The Villainess Shall Be Mine Novels & Stories

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

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

“It hurts when I say it out loud. That you don’t even want this. That every time we pretend to be us, it’s just a lie we both agreed to rehearse.” I clench my jaw, refusing to meet her gaze in the mirror again. She’s always strongest when she knows I’m weak. “You’re not the victim here,” I say, colder than I intended. “And neither are you,” she hisses, finally turning around. “But she—Vivienne—she gets to wear the halo now, right? Gets to be the soft fantasy while I’m the villain in your royal nightmare?” “Don’t bring her into this.” “Oh, please. You already did the moment you left your soul in her bed and brought your body back to mine.”

Things are going to be different this time, or my name isn't Natasha Mary-Anne Ludwick Nicholai! You made me a villainess by controlling my mind, Dalilah. Now I'll be the villainess of your story! I'll destroy you and that Goddess-damn 3rd Imperial Prince. I'll use my second chance the best I can. You said that we would see each other again in hell, so don't worry, sis, I'll make your wish come true, making your life a living hell. You will pay for what you did, dear sister. This time, things are going to change. I'm going to live for myself and Valerian, and I'll make people see your true colors.

“They will all be mine. I will tear down everything you hold dear, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but ashes and despair.” A flicker of rage surges within me, an ember ignited by his audacious claim. I refuse to let his words erode my resolve. “You will never lay a hand on Princess Golder,” I retort, my voice tinged with a lethal edge. “She is not a possession to be claimed. She is a warrior, a force that will stand beside me in this battle. Together, we will overcome every obstacle you place in our path.”

Her name fell from my lips, softer this time. “Selene…” And when I pulled her toward me, her cries filled the room— Echoing against stone and silence— Until they became something else entirely. Not love. Not hate. Something darker. Something final. And somewhere deep inside me… I accepted it. If I had to be the villain to remain in her story— Then so be it. 🔥

You will be mine, I will put a ring on your finger and take everything that is yours and you will obey my every command. She wanted to spit in his face and claw his eyes out but knew she needed to bide her time, he was so fuelled by his own lust she was ready to take that opportunity when it arose. ‘Niente da dire, piccolo diavolo? Oh sì, la tua reputazione ti precede, so che combattente sei e non vedo l'ora di domarti.’ [Nothing to say little hellcat? Oh yes, your reputation precedes you, I know what a fighter you are and I look forward to taming you.]

"I have half her soul, and she has half mine. Every tainted bit of me belongs to her. But I always ignored the signs. You see, I came into this game with a clear goal in mind. But her goodness, her warmth Her hand fit perfect in mine. Everything she did stole a piece of my heart She broke through the iron cage Releasing emotions I never knew I had even from the start. Because, I failed to realize it, but even then The game lied in the hands of the princess I was the traitor in her den. The princess didn't belong to me But my soul belongs to her And in the end, after all is done The conclusion is that the princess has won!"

I screamed as I pressed the bond and felt only an inky darkness when she didn’t respond. “Go to sleep my love. Soon all of this will be a distant memory. Something long forgotten that you only catch glimpses of, somewhere far away in your nightmares. You'll never see me again as that dreaded monster you've painted me as. No, you… you’ll love me again. You'll adore me." Fear and icy desperation plunged into my chest. This villain, cruel and vile, he had won. He had defeated me, intending to claim my mind, my heart... my memories.