The Villainous Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This is a neutral zone. The Ark has been recognized by the old families since." "I don't care about your treaties," Giuliana interrupted, her voice cutting through his words like a blade. "You have taken something that belongs to the Moretti bloodline. That makes you an enemy. And I have spent sixty years teaching enemies what happens when they cross me." "She isn't Moretti property," Viktor's voice boomed from his screen. "She is my daughter. Petrov blood. If anyone has claim to her, it's me." "Your daughter?" Giuliana's cold eyes shifted to Viktor's feed. "The daughter you sold to Lorenzo Valenti twenty years ago? The daughter you allowed to be raised as a weapon? You forfeited your claim

If I didn’t know how dark and evil this man was, I was very sure that I would have been feeling some sort of pity for him. “He killed my daughter. This is treason, and I want him dead.” He said, his eyes burning with flames. How can he even say I killed his daughter? Was it not his evil plans that turned around and backfired against him? “I didn’t kill your daughter. Your daughter died after drinking from this glass, which was brought in by the maid over there. And coincidentally, that drink was initially meant for me, only that your daughter happened to grab it first.” I said, and murmurings filled the air.

“Come home. Let the men finish their old war. You were never built for this part.” “You do not know what I was built for.” Kazimir’s hand spread over my stomach, holding me on him. “She is done talking to you.” “Then talk, Vanechka. Your father would have taken this deal in a minute.” “My father is dead because of your house.” “And you are fucking his killer’s daughter on a dirty wall. Do not lecture me about honor.” The room felt too small. I could hear my own pulse. I could hear the foundry building settle. I could hear how calm she stayed.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

So, I stalked her and found out who she truly was. The daughter of an arch-enemy! After her father’s inauguration into politics, he cut off our influx of illegal cash through the community’s charity house. Our group was threatened when one of our dealings was exposed by his smart ass. Tit for tat, we went after his company. And now, his beloved daughter was in my club and on my bed, moaning like my little whore. Perhaps, she was a spy, or she led a double life. “… we've narrowed down our suspects and Lady B tops the chat.”