Novel & Cerita Villain Death

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

“Yes. I’m the sole survivor, as far as I’m aware. But they never told me anything about where I came from.” “It’s no wonder they kept you hidden and treated you so poorly then,” Alistair explained. “Your family is the reason why their Alpha at the time, Liam’s father, was executed. He was charged with breaking the Empire’s treaty, eliciting a war on an allied pack and committing war crimes. They must have been taking out their anger on you.” “War crimes?” Victor asked, confused. “Why haven’t I heard about this before? About anything to do with Ashburne?”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

"Truman Bruce, younger brother of the late business tycoon Truman Truce, has been found dead inside his holding cell." I narrowed my eyes. Someone was already cleaning up loose ends. The reporter continued. "And police have arrested the suspected mastermind behind today's explosion, the notorious mafia leader, Pierre Antonio." Pierre... Whether he'd remain in custody was another matter entirely.

And yet, like a naughty child, I knew I shouldn't, and still couldn't stop picking at the scab. It was time to let go completely. I had just closed my eyes when a wave of comments suddenly rose in front of me. [The male lead is really panicking now. He hopped on a private jet and flew straight over.] [Devoted Don, all right. He figured out the villainess went to Sicily after all.] [Slick move by the villainess. Playing hard to get, retreating to advance. Masterful.] I knit my brows and took out my phone, switching it on.

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

"No... no, it's impossible! You drowned! You fell into the river!" I didn't even look at Sophia. My eyes were locked entirely on Victor Vane, whose hands were trembling slightly as he stared at Damian and me standing side-by-side. "You should have stayed in the grave, Victor," I said, my voice ringing through the vast concrete vault, razor-sharp and deadly. "Ten years ago, you faked your death to run from your crimes. Tonight, I am going to make sure the grave stays permanent."

Victor's throat made a strangled, choking sound, as if he wanted to say something, but no one was interested in listening anymore. Jake raised a hand. On the third floor, Raina immediately trained her sights on the center of Victor's forehead. "Next life, keep your eyes open." BANG! A single gunshot rang out. Victor, guild leader of the Wolf Pack, dropped dead. And with that, the Wolf Pack guild, once the terror of Zone C-996, was reduced to nothing more than dust in history.

I looked up, waiting for her to continue. "He's the famous Mr. Vance." I squinted at her in confusion, and she leaned in closer. "The dangerous man everyone fears. Last I checked, he practically owns half the city." At her words, my heart rate doubled once again. I had heard rumors of the infamous Vance name before, but I had never seen his face. And I slept with him? I gulped in quiet terror. "He's... that Mr. Vance?" I managed to say, clutching my hands tightly in my lap so she wouldn't see them trembling.