The Villianess Is Retiring Novels & Stories

While depressed, Jade broke into Heulwen's house with a note in hand. “Heulwen, this is your last chance.” Jade handed Heulwen the paper. It was an audition for a big movie by director Silas, a director known for his royal, powerful, and mysterious genre. Jade wanted Heulwen to give an audition for a supporting role with a shy and weak personality. This was the kind of role Heulwen was always nominated for. After seeing Jade off, Heulwen studied the plot carefully. She did not give an audition for the role Jade asked for. She wants to change. She would not become a copy of anyone. Therefore, the role Heulwen was aiming for was the female villain.

The universe really said expectations versus reality that all her expectations really went down the drain with her standards. She was given romance with the villain. The villain who is the devil she signed a contract with. The villain who is sleeping soundly on her chest right now. The villain named Navier. Now, dating the villain doesn’t seem so bad… or is it?

It looked more like a high-end suite than a prison cell. Minutes later, the heavy door opened. A sharply dressed woman in her mid-forties entered. Tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes. She carried a sleek tablet and moved with the confidence of someone who held all the cards. “The public show is over,” she said calmly, setting the tablet on the table. “My name is Valeria Voss. The Blackthorns were useful tools. The world now believes the Kane empire has been destroyed. Perfect.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Aurora tensed beside her, instinctively stepping closer so their bare hips brushed.

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.”

Her smile did not fade, but her green eyes turned ice-cold. "Ah," Vivienne murmured. She turned back to face Caspian, dropping her hand from his cheek. "So the rumors in Zurich were true. You really did trade your entire kingdom for a peasant cottage." Caspian finally broke his silence. He took a deliberate step backward, breaking the space between them. "What are you doing here, Vivienne? The Sterling accounts are gone. The corporate game is over. There is nothing left."

"This must be expensive. I can't take this." "It's a second hand one I managed to get. I want you to have a way to contact me should you ever need to when you're gone. I was going to give it you for your birthday next month but you're going so here you go," she said, pushing the device into my hands. "But I can't take this. This is too much, Miss Lillian," I told her, unwilling to take the device from her. "Please keep it. It would make me feel better knowing you have a way of reaching out to me in case you ever need to," Miss Lillian said, unshed tears shining in her warm brown eyes.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

“We’ll take care of them, but please, we need to focus on one thing at a time. Think this over, my lady. What do you want me to do with them?” Valeria looked at them. They were crying and regretting the day they accepted to make business with her, the great Valeria Vallaolid. They should've known better. Valeria wasn’t a woman to play with. There have to be reasons why she was the great lady of that town, right? “Kill them. Burn them to death.” “As you wish, my lady.” Thomas answered.