The Villainous Daughter 소설 & 이야기

he asked, gruffly. "It's my problem, not yours," he answered and took a step away from his father. The old man spoke. "Come to think of it, Vladimir. She's useless. It's not much of a big deal if she dies—" "You're evil. She's your daughter! How can you say that?" "She's nothing but a piece of trash that will ruin my reputation anytime. If the mafia knows about this they will come after her and they will kill her too so what's the fucking point, Vladimir?"

It was my daughter laying in a crib, in a different house, but her maids were still around her as bodyguards stood by the door. “How…?” “I may be considered the villain here, and even my brother and sister don’t know what I have in mind when I do.” He said, looking back at his siblings. “But as I told you, I fancy you, and I would destroy the world that thinks of harming you. And unfortunately for me, that includes the daughter of the man that you love, simply because she is yours too.” “Where is she?” I asked, and he smiled.

Since my mind was more focused on finding Nex, however, I never replied back to his many letters. Who would have thought that such a proud werewolf like him, who was once Father’s most trusted werewolf and his right-hand, would fall to such an attack? Whereas that lying, backstabbing daughter got away from death with a heavy price. One in a form of being a mother to a vampire, whom she used to attack several young victims a couple of years back.

Invading a Lording vampire’s mind, or more than likely, his mind, to ensure his wife’s safety would be nothing to him. “Vivian?” Katherine repeats her daughter’s name, then looks at my father in horror. “My daughter, Vivian? Is my daughter the one your pack took? The human girl you are forcing to be with your son?! She is the one you are abusing. You monster?!” “What?!” I exclaimed in surprise, along with Stephanie and Uncle Nate.

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.

“Honey, we all belong to him. You’re just another toy to add to his collection.” “Yes, but she is ‘special’,” another girl said. She was as beautiful as the rest, but her skin was the color of dark chocolate. “The daughter of his enemy.” Elise said, “She’s not that special. I bet she doesn’t know how to fuck to save her life.” “But let us not forget who her father killed.” The dark-skinned woman continued. They formed a circle around me. I’ve never felt like prey as I did at that moment. “Who?” I panted. “Whom did he kill?” My father killed countless werewolves, and he didn’t keep a list.

“She was never really his, but he thought he’d have been able to charm her if your father hadn’t shown up and ruined everything.” I nodded again, encouraging him to continue. “They became enemies after that, constantly trying to get in the way of each other and ruin the other’s businesses, but things turned brutal when Alonzo decided he was done with just playing by the books.” Archie paused, studying my reaction to make sure I was hanging in there. “What happened?” I insisted. “Alonzo thought that if he couldn’t have your mom, neither should your father. So, he orchestrated an attack where your dad would have to choose between his wife and their little girl.”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

"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