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She used Alyssa's background to manipulate me into believing she was a more worthy mate and I had foolishly allowed myself to fall under her spell. But the way of the heart is not the way of the brain. It was Alyssa I was in love with and my heart could not bear to be with someone else. No wonder the moon goddess chose her. I would have stood my ground. I would have rejected my father's proposal no matter the consequence, all this drama would have been avoided but it was too late to cry. Marietta is a strong-willed woman and one thing was certain, she wasn't going to let me go without a fight.

His weight just shifted, muscles coiling, like his body remembered how easy it would be to take that deal and never have to scramble in the dark with the rest of us again. Selene’s eyes lit with triumph. “There you are,” she whispered. “My Lord.” “This is a bad idea,” I said under my breath, mostly to myself. “This is a terrible idea. This is—exactly how a villain arc starts.” No one heard me. Selene’s gaze flicked past him to me, lips curling. “If he binds back to us,” she said sweetly, “I can make sure you die as… kindly as possible. Quick. Painless. I may be many things, little writer, but I am not without mercy.”

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

“We’re not here to cater to your emotional breakdown. You’re not a guest. You’re a problem.” “Correction,” said the grinning one. “A delightfully chaotic problem.” “You guys are the worst villains I’ve ever met,” she muttered. “You’re not wrong,” the doll-boy said, rubbing his temples. “Can we lock her in a soundproof room? Temporarily?” “She’ll just scream louder,” the fire wielder muttered. “Humans always do.” “Oh, my bad,” Maren snapped. “I forgot the proper reaction to being kidnapped by five supernatural lunatics is polite silence and immediate Stockholm Syndrome.”

"Then you understand what's happening to me." "I understand pieces," Maren said, settling into the chair across from them. "Enough to be dangerous, and not enough to be truly helpful, though I've made my peace with that particular frustration a long time ago." She turned her attention to Kael, her expression growing more serious. "The pendant. She has it again?" Kael's jaw tightened. "How did you know?" "Because you have that same look you always have when it returns," Maren said simply. "Half terror, half hope, like a man who's forgotten how to trust either feeling." She turned back to Elara. "May I see it?"

“Better than I imagined.” Kane's grin widened. “What is?” I tilted my head, savoring the thought. "My plan to destroy Maryelle and Phantom’s relationship. And once I'm done, I’ll do what I always do—save Phantom. He’ll turn to me, and like a moth to a flame, he’ll choose me. This time I’m not settling for the girlfriend position. I’m going to be his queen. I’ll make sure girls like Maryelle and floozies like Lola never have access to him again. Our people deserve better. Positive change won’t happen unless someone decides to do what needs to be done. I’m happy to be the temporary villain if it means saving Phantom and this kingdom.”

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

I prompted. “Nathaniel Vaughn.” I leaned in closer. “What kind of man is he?” Mariah stared at something far away, her words coming slower now. “A monster. He hurts women. He keeps them locked away so no one can see. He lies to everyone… makes them think he is good.” The recorder kept blinking, capturing every carefully shaped word. Believability had always mattered more than truth. Truth asked for proof. Belief only asked for a good story..

He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads . ' oh so it was that guy , he's way better than that idíót fiance of mine , let's go see how he looks like ' she thought before leaving the principal's office . She preferred him over the male lead ,a million times . At least he wasn't an hypocrite. There's nothing anyone can tell her that would make her like that Lance. He was the one who turned Jade into a Villian. The moment she went out ,she was ambushed by Lilith who was growing impatient already .