The Villianess Daughter Novels & Stories

Yes… that kind of beauty/cuteness/nobility! One of the characters in that Role Play Game that I liked the most! The noble daughter of the noblest house after the imperial family! The house of the duke leader of the aristocratic faction, the man with Silver hair and ice blue eyes, with the name Cassius Von Evanson, he strike fear and oppress those squids with his charisma! That same man whom lost his wife that he loved the most the day his second child, the first noble young lady of the house, was born. The once a noble and righteous duke, turned onto a block of ice obsessed with power and ranks! Neglecting his daughter wish he despised for killing his own and one only love, turning the girl

Even he, who should have known better, had believed it. ‘I never claimed to be a hero but I’m going to get you away from here. I promise you that.’ ‘Forget it, Damian. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past few days it’s that the only person I can rely on is myself.’ Before Damian could respond someone came striding out of the villa and down the path towards them. He recognised the bulky figure of her father. Alexander Leonidas. Rich, reclusive and rotten. His features were set in a scowl that made closer to bulldog than man and his body groaned from an excess of good food and a shortage of physical exertion.

“I didn’t say the other way wouldn’t work. I have a stepsister—Isabella. Have you met her?” Another man snorted. “You mean that Bella who follows Julian around like a crazy fangirl?” “That’s the one,” Vivienne said without hesitation. “I can deliver her to you.” “For real?” The first man laughed, low and ugly. “The Don would let you hand over his daughter?” “The Don?” Vivienne scoffed. “I am the Don of Vale. If she—or her sick father—objects, what can they do about it?” The man laughed again. “She’ll do. But you knew me—I like my women powerless. What’s the word for liking them… disabled?”

The next second, she opened her hand. The necklace slipped from her fingers and dropped straight into the flames. "NO —" I watched my mother's last gift turn to ash. Something inside me snapped. I stood up and slapped her across the face. "You little bitch — you dare to hit me?!" Lily clutched her cheek and screamed. "What are you all standing around for? Hold her down! I'll give ten grand to whoever helps me teach this whore a lesson!" The mention of cash got them moving. They came at me.

"But gratitude doesn't give her the right to touch what belongs to me." Murmurs rippled around the table. I could see the doubt in their eyes, the confusion. They didn't understand. How could they? None of them had ever felt what I felt for Liliana. Obsession. "This is about the girl," Viktor said, his tone flat. "The Orlov’s girl." "Her name is Liliana." The words came out sharper than I intended. "She's the enemy's daughter," my cousin Sergei spoke up from across the table. "Her blood runs with Nikolas Orlov’s poison."

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.

'Together, we will make sure Zillah is defeated and justice is served. Riana was shocked to learn that Alpha Killian had a daughter with his former Luna, and now greatest enemy, Zillah. She couldn't understand how the Alpha could have ever loved someone like Zillah. When Riana finally confronted Alpha Killian about it, he looked away and said nothing.

One of them gripped Valentina by the collar of her dress and flung her to the ground, she tried to get up when she was slapped by another person. “My daughter Lilian was only eighteen years old, when your bastard of a father, got her.” The older woman cried desperately clinging to her collar, she shook Valentina violently. “She was coming home from piano lessons, she was a pretty girl with a lot of ambitions, she wanted to give me a better life, and she was all that I have.” Valentina burst into tears, and I almost felt sorry for her again.

After waiting a long time with no sign of the boy exiting, a young girl with long black hair tiptoed out instead. Her sudden appearance made Kael frown—this girl couldn't be his persistent challenger, could she? When she disappeared and Kael checked the building, he found only an abandoned helmet and sparing attire stored in a box. The lingering scent of lavender perfume hung in the air. He reached his conclusion: his challenger wasn't a slender boy, but a young girl—the cold daughter of a prominent duke, known for her stoic expressions. The sister of Alvero Malven. Elira Malven.

“That’s why you want to marry her. But don’t forget who she is. Isabella is your enemy’s daughter.” A harsh laugh tore from my chest, colder than winter steel. Enemy’s daughter? If only she knew the truth. If only she realized tonight would be her last night breathing. ““Do you think I wouldn’t find out, Valentina?” I hissed, closing the space between us until my breath fanned her trembling lips. Her eyes widened, the faintest flicker of panic finally cracking through her arrogance. “How your father slithered spies into my company… how he slit my father’s throat and pinned the blood on the Grecos?”