Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved Mga Nobela at Kwento

She snapped almost immediately. " Fine.I Iost her. I love her!!! But..but.. she doesn't want to do anything with me!!" " Ok, the " empire" himself, I mean, the name that the whole America know, that his companies can't be numbered is in love with wretched, poverty,God forsaken girl. Mmm?" She chuckled, leaving a mockery face . " I said it granny. I said it that you are going to mock me. Now, you have gotten what you wanted can you now leave me in peace!!"

Shouldn't he be disturbed? "Kneel?" Drogo sighs, and his eyes turn cold. "I told you, you're no king to me. You and I know who the real villain is here." The crowds mumble among each other. "Don't try to play the victim card, rogue Alpha. No one will believe anything you say. You killed her and have been hiding for the past three months now. Do you think you can win these people over? You are the ruthless rogue Alpha." "Shame," Drogo flicks his gaze to one of the men supporting the king. "Mr. Roderick. I saved your daughter from human trafficking two years ago, and you are already seeing me as the villain here."

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.

Or maybe he does sleep, but Henry had never seen him actually doing it nor does he think he was capable of sleeping at all. He was nervous as he waited for the billionaire to open his eyes. Valentino Veldiar is the wealthiest in Falkor City. Every living being, including the dead, is terrified of his name. He's almost a god in this place and is known as an elusive bachelor. He rarely shows himself to the public. Every woman in Falkor City was dying to be the next Mrs. Veldiar. He has power and wealth, and everyone who has seen him from afar swears he looks like a descended god.

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.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

This time, my rival had sent his own younger brother. "Please... don't hurt me. I'll disappear. I won't say a word," he begged through tears. I looked at him without interest, begging rarely changed anything. It certainly wouldn't change this. I gave a small wave, and my bodyguards grabbed him, preparing to tie him up. "Please! There's... there's a bomb in the hotel... and around the area." A bomb? I underestimated them. "Who planted it?" "Pierre Antonio." Pierre... I'd never met the man before. At this point, I wasn't even sure who my real rival was anymore. I gave him a cold stare, he swallowed hard.

“If you don’t back the fuck away, the only thing you would be is dead.” “Such a buzzkill.” He rolled his eyes. “I love you already, let’s totally be friends.” “I’m not interested in being friends with a potential murderer.” “Thank Dune, I’m not a potential murderer. I’ve killed people, that means we can be friends, best of friends.” My stomach physically recoiled. “Rain Riverton right?” “My last name seems to be quite popular around here.” He laughed. “All thanks to your aunt I’m guessing. I knew her, Eloise Riverton. When she was in her last year, I was in my first. The third best in Oak blood as a whole, while Malek has always been number one.”

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Raymond finished, his tone full of warning. As I soaked his words in, I realised he was right. I knew next to nothing about Alpha Evan. Only that he was a hybrid and seemed like a man who was good at heart. But now, I wasn't so sure. What if the man was nice only in front of me to lure me away from here? What if it was all an act and he was actually a ruthless tyrant, waiting for the right moment to show his true colours?