Novel & Cerita Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

"He made many enemies in these all years, with less honest men and friends around him." "However, Madam…" Her voice filled with hope, "I can swear you, our young Master, never did anything wrong with good people. He is the only villain for bad people." "How could you say that? Maggy?" Abigail's expression hardened, listening to her last statement for Byron, "I don't think you know your master rightly." She pulled out her hand from her. "He is a cold-hearted Mafia leader and a purchaser of me in exchange for money." "Is this proof enough to clear your misjudgment?"

He taunted trying to rile me. I run his tip once more, causing him to hiss, enjoying the slow, sweet torture. "I was never a saint, Mikhail. A fallen Mafia heiress, I can proudly be the villain of the story. We are both adults. The best we can do is make this mistake worth it." That was what he was turning me into. I am a selfish woman. I might regret this later but it was both our fault for him to make me drawn to him. My hands grabbed his face and I stole his hot lips, that was scorching on mine. The kiss was intense, making me lose every other reservation. Mikhail didn't hold back either.

Maximilian Grey. I had heard his name whispered with both admiration and fear. A billionaire tech mogul, ruthless in business, and cold to anyone foolish enough to cross him. The man in front of me didn’t look like someone who would extend an olive branch to a drowning woman like me. No, he looked like someone who would hand me a contract and watch me sign away my soul with a smirk on his face. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

He smiled, as he took her too his embrace on the couch, he might look childish whenever he was in front of Madison and his other friends but he was a cold and stoic CEO wherever he went, his love for Madison grew everyday, he loved her more than he loved himself, to him she was his priceless jewel which no body could ever buy. After enquiring about what happened to her when she visited a birthday party, his blood boiled and he was very angry that day. "Why didn't you tell me earlier, did that old man touch you anywhere?" He inquired, looking at her in a concerning way, he truly loved her, how could he let that old hag free? He called for the downfall of that stupid man, what made him angry

Well, she’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I like it, or him. “Delicious, actually.” Now, I’m snorting with laughter, which instantly betters my mood. “He’s all right, I guess. His looks don’t really make up for his blood thirsty personality.” “What do you mean?” “He’s–he’s a villain. He’s the son of what sounds like an absolute dictator.” “He’s the savior of our people,” she says slowly, her brow furrowed slightly. “His story… it’s terrible, Ella.” “I don’t know his story.”

“Then I’ll take it back. She wants to play a game of exposure? I’ll show her exposure.” “Meaning?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She has secrets, Victor. Everyone does. And I’ll drag them into the light until she drowns in them.” Victor’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Dangerous move. But fitting for the villain you claim to be.” I ignored his mockery and picked up the glass again, the whiskey swirling like my rage. “Villains win because they’re willing to do what heroes won’t.” “Or because they don’t know when to stop,” Victor countered.

Eva shied away from his gaze and eyes, feeling the beauty of the place. She can't believe that such a place exists. “What's the mystery about this hidden place, Henry?“ She was so curious to know, and with the way she was still looking around the environment, Henry smiled at her. “Eva, the mystery behind this place is love and hate.“ He sounded so cool. “What is it all about?“ Eva felt she should know everything.“Do you want to hear a story?“ He asked her, and she nodded her head in response to his question.He held her hand as he began to tell her the story. “Hatred and love were the definitions of a family. A father had three sons; he hated two and loved one." He paused and bet his lip.

he stammered an apology, and I shook my head repeatedly at him "You don't have to be, baby. We're in this together, remember?" Time seemed to hold still as we hugged, our hearts beating in unison. I knew what this man was capable of, but I still loved him, even so much more. After the hug, Williams' gaze lingered on me, caressing my jawline slightly before his expression slowly hardened, his attention shifting to our captives. I watched as his gaze shifted to Mia, his face transforming, his eyes icing over, his jaw set in a ruthless line. And with a measured slowness, he strode towards her, and Mia's eyes darted around fearfully, her grip around her legs tightening.

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.

It was a face from his past, someone who shared his desire for revenge. "Killian Montgomery," George growled, his voice laced with malice. "It seems fate has brought us together once again. And this time, we will make them pay for what they've done." Killian Montgomery, a malevolent figure driven by his own dark ambitions, stepped into the light. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in the prospect of vengeance. A sinister alliance was formed as the two villains joined forces, their malevolence intertwining like tendrils of darkness.