The Villainess Wants To Marry A Commoner Novels & Stories

We took the blessings of my father and stepmother and were soon to be married. But fate, cruel and unyielding, has other plans. Alina's health deteriorated recently, rendering her unfit to fulfill her duty as the chosen bride. The responsibility, like an anchor weighing heavy on my shoulders, fell upon me. The alpha of our pack, Alpha Zander, couldn't bear the thought of losing this alliance. He needed to prove to the king that he had the support and loyalty of our pack. So, he demanded that I marry Magnus Blackwell, the infamous werewolf Prince of Caelondor. His reputation is tarnished by rumors of his wickedness. Despite my protests, and my pleas for an alternative, the pack saw no other o

it wasn't as if she had the choice to refuse to marry him, that was something she was sure only he could do. Surely if he hated her, he wouldn't go ahead and marry her, right? That was her last thought before she went straight to Laura Bane and stood in her presence pointing at her shouting. "You husband snatcher, how could you be so shameless to snatch people's fiance, is that how you go about ruining people's marriages?" She tried to shove Laura Bane aside only to be blocked by Caleb Racheal's listless words struck Laura Bane startled for several seconds and she was so mad that her face went pale and tears started to fall freely from her eyes.

After much petitioning, he was finally granted it. When he reached the village just below the castle, he was horrified by the stories that were told to him. After much searching and digging of information, he was finally able to discover the fate of his one true love. She’d joined the ranks of hundreds of other virgin women and become the victim of the cruelty of the Bloody Countess. She’d become the victim of her own mistress, Countess Bethany; a woman who was obsessed with youth and beauty and drained the blood of young virgins for drinking and bathing because she believed that this would prevent her from losing her all too precious youthful appearance.

She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire. And by the ancient laws of their underworld alliances, she was their fated, promised wife. A dark, predatory amusement settled over the study. "This makes things so much easier," Vincenzo smirked wickedly, a sinister glint in his eyes. "She is our wife now, whether she likes it or not." "Why don't we let our little princess have her fun?" Valerius agreed, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Let her believe she actually managed to escape us. It will be much more delicious to crush her illusions later."

"Until then, don't you dare think of seducing him." "Seducing him?" Bellatrix stared at her like she'd just said something horrendous. "Come off it, Regina," she waved her hand in the air dismissively. "A wife can't seduce her husband. If anyone should be worried here, it should be me. After all, a shameless third party like you is trying so hard to seduce and steal my husband. Who's the real villain here?" Heat rushed to Regina's face. "You–" "However," Bellatrix cut her off casually, sighing as she leaned back in her chair. "You're in luck, because unlike most wife's, I'll gladly give you my husband," she paused for a second.

She is taking him for a fool. Secondly, Conrald isn't her husband, so he has the right to marry whoever he wishes. Unfortunately for her, the only woman he wants is Rose — the same woman her ex-husband would do anything for. She is beginning to feel like the victim while in reality, she is the real villain. She has to deal with the fact that Rose isn't willing to let go of Dante, so if she wants to have Dante, she has to get rid of Rose. But it is impossible to get to Rose because Conrald won't let her have her way.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

Without a second thought, he approached her, forcing her onto his back and declaring her his prize. “You belong to me now,” he declared, dismissing her protests. In a cruel twist of fate, he rejected his own mate and married Anneliese against her will, trapping her within the confines of his castle. The opulence of the place was suffocating; every corner reminded her of the life she had lost, and every gaze from his pack members whispered of her new status as a captive.

She was consumed by a burning desire to humiliate that lowly peasant who had dared to seek her hand, a repulsive toad yearning for the grace of a swan. "I gave you a whole week, and yet you couldn't even uncover the simplest details about a mere commoner," Anastasia lamented, placing the blame squarely on Viscount Milan for his incompetence in monitoring such a feeble individual. Her scheme was deceptively straightforward. Just as she had ensnared countless noble suitors before, all she needed to do was lure the commoner into her chamber under the cover of darkness and toy with him for a while. But this time, there would be a twist.