Novel & Cerita The Villaness Is Retiring

Erella said, voice laced with fatigue. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. The assistants flinched. Even the chandeliers trembled—or maybe that was just collective fear. Then, the Marchioness’s lips curved into a sweet, deceptive smile. “Just one more time, dear. I promise.” Gasps filled the air. The staff stared in disbelief. The Marchioness Camille, terror of the capital’s noble society, was pleading with a girl? Erella gave in with a long sigh. “Okay. But you promise this is the last one.”

Everything leading up to it—his lies, deception, and broken promises—had been cut out. All that remained was a version of me that looked completely unhinged. Then a second trending topic shot up the rankings. #VivianReedBrokeUpTheCarterMarriage# The online trolls Nathan hired flooded the comments. They painted Vivian as a scheming homewrecker willing to do anything to climb the social ladder. According to them, my revenge was nothing more than the reaction of a jealous wife who discovered their affair. Nathan even managed to cast himself as the victim.

Seji said before dropping her body on the bed. "Ghad! Did you see the CEO of the VICL? I saw him a while ago. He's handsome and really hot!" I glanced at Hennah when she said that. She is applying something to her face. "He's definitely a Villaranza, Hennah. It's no surprise that he's a handsome and hot man. I even saw his sister; she's so beautiful," Fely said, who was lying at the end of the bed.

“Because she doesn’t get to rewrite our story again.” The words landed like a vow. Vivienne leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her instinctively. They stayed like that longer than they should have. ⸻ The call came just before midnight. Vivienne stood frozen in the center of her penthouse, phone pressed to her ear, listening as Elise spoke through tears. “They’re terminating my contract,” Elise said. “Effective immediately. Security walked me out.” Vivienne’s breath left her in a rush.

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

Was this b*tch crazy? “Miss Vanderbilt, I’m afraid your memory seems to be a bit foggy. Didn’t you willingly offer $150,000,000, just last month, to have me poached from Luxella? If Vaenna Jewelry has no intention of respecting me, then we can forget about our collaboration.” Everyone was stupefied! Maisie turned out to be the internationally-renowned jewelry designer, Zora! Willow looked shell-shocked. “Impossible. How could you be Zora!?”

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.

her aunt asked. "Oh! I didn't think of that." her uncle said. Her aunt sighed and looked at Lilian. "Can you resign sweetie? I know you love your job but we can't risk any chance of being found." "Well I think doing that would only bring more exposure on us." Lilian told her. "Why do you think so?" her uncle asked. "Well Mr Romano is a well connected man and me resigning from what many would see as a dream job would only raise his suspicions and make him dig into my past thereby leading the werewolf council right to our doorstep."

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

They parted, the creaking of the house groggily waking around them—the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the kitchen, the soft clinking of their maid as she set breakfast out on the table, the gentle hum of a day breaking not in turmoil but in peace. Much later, in the sunroom, Valeria saw the headlines scroll by on her tablet: “Supermodel Valeria Page Retires to Focus on Advocacy for Women’s Safety.” The photo attached was one Kc had taken—no makeup, no stage. Just her, on their balcony, a quiet smile on her lips. He came up behind her, coffee in hand. “They’re already reacting?” “Some fans are heartbroken. Some are proud. Some think I’ll be back.”