The Villainess's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

She tapped her finger against the armrest, each tap echoing like a drumbeat of displeasure. “How convenient,” she said finally, her tone laced with scorn. “The daughter of a traitor suddenly turns into a heroine? What nonsense.” Her voice dropped lower, more venomous. “This is nothing but a performance. That girl is Cain’s blood. Mark my words, he will use this tale to stir sympathy. Already fools will wonder if she is not like him, if perhaps she is worthy of trust. It is a dangerous illusion.” Her ladies exchanged uneasy glances but nodded.

"Do it. Prove your point." In this, she stole his victory. She denied him the symphony of fire and the pleasure of her negotiation. She reduced his masterpiece of revenge to a simple, ugly patricide. The mask fell. The charming villain, the wronged noble, the cunning strategist—all gone. What remained was the bare, corrosive hatred that had always festered beneath. The game was over. He raised the pistol, centering it on her chest. His eyes—the same storm-grey as hers—held nothing but cold, surgical intent. He saw his daughter not as a person, but as the final, flawed equation in his life's work. A variable to be eliminated.

“Oh, Aria. I like you more and more. You’re sharper than I expected. But no, not your soul. Not yet.” My heart pounded. “Then what?” I pressed. Her eyes gleamed. “Before I tell you that… I think you deserve a proper introduction. After all, it wouldn't be nice to make such a deal without meeting the affected parties.” “What are you talking about?” She grinned, then she turned towards the shadows behind her. “Let me introduce you to my daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? So this evil witch had a daughter; I almost pitied her. Or maybe she was as evil as her mother.

“Well, that would just be trouble, wouldn’t it? I am hardly the man any dragon wants for his daughter. The son of a villain, a warlock who turns villagers into stone…” “It’s not like that, Aien,” I said softly, placing my hand over where his rested on his knee. Though, truly, I did not know. My ideas of appropriateness came from my mother’s court, which although it shared its realm with the fairy brethren, held to predominantly human ideas of behavior. “Dragons aren’t like that.” “But you are not just a dragon, Daethie,” he said with unusual darkness. For a moment, I could see the man his father was reputed to be on his face. “You are also a princess.”

She had long lashes ,green eyes ,long black hair ,pink plump lips and had three piercings on her ear . " What the hell!" She exclaimed then something clicked into her . ' wasn't this the appearance of the Villianess in A Taste of love? She then suddenly laughed at her ridiculous thought but then again it was the truth. The girl was really beautiful that she was very popular for her pretty look. " Jade, you must have gone crazy, come on close your eyes and open " she muttered then after opening her eyes , she was still same . ' what the hell is going on !!!!! She internally screamed .

“If you don’t come back with us today, you’re no longer my daughter!” I was stunned. Then, I saw their anxious and hopeful looks. A moment later, I threw my body before their feet, but I still refused to move the scissors from my neck. Utterly disheartened, my parents left. As I gritted my teeth and wiped away my tears, I continued kneeling as if nothing had happened. Those words continued showing up. [Honestly, the villainess is really pitiful. I can’t believe she’d do so much for an adopted son. I think she’s going to break down once she learns the truth.]

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.