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As Leo said the words, Viaan’s mind buzzed with Kiara’s voice. Hadn’t she said the same thing but considered him a villain instead? ‘Yes! After all, how could a villain be a hero?’ No matter what the equation has them tied up, Viaan was and is the villain of her story. Why should he then let his pledge go weak? His promise to himself to not let her live in peace! Her dull eyes were nothing in front of that harsh reality that infinite insecurities had gripped Viaan’s mind just because of hers! Thus, he can’t be a hero… he shouldn’t be a hero!

“Haha, you didn’t change the flow of the story. No matter how many times you kill, you’ll only be a villain. Now that you killed the female lead, the chain of the story broke, and you have to pay the price. You have to live forever.” Her mental state was not stable, and she had killed herself a few times. A few years had passed, and Duke Raziel Valen Donovan initiated a coup d’etat. He gathered an army in order to kill all the nobles and end the hierarchy system. When he saw the villainess, he fell to his knees. “Kill me,” Lady Vienna was prepared to die for committing such a grave sin. Tears were in Duke Raziel’s eyes. “If only you loved me, then I’m willing to be the villain.”

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

I twisted everything around me, ensuring that my life became worse than it ever needed to be. In that moment of clarity, I realized I am the root of all my problems. I’ve made my life a living hell, and it could have spiraled even more out of control if I hadn’t faced this sooner. The fear of losing everything and breaking down overwhelms me, and it hurts deeply because the monster in my story was never an external force; it was me all along. I’ve been my own worst enemy, and I should have recognized that—I am the villain in my own story.

And it’s my responsibility to take revenge from everyone who's involved in ruining my happy life. (I can tell you the reasons, all the secrets but I'm helpless. My work has decided my limits already. I can tell the truth, the secrets but later after the lies, because I'm a Narrator). Now you know a lovely story or you can say it's someone's past. I wanna introduce you to a new character, not the one who's involved in all the troubles. But the one who borrowed the books from the library is still unknown so I thought we should be familiar with him first later if I get time or if my mood says to me so I will reveal our villain but till that patience would be great for everyone.

"From what's left of him?" "From what's left of me." For one unguarded second the villainess of my story looked twenty-seven and tired. "A Voss who turns doesn't get a clean ending. I'll need someone powerful enough to give me one anyway. That's the deal. Information, for a future." "You're asking me to trust the most dangerous liar I've ever met," I said, "on the strength of a sad face by a dead fountain."

Chapter One: I never imagined that I would be the villain in this tale. Not a fleeting evil that could be forgiven with a slip of the tongue or a foolish decision, but an evil as heavy as iron, leaving its mark on every corner of my life, and even on the lives of the people around me. I tortured my family and enslaved them, humiliated my fiancé before everyone, and repeatedly sought to kill the Crown Prince to seize his position. I did not stop there I killed many innocent souls without hesitation. And yet, you let me live.

I said quietly, “I lose everything. My marriage, my honor, my place in this family, my heart, my soul, my love. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be the fool prince who couldn’t even keep his wife.” She stared at me, tears falling silently. “Then be the fool. It’s better than being the villain.” The word hit me like a blade to the chest. Villain. Was that what I’d become? Maybe it was. Because as I looked at her, broken, defiant, beautiful, I realized I didn’t care anymore. If being the villain was the only way to stay in her story, then I would play the part gladly. I reached for her again, my hand trembling not with anger this time, but despair.

I don't have reasons that could justify my mistake, but just one word that made me do it. Love . . Just a four letter word , but powerful enough to make one do things that they would never ever do in their worst nightmares. Just like I did. Just like this simple four letter word made me the Villain of this story. Who would have thought that cute innocent Sophie would get so blinded in love, that she will hurt her loved ones? Who would have thought that the cupid will one day become the villain of the story. But I did became one. In name of blind, childish and immature love.