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“Do they think I don’t see it? Every story, every post, every news segment, they’re glorifying him and mocking us. Me!” Robert sighed, his normally commanding voice now strained. “Victor, listen. The facts are...” “I don’t care about your facts!” Victor shouted, pacing the room, boots echoing on the marble floor. “The world will see him as perfect. As clever. As untouchable. And me? The golden wolf? The one who bled for this family? I am the villain! The world sees me as a tyrant, a monster! And all because of him!” Robert sighed heavily on the phone , trying to maintain authority, but even he knew Victor had slipped into something darker, something uncontrollable.

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.

I blushed at the compliment, “Yeah, well I feel like you’re also in your element when you grill me like that. You’re a very believable villain.” He rose from his chair, the muscles in his face tense. He made a full circle around the desk and knelt close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek, “Don’t be deceived, Amelia. You only like me because we’re standing on the same side of this case. I am a villain. It would do you well to remember that.”

“And let’s be real, a nice guy is always nice to everyone. So when he’s nice to you, it’s not even special. But a bad boy? The kind that treats the world like dirt but melts only for you? That’s rare. That’s special.” Amelia still looked confused, so I gave her the perfect example. “If you’ve ever watched The Vampire Diaries, you’d get it. Stefan was sweet, kind, noble—blah, blah, blah. But Damon? Damon was dangerous, selfish, reckless… and yet, when he loved you, he would rip the world apart for you. Stefan wanted to save everyone, but Damon? Damon would kill anyone who even looked at you wrong. That’s what I want. Not some perfect saint. I want the villain who loves only me.” I leaned back