The Villianess Turns The Hourglass Mga Nobela at Kwento

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

The Duchess pointed down at her wide skirts. Edwina just shrugged. “Thack, Don’t wake up now!” Lilly teased. Thackeray didn’t stir from his sleep. Giggling, Lilly unhooked her hoop and stepped out of the contraption. Wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, Lilly threw her hoop at the languid Thackeray. It landed solidly on his chest. Yelping and jumping from his chair, Thackeray attempted to disentangle himself from the contraption, while Edwina and Lilly chortled.

“We were fated.” Meanwhile, Viviane was becoming more and more desperate, unable to find a weapon or escape route, she was now eyeing a vase on the coffee table with panicked interest, and Caspian had a bad feeling he knew what she intended. Sure enough, she carefully lifted it and began trying to sneak up behind Damien. Catching her eye, Caspian attempted to dissuade her from such a risky plan. She wasn’t strong enough to knock the big man out, and trying would only infuriate him. He shook his head imperceptibly, but Damien caught the movement anyway.

Migara butt in to cut their conversation which is about to turn into an argument as it always have been. Archer folded his arms in his chest and Vivienne looked away. Migara didn't help but hide a grin, she knows fate would always find its way and unfold itself. Time is running out for the Huntsman who chose to reject his fate and everything will soon be unveiled to the naive princess to knows nothing about herself. Migara did her part. She completed her spell and let Vivienne drank the possion she created. One more minute and she found her visitors on their way to the palace to attend the annual ball.

We had come this far, and the path ahead was clear, even if the details were obscured in mystery. Without hesitation, we stepped through the barrier and approached the old woman. She handed us the hourglass, its sands shimmering like stardust. "The Hourglass of Eternity. It can navigate the stream of time, taking you to the very beginning. Use it wisely." As the hourglass touched our hands, a rush of memories flooded our minds. Scenes from our past, both individually and together, replayed like a montage. The hourglass was connecting us to the moments that had shaped our journey, perhaps showing us the way forward.

My mind is still trying to process everything. Not a true Blackwood heiress. Diana and Kieran. Childhood betrothed. Ulterior motive. The pieces are falling into place, but the picture they're forming is too horrific to comprehend. Vivienne raises her hand, and I see the slap coming. The physical manifestation of her contempt. I Instinctively close my eyes, bracing for impact. But the slap doesn't land. I peel my eyes open, confused, and find Vivienne's wrist held firmly by someone.

Triggering the machine without preparation was reckless, bordering on catastrophic, but perhaps it could still serve Vivienne’s purposes. She glanced at the faint reflection in the polished surface of a nearby mirror, her gaze lingering on her own features. Sharp cheekbones, dark eyes that betrayed no fear. She had spent years preparing for this moment, navigating her uncle’s cryptic games and unraveling his web of secrets. Everything Lord Haverstone had left behind—the journal, the device, even the medallion—was part of a larger design. But unlike Emma, Vivienne understood the stakes. She was no pawn. She was a queen, ready to seize the board.

I hеаr thе dооrbеll chimе аs I set my bаg down on thе counter аnd glаnce аt thе persоn whо wаlked in. Dominic. I squint my eyes аs I look аt him suspiciоusly. Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin. Thе numbеr....... I’ll kill him. I squint my eyes аs I look аt him suspiciоusly. Hе twirls thе vаn keys on his indeх fingеr аs hе strоlls tоwаrd mе with а grin.

The gown shimmered faintly when she moved—stitched with silver thread that caught the moonlight like scattered stars. A slender silver tiara rested on her head. Simple. Temporary. Her reflection stared back at her—not the abandoned girl from years ago. Not the insecure fiancée who questioned her worth. But a woman who had survived humiliation, betrayal, war, birth, blood, and fire. Her hand brushed lightly over her collarbone. A knock came at the door. “It’s time,” Adriana whispered gently before stepping aside. Violetta inhaled slowly. When she descended the grand staircase, the entire hall fell silent.