Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved Novels & Stories

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

"But they haven't won the girl. If you stay with me now, they’ll kill us both. If you play the victim, you stay in the light. You stay where you can find the key to the Trust’s vault. You become the hunter I made you to be." He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was less of a goodbye and more of a branding. It was raw, suffocating, and tasted of the chemicals that had nearly erased her. It was the kiss of a man who would rather be hated by the world than lose the only person who understood his darkness. "I am the villain in your story, Ivy," he whispered against her lips. "Make them believe it. Make it the most beautiful lie they’ve ever heard."

She no longer had any place for this kind of fucked up shit in her life and like hell would her child ever be subjected to it either. Her father eyed her from head to toe several times. He also sung that crazy cunts praises. Reassured her Lazy Eye would never be the wiser. Sure she was a good make -up artist, but a terrible fucking person. Taking advantage of a messed up and emotional situation. Emotional and literal blackmail. Stupid evil tramp knew how much the billionaire meant to Amber and how she would do anything to get him back. Moglie had used that against her for her own twisted agenda. Sure, most of the women and a good deal of the men in this city too had fantasized about fucking

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

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."

He said coldly, before turning towards my direction. “This is my daughter, Mara.” He said before pointing towards her. “I'm glad to meet a beautiful angel.” I voiced out softly. “Don't form friendships here, because I'm never going to treat you as my mother.” The young girl said before she ran to her room. At that point I wondered what sort of training they gave such a child, because she wasn't just rude but also a beast. It seems it runs through the family line, the villain nature of the Adrian's didn't stop at their father but also followed to their grandchildren.

Something fell on the ground. I looked down. It was a cup and the content spilled on the marbled floor, close to my feet. The man's cologne was so strong that it was overriding my senses. Slowly, I trailed my gaze up to look at his face. He was tall with dark hair and a strong jawline. And his lips were firmly drawn into a thin line that spoke of brutality. He looked far more dangerous than handsome. But even as dangerous as he looked, he looked almost as if his face had been sculpted by the world's best sculpter. I could have sworn I had never seen anyone as handsome as that.

They had been too young, too tied down by their father's oppressive rule. “More dangerous than Harrington?” Harry repeated, his voice low with disbelief. “That’s a bold statement, Phillipe. Who could be worse than that psychopath?” Phillipe clenched his fists, recalling the man’s sharp eyes and cold demeanor. There had been something in the way he moved, the way he looked at Ellaine, that had sent a chill down his spine. “I don’t know who he is,” Phillipe admitted, “but he’s no ordinary guy. Whoever he is, he’s got a presence—one that makes you want to stay the hell away.”

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.