The Villainess Lives Twice Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter One: I never imagined that I would be the villain in this tale. Not a fleeting evil that could be forgiven with a slip of the tongue or a foolish decision, but an evil as heavy as iron, leaving its mark on every corner of my life, and even on the lives of the people around me. I tortured my family and enslaved them, humiliated my fiancé before everyone, and repeatedly sought to kill the Crown Prince to seize his position. I did not stop there I killed many innocent souls without hesitation. And yet, you let me live.

Adam said. "She is not, she is also a betrayer, just like Jessica, she killed the one that loves her, she was even worst than Jessica, she killed him because she was hungry to get a revenge, she deserves everything that happened to her, first, a female doesn't deserve to rule a kingdom, only us men with Power and minds to rule, women are only meant to be in the kitchen where they belong." Vincent ranted.

Useless fools who don't deserve to live! I always knew she wasn't simple, ordinary girl. There must be something else. And guess what? That slut was the heiress of the Valler organization, her brother the most powerful man alive. Tsk. They just had to make things even more complicated. But I will never give up, I will never admit defeat, I will never bow down to that Valler wench! I'll suck my blood and dry my bones until the moment I lay my eyes on the devil dragging her to hell. Give up my glory? Hah! OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.

"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."

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 fire cracked in the hearth, casting shadows like wolves across the walls. Her second life had begun. And this time, the hunt was hers.