Romans & histoires Villain Suits

== Meanwhile, the old man who tries to harass Madison the other day he almost felt like killing his self. His manager called him that all their company has been sued under S & S enterprises, saying their goods were all fake, and all the banks were demanding their long time loan, he was sweaty as he thought about all those things. His houses, car and the other things he had Were being sued, he was left with nothing to flaunt around. When compared to companies, S & S were the most top ranking while his company could be compared as a side chick.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

“Yet she still flinches.” Zara turned slowly as Victor Vale stepped into view. Immaculate. Poised. Deadly. His obsidian suit clung like shadow. A silver tie pin in the shape of a fang gleamed at his throat. His smile was razor-thin. Victor Vale. Brother. Challenger. Viper in a tailored coat. “Little brother,” he said, sounding pleased, “you’ve made quite the show of things lately. Fires. Announcements. Marking ceremonies in the middle of old courts. Bold.”

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

I came home to find the courtyard full of men. Black suits, every one of them, like a flock of crows had settled on my lawn. I'd called them myself. They were Milano soldiers. There was a lot in that story I could accept. But not the part where the Milano family got torn apart. If it came to that, I'd bleed to keep the family name clean. I led them inside and gave my instructions. "Every custom gown in the closet. Every piece of jewelry. Every handbag. Box it all up."

There's nothing that could stop a woman who sets her mind to vengeance, and if the woman's name was Anthea Morin, then all hell would break loose. ------------------------- ---------------- In a spacious, lavishly appointed office, the room's extravagance was only surpassed by the man who occupied it. Tall with chiselled features and an aura of undeniable charisma, he exuded an air of unattainable allure. His flawlessly tailored navy blue suit, undoubtedly of the highest quality, hugged his frame with precision. The suit jacket casually left hanging on the back of a leather chair revealed a crisp, perfectly fitted white dress shirt beneath.

A snake in an expensive suit. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Victor was the kind of business rival who never played clean, who built his empire on blood and backroom deals. He was the thorn in my fucking ass. He was poison dressed in tailored suits, and Rose, my supposed fiancée, was sitting there entertaining him. Her hand brushed his; her lips tilted in a smile that should be meant for me. And Victor, of all people, was enjoying the sight like she belonged to him.

Victor asked. "All in place. Money, weapons, personnel—we're ready." Victor rose from his seat, straightening the cuffs of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit. The fabric whispered of wealth and power as he moved. His dark hair was longer now, swept back from his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He looked every bit the dangerous man he had become. "Then it's time we showed Xavier what happens when you leave your enemy alive," Victor said, his voice cold with promise.

“Not intimidated.” Vivian nodded. “That’s very you considering you’re marrying a wealthy and powerful Alpha.” As the consultant brought over accessories, Vivian suddenly laughed. “Oh! Uno.” I smiled instantly. “What about him?” “What’s he wearing?” she asked. “If he’s not the cutest thing there, I will riot.” “He’s wearing something comfortable,” I said. “but not stiff suits. He hates them.” “Mini vest,” she insisted. “It should have soft fabric and of course tiny shoes.”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]