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Her heart slammed against her ribs. Another shot. Then silence. Alessia's arm remained wrapped tightly around her. "Are you hurt?" Amara shook her head. "No." "Good." "Alessia..." "I'm here." Amara held onto her. For once, she didn't care about the secrets. She didn't care about the lies. All she knew was that Alessia was holding her like losing her would destroy something inside her. And in that darkness, Amara finally understood something. Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of.

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

With a lot of emotions, I thought of how badly I ached to be with Valen. Villainess Snow approached me with the same dagger, stooping before me. She placed the cold flat titanium metal on my cheek. "You can't fucking die or my plans go to waste." "You….. wicked….. bitch!" I shouted at her, disgusted by her presence and the fact that she had the upper hand. This wasn't right. How could I fall like a damsel to these nimrods? Staggering with ragged breaths, Farrah got to her feet and slowly approached us like a predator.

Eventually she managed to mutter out a quiet, “well... there is one person who might be able to help you....” And I started laughing in Scarlett’s head, realising where the woman’s chain of thoughts had led her. “Who?” Scarlett hissed. She was too angry and desperate to piece it together immediately. So, when the old lady finally answered, it only made it funnier. “Prince Victor’s new mate... everyone saw her display of power during a parade a few weeks ago. Sparks and fireworks shooting from her fingertips, appearing from nothing. The people are saying she has real magic. She might be able to help—”

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"Why doesn't she get into trouble?" Phoebe answered, looking at Ruthie and me, "She's good at it, isn't she?" "Zena, aka Cruella de Vil," said Ruthie. Val piped in. "I don't get it. Because Cruella totally looks evil. Seriously, how did they not know she was the bad guy?" Everyone ignored him but Jake. "Dude! I know, right? Disney villains are so obvious!" I sighed. "She always gets her way, and I don't know how. It's like all the teachers are on her side. I never figured it out."

How dare! She's the female protagonist! She can do anything with her halo! Did the villainess plan this?! She smirk inside. Very well! I'll make you pay! To be continued.

The thorn in the villainess’ side. It didn’t help that Henry never denied nor ended their relationship. The nickname stuck and it was what tabloids and vile d-list celebrities refer to me when they rant about me, when they twist every word I say, when they cook up rumors and articles about me. The foreigner, the villainess. The unwanted third wheel. The gold-digger. The last one made me want to clutch my sides, roaring with laughter. If there’s a gold-digger in our relationship, it would be Henry and his family. We have been subjected to their leeching behavior for hundreds of years.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.