The Villainess Just Wants To Live In Peace Chapter 11

“Let me be your real wife for just one month, Daven.” It was a simple request—one that sounded like the last plea of a heartbroken woman. But to Althea Grayson, it was her pride. The price she asked for the love she had given, yet never once received in return. She had known from the start: their marriage was never about love. Daven Callister had married her out of duty, pressured by his grandmother. There were no tender embraces, no loving glances—only cold silence and an empty house that never felt like home. Still, Althea held on. She tried to be a good wife, clinging to the hope that one day, Daven’s heart might soften. But her hope was shattered by betrayal—Daven wanted to marry someone else. The woman he truly loved. With or without Althea’s consent. And his entire family stood behind his decision. Heartbroken and disillusioned, Althea made one final request: one month of being loved like a real wife. One month... before she walked away forever. Daven thought it was a desperate move—pathetic, even. But that single month changed everything. The way Althea smiled, the way she loved so fully. Even the way she left—left something behind that lingered in Daven’s heart. And now, Daven was lost. When the love he had never once recognized finally revealed itself... was it already too late? Or should he fight against everything—just for one more chance?

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.

Scarlet Watson once believed love was enough—until her husband, Lucas, placed another woman, Maria Owen, on a pedestal far above her. As Maria tightens her grip on Lucas and sets her sights on driving Scarlet out, Scarlet finds herself slowly drowning in a marriage built on betrayal. But just when her world begins to crumble, an unexpected kindness changes everything. Peter, her quiet, observant driver, becomes her only source of warmth in a house gone cold. His steady presence and silent protectiveness awaken something Scarlet thought she’d lost forever—hope. What begins as stolen glances and late-night conversations blooms into a love neither of them saw coming. But Peter carries a secret that could shake everything: one that ties him to the very man who broke her heart. In a world where loyalty is tested and love must fight to survive, can two wounded hearts rewrite their story?

"I'll never come back to you! Not in my lifetime!" I spat angrily at him. He scoffed, his eyes as dark as ever. "Then, would you rather be dead than be mine?" "What?" "You either come back to me or you die." He blurted out. My eyes widened in shock, was he really going to kill me? "You don't want to die, do you? Then... strip." He ordered, his voice sounded too hoarse. I moved back, looking for a way to escape. "There is no way out Crystal. You either strip or die. I must have you by all means..." ••••••••••• Crystal was hurt and betrayed when the man he loved and cared for left her like that. She saved his life and they were living happily until he left her one day. He didn't look back, he never cared if she got pregnant for him. She had to find out his true identity being Alexander Hunter. The missing billionaire heir of the biggest and richest family in the country. Three years later, fate brings them together again. Crystal is trying everything she can to get away from him but Alexander would do anything to have her back. What's worse? He's forceful with it. He wants no one with her even though he has a fiance. Will Crystal be able to overcome this crisis? What happens when she finds out not everything she saw was the truth? Does Alexander just wants her back or is he doing this for revenge?

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.

A devil child who was raised by a devil hunter like a human child. Under the auspices of the devil hunter He finds love, affection, shelter, and knowledge without knowing his true self.

After years of heartbreak and reinvention, Bianca Rossi has returned to New York City with her son, determined to reclaim her life. Once trapped in a loveless marriage to billionaire Matteo Ricci, she walked away from his lies and betrayals, trading privilege for independence. But a chance encounter with the enigmatic Alessandro Moretti reignites her belief in second chances—until fate intervenes once more. As Bianca grows closer to Alessandro, their budding romance is shattered when Alessandro loses his memory after a deadly encounter with dangerous enemies, leaving Bianca heartbroken and vulnerable. Meanwhile, Matteo’s new wife, Toria, launches a ruthless campaign against Bianca’s company, dismantling her hard-won success. Matteo himself manipulates the media, turning public opinion against her and threatening to destroy everything she’s built. When the shocking truth about Luca’s biological parentage comes to light, Bianca is forced to confront Matteo, the man who once crushed her dreams. Will she find the strength to forgive him or seek revenge for the betrayals that cost her so much? Can she uncover the secrets behind Alessandro’s mysterious past and reclaim the love she thought she’d lost? Amid scandals, betrayals, and the reemergence of painful truths, Bianca must decide: Will she rise above the wreckage and take back control, or will her quest for justice lead to more heartbreak? One thing is certain—this time, Bianca refuses to be a victim!

“It's been three years, Elena. Now it's time to end this farce.” Elena Jones had loved Ronan Simpson with all her heart, but when that woman returned, everything changed. Despite all her efforts to keep their marriage intact, she couldn’t earn his love. With little time left, her heart had grown cold, all she wanted was to survive long enough... to give birth to her child.