The Villainesss Daughter Novels & Stories

" You foolish girl. The only reason we still live here is because we cannot afford to go anywhere else. This woman is cursed. We cannot even take down her memorial. She came as an angel but turned out , she was the devil all along. A damned daughter or the daughter of the damned, whatever we call her, she will always be a monster. " A laughter filled their room. " Why are you teaching your child nonsense? She had more intelligence than you ignorant, lot. " The woman pulled whatever she could lay her hands on and started swinging at the invisible voice. " Get away from us? Stay away from my daughter. Why are you doing this to us? What do you want from our children? " She swung desperately as

he ordered with a scowl and Vivian suddenly initiated partial transformation, her hands becoming claws and her fangs becoming prominent with veins bulging on her skin. Breaking through the restraints keeping her secured on the bench earlier, she rushed towards the Alpha and knelt. “Throw me in instead, Alpha. Let my daughter live. She’s innocent. I was the one who spread the word about her being your fated one. I… I was there that day… I knew about your warning, but I got too greedy. I admit to my crimes. Please, let my daughter go, I beg you,” “No, mum. Stop lying. You knew nothing about this. You didn’t steal. You didn’t spread rumors.” Bellatrix cried.

" However, if I went down, I was certain Evelyn would be his next casualty. Jessica was pale as a ghost. "He's a monster masquerading as a man... You're going through with this live stream to shield your daughter, aren't you?" I nodded. "I need Evelyn to witness the truth for herself." My strength was just a whisper in the wind. To take down the demon and honor the memory of the girl gone too soon, I needed a megaphone: a force far greater than myself. That was when Jessica came to mind. Her articles from years back still echoed with a fierce logic and a sacred respect for the truth. She was the ally I had been searching for.

His gaze dragged slowly down my body, taking in the simple white silk dress they had forced me into, the way it clung to my curves, the rapid rise and fall of my breasts. “Seraphina Voss,” he said, voice low and smooth, laced with a faint accent that made my stomach tighten. “You’re even more beautiful than the photos.” I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “And you’re exactly as monstrous as the rumors say.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Good. I prefer my wives with fire. It makes breaking them so much more satisfying.” My father flinched. I glared at him. “You’re really doing this? Selling your own daughter to a murderer?”

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.

The world setting is a historical fiction romance world that only deal with the Zelda kingdom and some little villages which were likely mention once or twice. [ World plot changes in the villainess character] Annabel ( the villainess mother and force mistress of General Adam) committed suicide few months after giving birth to the villainess, who was placed as maid of the female lead. Growing up from a toddler to a young girl, the villainess never knew the origin of her birth and had always know as a born slave for the General daughter. She was mistreated and abuse on physically by the female lead mother ( lady Becky) who couldn't stand sight of her.

Honestly, when I read that sort of background story, I wouldn't have thought of villainess, but rather some sort of unfortunate female lead… but that’s not what’s important right now! Growing up without parental love, Bella ended up twisted and committed herself to all sorts of shady actions. She wanted to take revenge on her father who abandoned her and her mother. But of course she was defeated by the main character and the heroine. The crown prince, Alistair Calder Astaseul was her half brother and the hero of the story. In the end, Belladonna was ruined and sentenced to death for her crime by the age of twenty. "Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Belladonna Reigna Astaseul." Those

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

I say, and he chuckles. “Oh kid, being the hero is underrated. Now being the villain that is so much more exciting. You won’t stop me and you won’t be doing a damn thing. You see that little bitch is my daughter, no matter what you claim her to be to you. I own her, well, sort of. So make no mistake, I will happily go through you and your entire MC to get her. Shall we see if I’m bluffing?” He says and I step closer to him, not taking my eyes from him. “Try it. You will be dead before you get your hands on her.” I spit and he rolls his glassy eyes.

With the last question, everyone instantly turned to me with a curious look. I know, I should know who’s who, knowing I’m the notorious villain who ruins everyone’s lives. The Bennington Princess who’s a vile, seducing witch to married men and a snake to women. “Are you serious?” The Mayor’s daughter raised her brow. “Yeah.” I shrug and her brows instantly shot up. A couple of commentaries of how I was living under a rock for not knowing was mutually shared around the table. “Konstantin Morozov. Him.” The Mayor’s Daughter pointed and, as if time stopped, my eyes met with blood.