Villain Retirement Novels & Stories

Honestly, she knew nothing about it. [That's right, Mrs. Wilson. Retro is on the verge of bankruptcy now. For the past few months, Jason has been stealing large amounts of company money. Some data even shows that the money was spent at luxury jewelry stores, luxury boutiques, luxury restaurants, and there is also data on the purchase of a Lamborghini. This is truly a fitting end to your ex-husband's life. Congratulations, Mrs. Wilson. Finally, those who wronged you got their karma.] “Thank you so much, Victoria,” said Alena, before hanging up the phone.

the assistant said carefully, “if I may… your wife. If she learns of this—” Damon’s gaze snapped to him, sharp enough to cut steel. The room froze. “She will not,” Damon said, each word heavy with finality. “Rhian is… separate from this. She must remain blind. If she ever learns the weight of the crown I carry, it will crush her.” The assistant bowed immediately. “Of course, sir.” The hacker broke the silence with a small chuckle. “Villareal won’t know what hit him. By the time the authorities are at his door, his allies will have already sold him out.”

"That's reassuring." Jarvis had a voice crack typical of an old man, giving the impression that he could fall asleep at any moment. However, his resume shattered that assumption. Despite his elderly appearance, he possessed immeasurable martial prowess. He had traveled the country, defeating opponents with a renowned name. When he was targeted by an international hitman in his old age, he killed them with a flick of a coin, earning him international fame.

The elite martial artist fell silent as he had no comeback for that. Victor sighed in relief as Dustin stepped out of the Cain family villa. His nerves had been on edge the entire time. He had genuinely feared that Dustin would not let him off and would insist on a fight. “I’m getting too old for this. From this day forth, I’m retiring from the matters of the martial world,” he declared firmly to the crowd. With that, he walked off without looking back and left the elite martial artists bewildered. Bianca stood up with a face as dark as a thundercloud.

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th

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.

“I know.” She smiled and she leaned back comfortably. “Since you’ve finally behaved like the man I raised…I’ll step back. I won’t interfere anymore. I won’t lecture you every morning.” I chuckled. “That’s surprisingly generous.” She raised a finger. “But…If you hurt that girl again…or any other innocent employee. I’ll come out of retirement just to deal with you.” I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The following morning… Vilmorre Enterprise was already buzzing when I arrived. Since we had earned back the trust of some of our investors…things had been slightly betters. Several department heads were waiting outside my office. I dealt with them one after another before finally dismissing the

He looked at me, and then at Riven, and then back at me, like he was deciding how much of thirty years of silence he was finally ready to let go of all at once. "The kind of things," he said, "that end careers. End reputations. End the specific kind of power Elder Vael has spent his entire life building."

Angry. He approaches as I’m getting my keys out. “Ariana Vale?” “Yes?” “You destroyed Richard Vaughn. Ruined his life. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Chen moves. Fast. Steps between us. “Sir, please step back.” “I lost everything. My retirement. My savings. All of it in Vaughn’s fund. And now he’s in prison because of her. Because of her boyfriend’s vendetta.” “Sir, Ms. Vale had nothing to do with the investigation into Mr. Vaughn’s fraud—”