The Villains Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Without even knowing, he stirred the hornet’s nest with his own hands. And whoever does that… should have no complaints when they get stung.” My wife laughed, that beautiful, musical laugh that held a blade’s edge. She bent down, her dark hair brushing my chest, and kissed me. It was a soft kiss now, full of promise and poison. “We haven’t stung yet, my love,” she whispered against my mouth. “We’ve just landed on the skin. The stinging… that comes next. And it will hurt so much more.” She had ideas. Villainous, wonderful advice on how to turn the heat up. How to make Victor’s world crumble from the inside out. How to target not just him, but everyone close to him. The girl. The boy. The cri

Her gaze held nothing but mischievousness as she caressed him seductively while tracing her other hand up until she cupped his face "We have plan B, don't we… Vivie is crazy as we speak… losing her poor parents and baby, was a lot for her… Victor will be weak and frustrated," Valentina was sure Victor was only putting up a front. Vivienne was his weakness. He danced to her tune and did whatever she said. Victor was a man but listened to his wife. But now his wife had gone crazy hence he was all alone

If you’ll attend her show. Of course. Of course they’d figured it out. The narrative was already forming. I could see it: Billionaire CEO’s discarded wife rises from ashes to build fashion empire. The wronged woman. The phoenix. The revenge story everyone loved. And I’d be cast as the villain. The man who threw away a diamond to chase after glass. Another text. Vivian this time. **Vivian:** *Just saw something interesting. Call me.* I called. She answered immediately.

The Villain I'm wiping down the counter at the diner when all chatter ceases expeditiously. I look up to find the reason for the lack of breath from most of the patrons standing at the doorway, angry green eyes fixed on me. I unconsciously gulped as he stalked closer, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I looked around, every eye in the diner was fasten on us. "Um.. no?" I said unsurely. He came up to the counter, his arms flexing under his shirt as he grips the marble. "We made a deal, princess. Don't tell me you go back on your promises."

"One day, Princess Diane from the Empire of Nezerafana, visited our peaceful abode. At first glance, I knew I'd never like her. From the flirty looks she gives my husband while flashing dirty looks at me, to the way she seductively touches his arm as if tempting him to bed. This type of person is not new to me, however, what irritates me most is how Emperor George lets her do as she pleases. It was as if he became enchanted with her spell. I thought that I've seen her somewhere that's why I did an investigation about her and my hunch was right. She is not the real princess from Nezerafana. A real royal-- no-- even a noble lady would not bluntly show her interest on other people's husband in

"The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never quite chose her. She is still in your palace as we speak. She is the second blade." He pauses. His mouth works. The fourth sentence costs him more than the other three. He spends a long second looking past me, at something I cannot see, gathering whatever a dead king gathers when he is trying to push a single sentence across a current he is not allowed to cross again. "And there is a ninth name on your mother's list. The one she could not say to you in Paria. Your uncle is its servant. Your consort is its servant. Even your cousin Rose is bei

Not long after, a loud raspy voice vibrates into the room. "Yuan Zi Yan!" Xiu Ying enters the room with two others. A middle aged lady enters the room furiously, followed by an older man. Yuan Zi Yan? What's with the name similarities? I swear I have used these names for my novel before. In fact, I chose that name specifically for the villainess in my story. The beautiful lady from earlier, who I assume is my younger sister, backs up from the scene. After putting on a melancholic expression, she rests besides Xiu Ying.

She approached it and opened it. The metallic device laid there most probably thrown carelessly by Rodriguez. She took it out and examined it. It would take her nothing to use it against Rodriguez. She immediately pushed away the dark thought. How could she even go that far? She made up her mind to call Nathan but backed down at the last minute. "Hello?" She heard Adriana say. She couldn't say it. She just couldn't do it. She was too weak to betray her husband. The golden band on her ring finger burned forcing her to remember the vows she made to Rodriguez on their wedding,

"Until then, don't you dare think of seducing him." "Seducing him?" Bellatrix stared at her like she'd just said something horrendous. "Come off it, Regina," she waved her hand in the air dismissively. "A wife can't seduce her husband. If anyone should be worried here, it should be me. After all, a shameless third party like you is trying so hard to seduce and steal my husband. Who's the real villain here?" Heat rushed to Regina's face. "You–" "However," Bellatrix cut her off casually, sighing as she leaned back in her chair. "You're in luck, because unlike most wife's, I'll gladly give you my husband," she paused for a second.

She stammered again. "Myself," I closed my eyes when I replied. "Wh... What?" She was shocked. "Yes. He wants me to be his wife," I replied, looking at her. "Tell me, you... You said... Said no," she asked, looking at me. "I said yes. He wants me to be his wife. So I will be. I will be the Mafia's Vengeful Wife."