Romans & histoires The Villainous Daughter

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

And now that you've come to my kingdom I won't let you go until I kill you. Dark couldn't believe his eyes, he was expecting to see a little girl who would crawl to her feet at the very sight of him and not the most beautiful creature he had set his eyes on. His gaze swept slowly at her body, taking in her features that could drive a sane man and met her glaring eyes. He gave her a sinister smile. She was the daughter of the man who had betrayed his own friend and had made his mother commit suicide afterwards. If he wasn't the son of the five Princes of Hell and had not torn off his mother's stomach and crawled out of it, he would have been long dead.

My heart tightened as I stared at my daughter in the arms of the woman I’d believed killed her. “You,” I growled at Marcene, as I took a step closer. The midwife took one backward. “Don’t hurt my mother,” Layla cried, clutching unto Marcene, “Uncle, don’t let her hurt momma,” she cried louder. And I stood there, frozen. I’d become the villain in my daughter’s eyes. “Eloise, we have to leave.” “I—I can’t leave my daughter here—” “She’ll be fine,” he assured as he ushered me away from the room, and from my daughter.

“You’re supposed to be the good one between us!” “Good one?” I scoff. “I’m not good to my enemies and I’ll never be good to my enemies. You are my enemy. You are the one who helped your mother kidnap my father. You are the daughter of a murderer and worse, you’re following in her footsteps! So why should I be good to you? I’m done being good. Now, if you still value your fingers, you’ll tell me where my father is.” “I’m not scared of you.”

She knew every weakness, every blind spot, every way to bring even the strongest creature to their knees. And she used it without hesitation. She might be human… but no one in their right mind would dare call her weak. Because Lily wasn’t just Lily. She was the daughter of Vincenzo Moretti. The most ruthless mafia lord. The most dangerous vampire. A man so feared that even the word revenge bowed before his name. She wasn’t even his blood daughter, but he treated her like the center of his world. And if anyone as much as thought about harming her… they wouldn’t just die.

All he wanted was power, and he doesn't care if that means he has to kill his own daughter. Verena could only sob in her arms as she buried her face in them. This has to be the most cruel joke that the universe could have given her. All this time, she has thought that she is the chosen one. The one who could end it all, someone who is deserving of a very great title, 'daughter of the moon,' when in fact she's the daughter of that monster

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.

Her irritation and dismay boil, clenching her hands tight and gritting her teeth from the fact that she will not acknowledge it no matter what happens. “I am my father’s only daughter, and no matter what happens he will always take my side. Besides, that bitch will not win against me no matter how hard she tries. She just got the approval of the twins, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t do things that will break them apart. As long as there is not a ring on her finger, I can still have my way.” “Such a snake. You are a hell of a villainess Erika.” “A villainess? I think I prefer to be the antiheroine.”

She beckoned the butcher with her willpower while striding toward the weak mayor. “Father! Father! Father!” The daughter screamed crazily calling for his still alive father. All it took was to stride toward him. “Not in a million years would I dream of the murderer shouting pathetically calling for her father. You evoked my sadistic side, Mina.” The daughter or Mina hiccupped and her tears dried up. Who was this new lord? They could even send the strong messenger at ease. Their aura was so thick and malicious. This new lord was different from any other.