The Villainess Doesn't Need A New Husband Novels & Stories

The comments erupted again. [That’s the villainess. What is she doing here?] [We’re doomed. She’s definitely going to help her get the abortion. After all, the female lead only gets into the Cooper family because of those kids.] [The plot’s completely falling apart. There’s no saving this story now.] I stared blankly at the woman they called the villainess. Was she really that cruel? In the original story, she was the male lead’s childhood friend, the girl who had grown up beside him, and the one bound to him by an arranged engagement.

I have trusted him. It’s hard... so hard to just see him as the villain. Especially when he says he wants to talk. Especially when he says he's regretful, that he wants me back, that we can work this out. But after sitting here, watching him perform this entire charade that he believes passes for an apology... I can’t ignore it anymore. I’ve been married to a man I never really knew. This has always been a movie. No, probably a fantasy. He gave me a fantasy. A carefully constructed illusion of the life I thought I was living, the life I thought I had… all while he took everything from me.

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up

"Thanks for the concern, Dominic, but you don’t need to worry. The dumbest thing I’ve done so far was falling in love with you and marrying you. Thankfully, I’ve come to my senses now." My expression darkened further. When she had professed her love for me, she hadn’t looked like this. Besides, I had never mistreated her in the three years we were together, so how had I become the villain in her story? "Vivian Carter, don’t let yourself get played and then come crying to me. I won’t be moved even a little!"

she said to the salespeople who were now suspiciously watching me. The humiliation was too much. Still, I was willing to walk away without any care, but... that's not what they want. "Like husband, like wife," Giana smirked. "Her husband steals from us and sends her out to take from others!" "Shut up!" I hissed at her, unable to take it anymore. Why do they have to drag Victor into this? "Do not spout nonsense about my husband!" "Why not? His bitchy mother married a low-class bastard and gave birth to him! Now, he is trying to connect his name to the Ryders!" she snaps, glaring at me.

Men like him were rare and difficult to find, therefore she had decided to become his second wife. But slowly as she tried to convince him she realized that she was miserable. She went to bed every night feeling like the villain of a romance story. The villain who tries to come in between the hero and the heroine. She didn’t want to be the villain. She didn't want to go to bed feeling guilty and mean. She didn't want to be selfish or greedy. She knew she had to let him go, not just for his sake but for herself as well. Deep down she knew she wouldn't be happy after ruining someone else's happiness.

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.

As much as possible, I don't want anyone to feel this sorrow. "Then why don't we just let them stay here?" Joewella gasped and shrieked in horror "My lady!" Uhh, this is not the expression I expected. "How could I, a mere servant, bring my family in my master's palace?!" I scratched my head in realization. Oh yeah, I'm living in a world where status greatly influences people's actions. "But how about I do this, I will hire your daughter as my personal maid and your husband as the butler of this palace?" Well, Victoria doesn't have any servant in the manor aside from Joewella so I think this idea will do.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.