The Villainess Lives Twice Spoilers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

A faint mist clouded her eyes before fading into calm resolve. She would never forget how, in her previous life, Victor Sloan had deceived her in this very room. She had handed Damian that glass of red wine, thinking it only contained sleeping pills—when in reality, it had been poisoned. She had killed him with her own hands. This time, no matter what it took—even at the cost of her life—she would never let him get hurt again. “Big brother, I’m here to see you!” she called out brightly. No response.

Before reality caught up to me, Damian’s lips claimed mine in a heated kiss. My eyes widened in shock. Holy moly! The most harmless crybaby stole my first kiss. My mind went blank. In a moment of clarity, I bit down hard, shoved him away, and scrambled for my life. Then came System’s notification once I took shelter at home. [Congratulations on completing the wicked villainess’ storyline. Only thirty minutes remain on the countdown to your return to your world.]

“I saw how she died. It happened here, Ònààrà. In this house.” Ònààrà moved closer and sat beside her. “Tell me.” Evelyn pressed her palms to her temples, trying to steady herself. “It wasn’t a robbery. It wasn’t random. Someone planned it. He didn’t even speak, he just… killed her. But I heard a woman’s voice. A woman was with the killer.” Ònààrà studied her for a long moment. “Dreams can lie, Evelyn. Are you sure?”

“You enjoy watching people suffer and not for once have you ever seen yourself as a villain. You’re always the victim.” The words struck her harder than any slap could have. For a second, her entire body froze, then her expression darkened. “Oh, I have turned into the villain now? That’s fine,” she hissed. “If you are still hellbent on moving forward with your decision, then you will leave me with no option than to tell everyone what happened years ago. I'll tell Aria exactly what kind of monster her husband is. I will tell her you killed the only...”

"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.

But the comments clearly weren't rooting for me. [Wait, why did the villainess change her mind? According to the original plot, the heroine is supposed to arrive with her guards and rescue the hero right now — this is their first meeting! If the villainess saves him instead, the whole storyline falls apart!] [Get off the stage, you wicked villainess! Stop stealing my precious heroine's scenes!] I ignored them. Alone against the rogues, I lost count of how many claw marks they tore across my body. I collapsed onto the ground, watching the wolves close in step by step.

I will have my revenge and make you all feel the wrath of Kyra the Villainess. The day had finally arrived, and just like in her first life she was going out to the garden to have tea with her mother and brother. A place where she will coincidentally encounter Kion and fall in love with him at first sight. She felt disgusted by the thought now after everything she had gone through. She was truly a very foolish and blinded child in her first life. But not anymore, she would not make the same mistake as she had the first time around. Everything was going smoothly as it had in the past. The time for their encounter was drawing nearer.

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

I definitely couldn’t tell anyone that I died and came back to life, that I knew she would try to kill me just to become the Luna. I went back to my room and sat down, thinking hard. I felt as though there was something I was missing. There was something more to this story. “Lyca? Are you there?” I called out to my wolf. “Yes Athena. I’m right here.” “Is it possible for a person to be mated twice?” “What do you mean?” “Think about it. In my previous life, Greta suddenly became Luna immediately after Aiden rejected me. How did that happen?”