The Villianess Daughter Novels & Stories

I'm uninterested anyway. The first one is Vivian, the daughter of one of the great merchants from Gildsburgh. The second one is Cristelle, the daughter of the Williams empire. The third is Jenny, the daughter of BillandCo, and so on and so forth. Most of them have their names, and none of the candidates are below the average line. None of them are on the average, as they all belong to the top. But their elite status doesn't sway me. I need to find the right one—the one who can give me a magical feeling of love.

"But Val, no one will kill their parents. I can't kill my own father, what do I have to gain if I do that? This brings me to ask, what was the actual reason you married Cillian so quickly? I can agree to the fact that Cillian had a hand in what happened to our parents and Jaxson but... don't you think you may have connived with him to spite me? I've thought about it so many times. But why? Father treated you so well to the point that I was jealous of the relationship between the two of you. How could you..." I tossed my phone away immediately, the device bouncing off the far wall. "The fuck!!!" I paced the room, my heart hammering against my ribs. She had turned the entire narrative upside d

I said it again, gentler this time. The woman smiled. "You don’t know?" There was a glimmer of something like amusement in her eyes. That makes sense, I guess. My dad had a lot of secrets. Her eyes met mine. "My name is Lilith," she introduced herself. "Viktor’s daughter." My blood froze. Darius stepped forward, his sword grip tightening. "Viktor had a daughter?" Lilith's head cocked. "Oh, he had many things you didn’t know about." Her smile widened. "And I’m here to make you pay for what you did to him."

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

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.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

Valerie screeched, her eyes cold “I should have killed you when I had the chance.” “Like you haven't tried.” I deadpanned, “How many times have you tried, and you've failed? I am not the only pathetic one here, you are. All you can do is take and take, look around you have no one by your side, not even your daughter.” “Don't talk to me about that weakling!” She struggled to stand, “She is no daughter of mine. A failed offspring, vicious but stupid, she would rather choose a man than do my bidding. It was rather amusing when the very same man tried to kill her”.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.