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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?

But Vanessa charged on without restraint this time, her hands gesturing wildly. “I am sick of this entire family! Your …your, uhm…grand murder keeps trying to invent ways to get rid of me, while your precious Isla walks around pretending she’s the damn Queen of England! I kept to myself, Nate. I minded my business until they forced me to fight back. Remember that!” Her voice had a fresh crack of rage. “And now, I’m the villain? I’m the problem? I’m the snake?” Her hands were flailing in the air. “I’m the one you’re ashamed of?”

Arielle’s fingers tightened around the fabric, her knuckles turning white beneath the plasters. “She will twist this,” Arielle continued, her eyes hardening. “She will make me the villain, the hysterical outsider trying to displace his oldest friend. Believe me, Dru... I had villains in my story and I know how low they can stoop.” “Then what do we do?” Drusilla asked. A slow, dangerous smile curved Arielle’s lips.

“Instead of them thinking you’ve been kidnapped, they’ll now believe you’re the villain!” What? What is she even talking about? Kidnap? Villain? This is insane. She’s been spouting off about her master plan, throwing around words like "kidnap" and "villain" as if we're in some kind of crime fiction. Her wild eyes and manic grin make her look even more unhinged. My mind races, trying to make sense of her madness. Why is she doing this? What does she want from me?

Even Keila, ever composed, faltered slightly. "My lady... that's-" "Impossible?" Carmen cut in, smirking. "We'll see about that." She turned, the sunlight from the open door casting a golden glow around her figure as she stepped outside. The people of Valeria may hate her now. But soon, she would rewrite the entire story. This was just the beginning. Valeria would soon see a different kind of noblewoman.

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

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.

After Xyla calmly turned around to exchange glances with Georgie Clementine, she began to fight back with the martial arts skills she had learned over the years when she was abroad. Closely after that, Georgie picked up a bottle of beer and joined her in the fight. They managed to take down two of the gangsters within half a minute with their swift and clean movements. Apart from Stanley Batton, everyone else at his table was shocked… Henry rubbed his eyes before stammering, “Why are our sister-in-law and her friend so brave?” Sebastian Brenand gulped. “They are ferocious, but I like it!” Without saying a word, Stanley glanced coldly at a group of bodyguards dressed in black and waved his ha

Abdul-Dayyan walked out of the bathroom with just black sweatpants, a hand was plunged into it's pocket and a lazy smile was on his face as he leaned on the doorframe watching her. "Well I see sleeping beauty has finally decided to grace us with her consciousness." "You!" She pointed a finger at him, she grabbed an art work from the wall and hauled it at him, he narrowly dodged it and it fell on the floor shattering into several pieces. "So apparently you have a knack for throwing things at people, including yourself" God! He loved getting under her skin. "Really?" She all but screamed and walked over to where she stood, she was tall but he still hovered over her and stared down at her with