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"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.

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

I was sold by my father. Handed over to the most feared mob boss in New York like I was nothing. Viktor Morelli. Cold, ruthless, and not to be crossed. He rules this city with fear. Men disappear because of him. I've never even been kissed, and now I belong to the most dangerous man alive. He could kill me. He could break me. He could break me. He could do anything he wants to me-and the worst part? My body seems to love it. Knowing he owns me makes my heart race and my thighs ache.

What will my mother say when she sees me in his mansion, on his bed, with no contract? TO BE CONTINUED... --- Author's Note: Chai! Trouble don come! 😭 Mother from Kumasi meets Billionaire in East Legon! Daniel with megaphone! Will Kwame fight? Will Ama choose family or husband? Add to library! Vote! Chapter 16 REAL WIFE NIGHT drops tonight 8pm — shower scene + diamond ring + secret pregnancy twist! You will cry!

the rogue said looking around in fear. “You touched the viper's tale, rogue. That female you kidnapped today is my best friend. Her father sacrificed his life to get me on this throne and you took her and hurt me badly. I will not kill you yet because I have a lot of information to get from you,” I said smiling wickedly at him. “I will not tell you a word. I will not betray his trust,” the rogue shouted at me. I was right, he was indeed a decoy. There was something bigger cooking underneath. Whoever sent him used him as an experiment for a bigger plan.

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.

It was about one man. Cassian Nyx. The villain deserved better. Not because he was powerful, not because he was feared, but because no one had ever truly stood beside him. They admired his strength until they needed someone to blame. For three years, Adrian had faithfully followed every chapter of Chronicles of the Celestial Hero—more than eight hundred chapters filled with wars, betrayals, bloodshed, and broken promises. Through it all, one character had remained unforgettable. Cassian Nyx. The most tragic character Adrian had ever read. The villain everyone feared. The monster everyone hated. The man Adrian pitied the most.