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Kieran raised his eyebrows in pretended surprise and asked, "Really? That isn't possible. I would assume that you are surrounded by loyal women given your status.” Rhett’s eyes strayed away from him and into the distant. "Some women are one-of-a-kind pieces." Kieran was unable to contain his uncontrollable joy. "Then I must be incredibly lucky to possess such a unique piece all to myself." Rhett, however, only lowered his gaze to his clenched left hand without responding. It was only then that Kieran realized Rhett had been holding a tiny, violet hourglass the entire time. The sand would tumble down with the slightest shudder, but Rhett’s hand stayed completely, eerily motionless.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

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

"Just reminding you of your place. You think Dante actually cares about you? You're a business deal, a pretty toy." I clenched my fists. "You don't know anything about us and I don’t need you telling me about what my husband thinks of me so fuck off.." Bella laughed. "You know the Russos are way more powerful than your family and Dante is ruthless, a very dangerous man and you know nothing about that..." Her smile turned vicious. "I will make it my mission to ruin everything between you, ill make sure he sees the disgusting, gold-digging woman he really married."

Since they were kids, they had always shared everything: from clothes down to makeup and even boys. Now, they were about to share Mr. Stone again. This was the second man they had taken from me. The second time they had stolen my happiness from me! I rose from my hiding place, trying to escape. My feet caught on a fragment of the broken vase lying on the floor. I let out a yelp. That drew their attention. Lizzy strutted over to me, slowly. “And as for you…” she started in a low, deep, threatening voice. “Did you really sneak out of this house to the party two days ago?”

Standing right behind them was Felix, his face twisted with rage. The moment he saw me, he lunged forward like a rabid dog, jabbing a finger at my face and cursing furiously. "That's her! Officers, that's the scammer right there! Give me back my gold bangle!" His voice echoed down the corridor, instantly drawing my neighbors out into the hallway. They gathered in small groups, whispering and staring. "Oh my, what's going on?" "I heard she stole something worth thousands of dollars from a jewelry shop, so the owner brought the cops."

He had opened the Casket of the Eclipse—a weapon Jackson’s father had hidden in the archives a century ago. Out of the casket emerged a shadow that was larger than the Spire itself. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't an entity. It was a Black Hole of pure rejection—the concentrated essence of every "too much" woman who had ever been shamed by the High Council. "If you won't be our battery," Valerius shrieked, "then you will be the first meal of the Goddess of Scorn!" The shadow lunged, and the silver island began to fall from the sky.

Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear. She drew the nightshade vial from her boot, rolling it between trembling fingers. *One drop can still a breath. One vial can shift a board of kings.* Yet vengeance felt distant as the moon. Instead, she uncorked it, poured a single drop onto the collar’s hinge. Metal hissed, corroding. She smiled faintly—*small steps, little star.* A low growl sounded—the shaggy hound squeezed through the bars, curling at her side like before. She rested her head against his fur.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh

Ava assured her. "okay, you two pick the remaining herbs and come back immediately. Okay?" "okay Helena" they answered in unison. Helena left them and went back to the pack house. Ava and Vivian quickly picked up the remaining herbs and started to make their way back to the pack house. On their way back, they were stopped by a huge burly male werewolf. "hey girlie. I heard you are the bitch who tried to kill our princess. You have got a lot of guts to do something like that" he said with a sneer.