by mom and this is what I get for being kind with the rest of my entire life?!!! You're a fucking joke!!" She turned around and barged out.

She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire. And by the ancient laws of their underworld alliances, she was their fated, promised wife. A dark, predatory amusement settled over the study. "This makes things so much easier," Vincenzo smirked wickedly, a sinister glint in his eyes. "She is our wife now, whether she likes it or not." "Why don't we let our little princess have her fun?" Valerius agreed, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Let her believe she actually managed to escape us. It will be much more delicious to crush her illusions later."