The Villainesss Daughter Novels & Stories

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.

Trying to record me like some rabid circus animal for the world to crucify. Too late. Your daughter already picked the villain. And just in case you’re still listening, Christopher— There’s no ransom. Not anymore. I don’t want you to surrender anymore because you are nothing after all—I killed Damon, who’s originally the villain in my story, for killing my mother. While I do heard Christopher might be inloved with my Mother. That makes us on the same side—but you unravel it yourself. I just want Ingrid. You were close. You almost had her back.

Julian Pierce could never wrap his head around it. How could a face as delicate and breathtaking as a blooming lily hide a heart as venomous as a viper’s? Vicious. Ruthless. Extravagant. Absurd. These were the words he had spat at Serena Blackwood in the past. He couldn't fathom why, despite his open loathing, rumors persisted that he was the one her inner wolf pined for. They said she had pushed the Prime Beta’s daughter into a freezing lake, nearly drowning her, just because the girl had a tentative mating agreement with him.

“After my father’s death she grieved. She was there for me when my mother died.” “Avelina.” I reached for her arm. “She is definitely working with someone. No way is she doing this alone.” “Orlando,” she mutters bitterly. ‘Yes, so this means if they are working together it is no longer because of leverage.” “Then what?” she demands. “They want power,” I answer. “They want your father’s empire and since you are in charge as the heiress, they need your signature.” Her breath catches — then her voice breaks.

"You've all seen the video, so I'm not going to dwell too long on that. Victor Morel is a man with a long history of failed business ventures and personal grievances, who accused my daughter of something despicable. He sat in front of a camera, looked the world in the eye, and told a fucking lie. My apologies to the children watching this." A reporter raised her hand but I ignored her. "Victor Morel is a fucking coward who dragged my daughter into a business fight that should have remained between him and me. And why? Because he couldn't touch me directly. Because every time he's tried, I've pushed back. So he went after the one person he knew was vulnerable and I hold very dear." I leaned f

I didn’t belong here. “Father... Alistair is right... Scarlett isn’t a good person,” Victor then added, being the only other person present that had the courage to interrupt them. “You can ask Aurora yourself. She grew up with Scarlett in Easthaven. They made her into a slave, forced her into serving them. But she’s a survivor of the war with Ashburne. Aurora was just telling me this morning about how Scarlett was one of the worst offenders of her abuse.”

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.

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.

Was she suggesting that I should let my daughter turn into a monster who would bring misery to innocent lives? "I don't want my daughter to become an evil person," I said, my voice unintentionally raised due to my anxiety, spurred by Veem's statement. "Are you saying you see your daughter as a monster?" Veem narrowed her eyes, holding Yuna out of my reach, causing my heart to race. I swallowed hard and shook my head, still attempting to get closer, but her men blocked my path. "That's the very definition of a weresin. A child who would bring chaos, and chaos is a sign of wickedness," I argued, my frustration growing as I tried to assert myself. The way she spoke about my daughter and agreed