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Not from the board. From him. Then he turned and walked toward the door. The office fell silent again after he left. But Elena barely noticed. Because her attention remained fixed on the transaction approval glowing before her. Her own name. Her own clearance. Attached to stolen millions. And suddenly— The shareholder evaluation tomorrow mattered far less than the horrifying realization settling into place inside her mind. Someone had been using Elena Vale long before she ever became the villainess. And whoever it was— Was still inside Vale Group.

“You don’t scare me Liam Moretti and neither does your mafia, I would hate for you to lose your o my heir and your mafia. How long before they started to question you, how long before they tell you, they can’t let their friends die, they can’t fight for a woman that is not your wife and a kid that is not yours, how long before I contact one of them and they feel they are better off taking matters into their hands and they end up doing this, they fucking end up taking care of it themselves, all I need is to offer them enough money for them to bring Bella to me, she is not your queen, fortunately for you she is my queen and I will not give up on her or my heir, I am sure you will hate for some

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

He swept his arm across the glass desk, sending laptops, crystal glasses, and dossiers crashing onto the floor. "Withdraw?" Victor screamed, his voice raspy and cracked. "He ruined me! He humiliated me in front of the entire alliance! He thinks he can hide behind his fake marriage and watch me burn from his penthouse?" "Sir, moving against him financially is impossible—" "Then we don't move against him financially!" Victor spat out, stepping close to his operative, his breath ragged. "The Ghost Billionaire wants to play the devoted husband? Let's see how long his cover holds when his precious CEO is fighting for her life."

“You’re the one who burned down Vladislav’s mansion! Do you have any idea what could have happened? You could have kiled people, killed him.” Bartholomew’s eyes flashed with molten fury. “Why should you care if that monster dies? Vladislav Moroz is a disease that eats at the skin of people. A parasite. An opportunist who preys on weakness, who manipulates tragedy to feed his own gain. You would mourn him?” I scoffed, folding my arms. “I’d rather be associated with an opportunist than with a pretentious liar who kidnaps women for his own selfish gain, who would risk the life of innocent people just to achieve his goals.”

Our home was a legal fiction. James arrived within the hour, his face grim. He read the motion, his jaw tightening. “This is Volker,” he said. “She’s a shark. This is… aggressively constructed.” He looked at me. “They’ve made you the villain, Maya. The unstable mother led astray. Liam is the corrupting influence. Daniel is the concerned, wronged father.” “What do we do?” The question was a plea.

The woman couldn't help feeling a little intimidated and shivered subconsciously. The man in front of her was a monster. No, he was scarier than a monster! Dr. Fegurson and Dr. Bruce were also terrified. They subconsciously shrank behind Molly and said in a low voice, "Dr. May, is this your fiancé's subordinate? Why does he look more like a villain than a real one?" Hearing this, Molly didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly comforted them, "When facing a villain, we can only use the methods of a villain, or he won't tell the truth."

To anyone outside the syndicate, a man pausing before accepting a terrified child as a gambling prize would be seen as the bare minimum of human decency. But in the ruthless, predatory world of The Sovereign, that single second of hesitation was a glaring, dangerous fissure in a Capo’s armor. Capo Moretti tilted his silver head, a cold, mocking glint dancing in his pale eyes. Viktor from the eastern bloc leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, toxic smirk spreading across his lips. They saw the shift. They sensed the reluctance. In their minds, Nikolai Volkov, the ruthless, bloodthirsty executioner who had slaughtered entire bloodlines to claim his throne was showing a flicker of restraint

That was when my grandma took me to therapy but I was quiet every session so I dropped it. “You can stay as long as you want. I'm sorry.” He pulls me for a hug and I hug him back. I guess a part of me is grateful to have him as a friend. We let go off each other and he wipes a tear i didn't even realise was there. I let go off him and stare at the TV. “I hate Homelander.” I say out of sudden. Homelander is the biggest villain in The Boys. “What? Who's your favourite then?” He's not going to believe me.

One in particular. The great doors hadn't even finished their weary sigh before Alexander's sapphire eyes snapped taut as a drawn bowstring, heat flashing white-hot as they locked onto the viper coiled at the base of his dais. Nine years of exile had not diminished Lord Mykhol's talents—rather, he seemed to have grown into his villain's role like a perfectly tailored coat, each gesture calculated for maximum poison. The man had evolved. Twisted into something far more dangerous than the vindictive boy Alexander had banished. But now–he wasn’t being so cautious.