The Villainess's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s waiting for us down there.” I nod. “Then let’s not keep him waiting.” We move down the stairs, deeper and deeper until we reach a giant underground hall. Torches light the walls, and at the far end stands Victor. He looks calm. Smiling. But what makes my blood freeze is the girl standing next to him. My daughter. She’s dressed in black. Her hair is longer now, and her eyes glow red like Victor’s. She doesn’t move when she sees me. “Welcome,” Victor says, his voice smooth. “I knew you’d come, Aria.”

"But Val, no one will kill their parents. I can't kill my own father, what do I have to gain if I do that? This brings me to ask, what was the actual reason you married Cillian so quickly? I can agree to the fact that Cillian had a hand in what happened to our parents and Jaxson but... don't you think you may have connived with him to spite me? I've thought about it so many times. But why? Father treated you so well to the point that I was jealous of the relationship between the two of you. How could you..." I tossed my phone away immediately, the device bouncing off the far wall. "The fuck!!!" I paced the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. She had turned the entire narrative upside d

She knew every weakness, every blind spot, every way to bring even the strongest creature to their knees. And she used it without hesitation. She might be human… but no one in their right mind would dare call her weak. Because Lily wasn’t just Lily. She was the daughter of Vincenzo Moretti. The most ruthless mafia lord. The most dangerous vampire. A man so feared that even the word revenge bowed before his name. She wasn’t even his blood daughter, but he treated her like the center of his world. And if anyone as much as thought about harming her… they wouldn’t just die.

She said, very quietly, the last words she would say to me until she returns to Alastor for my funeral — which will not happen now, because I am about to refuse to die, but she does not know that. "Daughter. When you read it, watch your wrist. The shell-band knows things you do not. It has been reading them to someone for the last year. Do not trust what it has been telling you. The name on the list is the name in your wrist. The same hand wrote both."

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

Two little girls were running down the hall, their face was all smiles as their hair flowed freely according to the wind that blew mercilessly. It was like they were playing a game of tag, they were running after each other like their life depended on it. However to their surprise, a lady destroyed their playtime. "Reine, what are you doing?" The woman looked into her daughter eyes, her dress was a little off fashion, and her dark hair was tied into a messy bun. "Oh, Mama, I was playing with the princess." The little girl's words was cut off by the woman. The woman who showed no friendly vibe, took her daughter by the arm and led her away from the spacious hall into the kitchen.

She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell! A smile tugged at my lips as I splashed the champagne in my glass straight into the lead socialite's face. "Since when did any of you earn the right to bully someone under my protection?" The women's faces turned green with embarrassment and anger, yet not one of them dared to say a word. The floating comments exploded. [Holy crap? Since when did the villainess start acting like a CEO from a romance novel? Why is this so satisfying?!] [Our girl finally has someone standing up for her! I'm crying! Her family's been a mess since she was little.

I raised a fist in the air to silence the room. "Look closely at who you're aiming the knife at." The lady scratched her cheeks because of uneasiness as all eyes were laid on her. The tensed slowly crowd calmed down as they realized the person they are looking at. "...Who are you? I never knew a person like you existed." The lady was taken aback by Diego's remark. Her reaction was immediately replaced with a regretful smile as she replied, "Of course you wouldn't. I am the abandoned child of the emperor after all. Victoria Nightingale Teravania, daughter of Empress Catherine."

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Perhaps it was due to her instincts as the villainess of the story, but from the moment she saw this woman, she hated her from the bottom of her heart. She had a face that was completely different from hers. Meanwhile, the model husband in other people’s eyes and the person who once loved her the most was holding this woman’s hand and even hugging her while working. They acted as if no one else existed. They interacted with such intimacy that it seemed as if they had been together for years, even though a year ago, my father had badmouthed this woman with her in the middle of the night. They had both believed that this was a manipulative witch who was highly skilled in pretending to be innoc