The Villainous Daughter Novels & Stories

“I told her it was Davina and my father Reason to keep eyes on her and be stalker for her.” Susan frowned. “My daughter has more enemies than allies. You should kill your father—that prick—and your conniving stepsister.” Her words were cold, sharp, and full of bloodlust. For a moment, she reminded me of my grandfather—the way her eyes gleamed with calculated menace, the kind that belonged to someone who knew how to destroy people. “Alaric’s dead. Davina’s still rotting in prison. My father? He’s too busy trying to recover from the humiliation of discovering his second wife cheated on him. It’s karma. He ruined my mother when she was sick; now, it’s his turn to suffer.”

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

“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.”

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

He wasn’t. When the moment came, the villain realized too late that he had underestimated us. Lucian moved like a storm unleashed, shadows wrapping around him, strikes precise, calculated, lethal. The villain panicked. He threatened me, tried to bargain, tried to use my father’s presence against us—but Lucian’s fury was unstoppable. He cornered him. Every word the villain spoke was recorded by my father: every confession, every plot, every cruel detail of why he had returned. And when the villain refused to release me, when he dared to reach for his weapon, it ended.

Her voice was soft and sweet, melting one’s heart, “My daddy says that if a bad person tries to bully others, they can’t become the victim just because they get bullied back. A bad person is always bad, even if someone bullies them, they’re still bad!” Esther: “...” So sharp-witted at such a young age. No wonder she was Evander’s daughter—she should have realized this earlier! A little girl with bodyguards going out like this was rare in all of City A. With that look... only a man like Evander could have fathered her. But... Which woman was so lucky to have such an adorable daughter with a man like that! For some reason, just thinking about it made Esther’s heart ache in a quiet, broken way.

She had tried to make me go viral as the villain, but not everyone believed her. Some even started standing up for me, which made it hard for Summer. Summer retorted, "If Sienna doesn't know that I need her bone marrow, why did she go into hiding? She clearly doesn't want to save me. "Even if all these years, her pocket money isn't as much as mine, but so what? Is that a reason for her not to save me? "Our parents didn't give her pocket money because she's always been a selfish person since she was young. She steals and takes other people's things. Our parents were just disciplining her."

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."