Novel & Cerita The Villainess Lives Twice

"Liam, stop. That is too much. Look at her. She is broken." "She should be broken!" Liam shouted. He looked at Lovely and then back at me. "She wants to talk about suffering? She gets to live. She gets to have a friend like you. She gets to have a house. Sarah has a grave to visit. I have a memory of a wife that never really existed. Maya isn't the victim here. She is the architect of this whole nightmare." I stayed on my knees, my head touching the carpet. The physical pain of being on the floor was nothing compared to the words he was throwing at me. He was making sure I felt every ounce of the fire I had started.

"Did y​ou e‍n​joy your l⁠itt​le​ victory? It‍’s a sha⁠me it⁠’s almost ov‍e‍r." "Vale​ri‍e?​" I a‌sked, m​y voice​ t‌rembling.⁠ "Val‍erie is the name of a dead girl," she s‍aid, her smile shar‍p as a knife⁠. "I go by V now. And I’v‌e come to t‌ake‌ back​ the life y⁠ou stole​ fro‌m me. Twice." She put the car in gear. "Go home, Vivian. Hug your‌ husband.⁠ Kiss y‍our baby. Bec‍ause by tomorrow, th‌ey won't be y⁠ours anymore."

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

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.

That means the man she met earlier on, the First Young Master, was the legendary First Prince? Oh my god, who has she met? No matter how she thought about it, she didn't expect them to have such identities. She remembered that in her previous life, the two of them had fought to the death. No wonder the Second Young Master treated the First Young Master like that just now. I'm out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den!

speculated a bystander. "No, I think I heard them quarreling for a guy. Maybe they know each other from the other world and are in love with the same man. However, one of them ended up the real lover while the other one became the trying-hard mistress." "Wrong. The other one is not even a mistress. She is a mere villainess getting in the way of two lovebirds. I think the reason they are both dead and transported into our current world is that the mistress self-destructed with a bomb and since she couldn't get the guy, she brought down the real wife with her. So hateful and vicious! Women like her are tragic but also unforgivable."

If I could get most of the nobles on my side… maybe we could win. “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down on the plush couch. Lackeys, a dark, isolated base, a throne, and soon enough, an army… I’ve become a proper villainess. “Although I strongly believe that we should prioritize peaceful methods. We should only consider rebellion-slash-invasion as a last resort. I am not interested in ruling an empire devastated by war.” Some of them expressed discontent with what I said. “And there’s something you forget…” I pressed a palm on my forehead. “I have no claim on the Volfenheim throne. I am only sent here as a consort.”

Colder. “Because everyone in this family plays games, Aiden. Oliver plays the perfect prince. Cheryl plays the dutiful bride. But I don’t pretend. I’m the villain, remember? I’ve always been the bitch with the sharp tongue and the sharper heels. At least when I hurt people, I’m honest about it. And right now, I think you and I could really benefit from each other” I blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden crack in her voice. She stood, brushing invisible lint from her dress. “But even villains have motives. And maybe I’m just tired of always losing to my golden twin.”

The universe had a sick sense of humor, and apparently I was its favorite joke. Two women. Two betrayals. Same ending. Both of them had taken everything soft in me and weaponized it. Both of them had looked at me like I wasn’t enough, like they needed someone gentler, someone safer, someone who wasn’t carved out of steel and violence. But they forgot something. I didn’t mind being the villain. Villains survive. And I’d learned this lesson once before, Alessia had made sure of that. You give a woman your heart, and she’ll crush it just to see what sound it makes.

And suddenly this night shift seems the hardiest of all after Vipers performance. My phone receive a notification making my heart sink a little. A video. Clicking play a woman crying seating on a chair tied display in the video and then a voice behind the camera. “Getting crimson stained is the only way debtors who refuse to pay walk out,” And just like that, three bullet were shot and the woman head tilted, dead on the chair as blood stained her cloth. My phone fell from the bed immediately. A tear slip out of my eyes.