Villain Steal The Heroines Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yet she still accused me of stealing her husband while deliberately leaving out the most important details. She was not kind. She was manipulative. The crowd ganged up on me. "Can you believe it? Reese stole her subordinate's husband! What a shameless woman!" "I know she's been a vicious woman all along! She probably sells her body to get what she wants. Ivan's face and wealth must have attracted her, and she decided to steal him. Poor Cynthia." "Come on, Ivan is the real victim here. Not only did he fall for that bitch's lies, but he also proposed to her. He needs to wake up and be with the woman who loves him for his personality.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

This man—this man who had sworn he would love only me, who had vowed he would never betray me—was now devouring another woman in the space he had built for me. The truth was undeniable. Griffith had betrayed me. My knees buckled beneath the weight of it all. I clung to the wall, refusing to confront them in my broken state. My pride would not allow it. When Griffith finally left, Giselle did not. Instead, she stepped toward the corner where I hid. Towering above me, she looked down with a quiet, triumphant smile. "Luna," she said, "you saw everything, didn't you? So what if you were his childhood love? So what if you come from noble blood? The one he loves now is me. And," she paused, savori

Not enough yet, but getting there. Not for me. I wasn't that pathetic. These were for something else entirely. When the staff member left, I returned to my notebook, flipping past my revenge list to the collection of news clippings. Maya's triumph. My public humiliation. The perfect narrative for what would come next. Everyone loved a tragedy, especially when it had a villain. I had been cast as the villain in Maya's redemption story. But stories could be rewritten. Characters could be recast. "She stole my life," I whispered to the empty room. "My family. My future. It's only fair I take something of hers."

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

And I am the villain. Every time Aria’s heart raced when Damian walked into a room, she felt like she was stealing from her own sister. Every time she hoarded a glance, a touch of his hand, or even a cold word from him, she felt like a thief standing in the shadows of a life that wasn't hers. Cassandra wasn’t evil; she was just a woman starving for the affection of a man who belonged to no one.

She glanced around like a thief, pulled a small porcelain vial from her pocket, and with trembling hands, dusted a fine, invisible powder over the velvet box. *Serena Blackwood, you are the Goddess’s greatest headache! You arrive at the palace and immediately force me to frame a high-ranking Pack official!* *Too much adrenaline!* Willow turned to Faye, her voice urgent but hushed. "I’m fainting too. Scream for the guards!" Then, she slumped to the floor. "Guards! Help! Assassins! The Lady Serena has been poisoned!" *** **The Luna Queen’s Chambers** Luna Queen Eleanor was pacing, her aura radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure.

[Ruin] Belladonna scanned the crowd for an easy victim for her little visa heist. I could have stolen two visas, but I didn’t because the thought of witnessing her steal was far more exciting than some twisted fake chivalry. Although I highly doubted if she could steal at all. It was always exciting to see a morally upright person step into moral corruption, however small it might be.