The Villainesss Daughter Novels & Stories

“This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made her think you were dead—just to use her.” Viktor’s smile widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Damian Volkov. My daughter’s… ally.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the first man to come for my little girl, you know. And you certainly won’t be the last.”

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.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

“I didn’t say the other way wouldn’t work. I have a stepsister—Isabella. Have you met her?” Another man snorted. “You mean that Bella who follows Julian around like a crazy fangirl?” “That’s the one,” Vivienne said without hesitation. “I can deliver her to you.” “For real?” The first man laughed, low and ugly. “The Don would let you hand over his daughter?” “The Don?” Vivienne scoffed. “I am the Don of Vale. If she—or her sick father—objects, what can they do about it?” The man laughed again. “She’ll do. But you knew me—I like my women powerless. What’s the word for liking them… disabled?”

She even began to suspect that did his own son joined them and was playing a drama to make her spill the beans. " No... It's all your fault... Its all because of you that my mother died. Her Majesty had to suffer. Even she have to be cast aside by our Father. You are an evil woman ... You can't be even called as a human. You are devil. A devil looking like a human." Malice said glaring at her. " What did you think that everyone will follow you and always tolerate you. No... It's your retribution... Now you have to suffer it. "

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."

Together with her lady, they stayed at the back of the crowd to avoid getting from the mess, waiting by their carriage. "No, I want to see him...." The lady said. She was the daughter of the Duke and Duchess, Lady Vienna "Estelle" Thaleia Xaviera. Growing up as a spoiled and bratty child, she had always thought that she was the female lead, but when a handsome mysterious man gave her a book a few days ago, she learned her whole life was superficial and her fate was already decided in the book. What more, she learned that she was a villainess. And that is why she can't just keep still.

“Damien Vale is a viper. He’s poison, Lila! He’s been circling me for years, waiting for an opening, and now I see what his play has been all along. You.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a pawn, Father.” “You are! He’s using you. Can’t you see that?” “No,” she shot back, surprising herself again with her boldness. “I see more clearly than I ever have in my life.” His fist hit the desk again. “You’re my daughter. You’ll not throw yourself into the arms of my enemy. Do you understand? I forbid it.” The word forbid struck her like a lash. She’d grown up under that iron tone, used to bending to it, used to being the perfect daughter in the perfect dress at the perfect dinners. But now—it cracked a

“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.”

I said on a lighter note “Who is she?” “Does not matter,” he answered quickly.. “It does to me. And whether I hear it from your mouth or not, I’m still going to find out, brother,” I crossed my hands behind my back and studied him. “Ailana,” he answered reluctantly. “Who? Ailana Vaugh?” I asked for clarity sake. He nodded his head and the room fell silent again “That’s not enough reason to look the way you do,” I told him. “She’s Thane’s daughter. The enemies daughter. Her father killed innocent people during that attack, not to mention what he and his entire pack did to Esmeray,” he pointed out.