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Anderson was quick to recover from her loss. To her, it is always business, reputation and money. Nothing else matters to her. She rarely smile and never laugh, except sarcastic laughs though. Rumour has it that she came from nothing. She has had nothing to lose for so long and now that she is at the top, there is absolutely nothing she can't do to get rid of any threat to what she wants. Some people call her female Pharaoh and some people admire how independent she is and how calm she handles every situation.

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

Jessica's eyes glimmered, but she did not care. "Time's up!" Then, Caspian pointed at the hourglass. Jessica looked at the hourglass, and it was indeed just as Caspian said, all the sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass. The one minute passed by so quickly, and Jessica felt somewhat unsatisfied. Moreover, she never felt that feeling when she fought someone else. Never. Seeing how Jessica was still eager, Caspian did not even give her a chance. "The time's up! Give me the money, and I want to switch them for blood essence!"

"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."

She had personally chosen it when she moved into the mansion, insisting it be imported from Italy because she believed nothing less would suit the grandeur of the Lockwood estate. Now those beautiful lights blurred in her fading vision, swaying gently, though perhaps it was her eyesight that swayed instead. Hollow eyes stared back at her, and in that reflection, she saw not the elegant socialite admired by high society or the proud wife of a powerful billionaire, but something far uglier, the cruel wife, the wicked woman, the “evil stepmother,” the title whispered behind her back with contempt. A faint, broken laugh escaped Clara’s lips before dissolving into a choking cough that brought fre

She looked stunning. But Valentin’s mind started to wander. He saw the same beautiful dress but the woman underneath was different. She was less curvy than Bella and didn’t have her long black hair or tanned skin. This woman’s skin was creamy white and darted with freckles that made her collar bones jut out. This woman’s hair was a shocking red. He looked up and was met with the green-gold eyes of his dead mate. Valentin blinked twice to get the image out of his head, to make the woman look like Bella once again. Instead, it shifted and became Zahara’s younger counter part. He was met with the same green-gold gaze but the person behind it was Zora.

It was ancient money. I was escorted by a solemn-faced butler into a smaller drawing room first—decorated in muted greys and dusty rose. There were family portraits everywhere, each face as beautiful as it was intimidating. Then she entered—the mourning mother. Dressed in a long black gown with lace sleeves, she looked like a ghost from another time. Her face was still beautiful despite the weight of grief. She held my eyes with curiosity more than suspicion. “You’re from Petrov?” she asked, voice as soft as ash.

“And how many women did you destroy to climb this empire? You think putting me on a flash drive for a courtroom makes you noble?” Dorian’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Vivienne stood slowly. “The Handler didn’t just take girls,” she said. “He gave them purpose. It was twisted. It was wrong. But at least it was honest.” Penelope spoke at last. “He branded you.” Vivienne’s hand lifted to the base of her neck. Her collar was open now beneath it, a small tattoo burned red under the LED light. An hourglass, inverted. The symbol of Velvet’s inner circle.

This was darkening the pure young mind of the villainess; she wanted to destroy the world so bad. This hateful injustice continue, followed by the growing hatred of the villainess until she meant him... The person who made her saw the light. He ( Male lead)came into her life like an angel but he wasn't her but belong to the female lead. The villainess had enough of the world unfairness, she didn't understand why the Haven where showing more favor towards the already favoured daughter of the general. Why people like her was only surviving in darkness and loneliness. The villainess decided to harmed the female lead but failed only to be whipped almost to death, and was abandoned in her dusty r

She lost it immediately and I ran after her. But a lady stopped me so I punched her and flick my wand to her and perfect timing Hella hit her too. “You can have the brat.” She said and I ran to her. When I reached the room where she was her stare greeted me but I instantly cast a spell to make a barrier. At my last flick, it did hit her and her body turned into an hourglass. ‘I want to keep her,’ no one could turn her back but me. I went out and saw Hell sitting on the wrecked couch.