The Villianess Is Retiring Novels & Stories

*** "There is no such person called Rilee Villanueva nor Rilee Silvenia existing near the location you've given us. There's a record that Rilee Silvenia -Vice President Dominador Silvenia's grand daughter- died five years ago. But regarding the picture you've sent us, there is no one who has similar facial features of her but there were at least four persons who distantly looks like her," a detective reported to Luke. "Sisi Ashon, Khrytel Bent, MJ Dulce and Chelsie Shoin," he added.

He reached down and picked up the train of Xielle's dress, draped it over his arm like a loyal servant-king, and guided her toward the exit. "Wait!" one bold reporter shouted. "Xielle, is it true you're retiring?" Xielle stopped at the exit, looking over her bare shoulder with a look of pure, unadulterated arrogance. "Retiring? Darling, I just gave you the highest-rated show of the year. I’m not retiring. I’m just taking a break to raise the next heir to the Zhao empire. Try to keep up." As they stepped out into the lobby, Maxine ran up to them, practically vibrating with excitement. "Anak! That drug-doctoring footage?! Where did you get that?!"

I am Victoria, a person I never considered myself to be. I close my eyes to recall what transpired on the 456th year of the Vermoir, as this is already ancient history dating back millions of years before our current era until I realize what transpired as I open my eyes widely. "On the night of the last festival day, a village was reduced to ashes, but I can't pinpoint where or when. I must determine this and also find my way out of here."

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.

she says, her voice raspy but firm, "and my former employees... they orchestrated a coup. They framed me. They stole my life's work and unleashed a dangerous weapon on the world." She looks directly into the lens. "I am not the villain," she says. "I am the only one who knows how to stop it. And I demand the chance to testify." The ticker scrolls beneath her face: EVELYN VOSS VOWS TO "SAVE HUMANITY" FROM ROGUE AI. I stare at the screen. She’s not gone. She’s not broken. She’s back. And she’s spinning the story. "She's going to fight," Alex says, his face hardening. "She's going to try to take it back."

“Vivienne almost lost her mind in there.” A faint pause. Then she continued, her tone casual but laced with quiet satisfaction— “They’re making her retire.” Silence. Just for a second. “…Retire?” he repeated. There was a slight note of surprise in his voice. Subtle. Controlled. Believable. “Yeah,” Isabella said. “Didn’t expect it to go that far either.” She leaned against a pillar, her gaze drifting ahead. “I thought they’d force an apology and make me share the blame. Vanessa tried that angle.”

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

The woman smiled before replying " well he told us not to tell you who he was but I would like you to thank him properly so it's right to tell you his name , It's Darryl Matthew" " Darryl !!!" She was shocked . Wait , wasn't he that famous basketball? he was always indifferent towards her though and yes he was the Villîan in the book . He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads .

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

“Then call his room and tell him his cousin Isadora wants to talk to him.” The woman did just that, nodding as she spoke into the phone. “All right, Mr. Vitiello.” She hung up and smiled politely at me. “The presidential suite on the thirtieth floor.” I headed toward the elevators. Elia shook his head as he stalked after me. “He probably thinks it’s a trap and awaits with blazing guns. Luca is the most distrustful man I know, and for good reason.” “Well, he won’t shoot a pregnant woman. And he knows me, so calm down.”