Romans & histoires The Villianess Is Retiring

Why did you let her go? Because she abandoned us! Julian screamed, completely losing his remaining composure, his voice echoing off the high ceilings like a physical strike. He leaned down, his bloodshot eyes boring into Maya's terrified face with an intense, toxic malice. Understand this right now, Maya! Vivienne Vane does not belong to this family anymore! She sold her loyalty to Damian Thorne for a three hundred million dollar Golden Paddle! She signed the master deed to our skyscraper and left you here to rot in this ward! So shut your mouth, stop crying, and never let me hear you ask for her again! She does not want you!

"They won't catch wind of it, Adonis, because they are currently blinded by their own arrogance," Jillian said, turning around slowly. The low baritone voice was steady, calm, and utterly devoid of fear. "Victoria believes she has won. She thinks I am a broken horse pulling the family carriage toward the Vanguard merger. She expects me at the rehearsal dinner tonight. I will be there. I will play the part of the perfect puppet." Jillian walked over to the desk, tapping the screen to bring up a sprawling blueprint of Apex Holdings' global financial architecture. "But while I am smiling for the cameras, you and the forensic team are going to execute a quiet, systematic liquidation," Jillian co

Amidst her ruin, she realized she had just returned to a true empire. "Clean yourself up. The servants have prepared your old room," Valerie said coldly as she walked toward her study. "Starting tomorrow, there is no more weak Niana Miller. There will only be Niana Van Doren. And we will make sure Sean Miller crawls at your feet to beg for his very breath."

“Watch your tone, little girl. You’re nothing but a poolside whore who got lucky.” I stood slowly, placing both hands on the table, belly proudly displayed. “I am the mother of Damien Voss’s heirs. I am the woman who kept this empire breathing while he fought for his life behind bars. And I am the one who will gut this company and burn every asset before I let either of you touch it.” My voice never wavered. “Counteroffer: You both withdraw from all legal actions. You dissolve this sham alliance. In return, we allow you to keep your minority stakes and walk away with your dignity intact. Refuse, and we release every document we have proving your involvement in the prison attack, Victor. And

Vessa is the only host the pearl has not finished, and she is sitting at the foot of an empty cairn, and the pearl in my chest does not like being looked at by a woman who escaped it. "Why are you sad, Vessa." "Because you are about to do what I did. And I cannot stop you. I am only allowed to warn." "Tell me what you did." She tells me. Without flourish, without the long pauses of Morrigwen, without any of the stagecraft I have come to expect from the dead. She had been refusing food for nine days. The Salt Throne had laid a tax on her village that ate the harvest before the harvest could be eaten by anyone, and Vessa had been sitting in the village square refusing the small meals her siste

Liam asked. And I stared at him dead in the eye, riding on a rush of adrenaline coursing through me to do this now. Quickly before I cowered out or changed my mind. “I, Scarlett Azalea,” I spoke clearly, loud enough for the entire crowd to hear, “hereby renounce my loyalty to the Easthaven Pack and it’s Alpha, Liam Pyres.” ...And it was done. I felt the snap inside my head. Like a string being severed. It was freeing in a way, as if I were unburdening myself of a weight that I hadn’t realised was even there.

“Duh, he won’t. As long as we don’t get further orders from Marcellus we’re not supposed to take any action. So, right now be patient.” I wish I had come a little sooner to know about their plan but at least I can warn Zack. THIS IS WHY I HATE MAFIA!!! I swallow hard and as I sigh, the door opens in an instant making me flinch. A tall bald guy, wearing a suit stares at me in disbelief. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I manage a fake smile. “I…,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I’m just… searching for my ring,” I swallow as I walk away quickly.

A piece that could be replaced if it became too problematic. Victor picked up the folder again and opened it, flipping through the pages. “There are plenty of options, Hyperion. Women who are ready, capable, and more than willing to take on the role. You wouldn’t even have to worry about the public reaction. We’d frame it however you wanted—an amicable separation, a mutual decision, whatever it takes to keep the narrative intact.” “I don’t care about the narrative,” I snapped. “I am trying to care about Lila.”

Valentina hit her fist on the table, this time I was sure she was going to bite her lips till they started bleeding. "It doesn't matter. Give it up to her. You have retired, stay that way and go back to your husband.” Liliana continued like it was no big deal. "My husband?” It was almost a whisper and I saw her eyes blaze with fury, her next line of action made my brow raise itself.