Villain Suits Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Aurora's POV] After everything, I finally opened the door to their boss, I guessed. He was actually dressed casually, unlike the others who were wearing suits. I couldn't help but shake my head as I thought about it. He looked completely different from the men who had come to my house earlier. But he did have an intimidating aura but of course it can't work on me. He let himself into my home, and honestly, I didn't even have the strength to fight with him anymore. I was already tired from everything that had happened this morning. Besides my holiday has been canceled so I just decided to hear him out and see what he actually wanted.

At the moment, he was wearing a custom-made diamond suit that was hand-sewn and worth 20 million! The suit made him stand out among the crowd. Caspian's unique temperament combined with the diamond suit attracted everyone's attention. Especially his deep gaze that was able to catch the hearts of the ladies. "Is there something wrong with dressing up? You're my husband. I want everyone to know how handsome and charming you are! I also want everyone to know that they can't take you away," Willow said proudly. Her intentions were obvious. She was aiming to deal with Jyn.

"Victor! Why did you do that?!" Victor stood over her, impeccably dressed in a navy three-piece suit, his silver hair perfectly coiffed. His face was a mask of aristocratic fury. "I told you to go on television and play the victimized fiancé. I did not tell you to announce a phantom pregnancy! Do you have any idea what you've done, you stupid girl?"

"Shoulder and all?" Enzo just grins, devilish and taunting. "I've touched every part of you, Pretty boy. Of course I know your size.." Pretty boy? Julian's face turns red too fast. "You've got to be messing with me right now. There's no way it'll be a perfect fit-" * "What the fuck?" He whispers, trying the beautiful charcoal black suit on in the dressing room. It's a three piece suit; pants perfectly tailored. The inner shirt a low necked black top that leaves half of his chest on display, and a matching half-jacket.

I commanded. My Beta saunters in wearing an obnoxious white suit. I squint at the thing in the mirror. What the fuck? "What the hell are you wearing?" Zain comes up beside me in the mirror, ogling himself. "This is my lucky suit. I intend to bag a lot of females with this." I scoff. "Not when you look like a white glow stick." He glared at me. I turn to grab my gold watch from off the side table. "How are we looking out there?" I ask him.

== 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.

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.