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Cristopher began, pausing for a moment to see the woman’s reaction. Carmilla was confused but then became bewildered to find out the fact. The information given to her, it was all wrong and inaccurate. The lies that she has been fed for so long, the lies that she never knew about. The lies that she blindly believed and thought about the man as someone unreasonable and selfish. It turns out, the villain which she long thought he was, was actually no more nor less of the victim that has been abused and tortured deep inside from the very core of his mind and chest.

All that she went through, All those moments in which she laughed and cried, ..Just a dream. She tries to combat the seething avalanche of tears that have been building up: "What do I expect?" Her story.. It was a tale of a villainess, overall. Villains don't have happy endings. An emotional exhaustion overwhelms her. Her throat holds back something between a sob and a shout. Then suddenly, she feels something sharp pressed against her leg, under the white sheets. When she reaches under to grab the item, her eyes widen.

I was cut off by Arthur's pissed voice. "Yerin...." He come dangerously close to me and glare at me with a clenched jaw. He thinks he could threatened me but he is mistaken as I don't give a damn to his shit. He may be the powerful persona and have ego as high as Sagarmatha but he don't know me. Yerin Sench don't do what others wants her to do but do what she want to do. I may be infatuated with him once...arghh he may be my teenage crush but that doesn't mean I'm dying to marry him.

Ava chuckled, "I am not sure everybody will agree with you about that." "It's their loss then. I have only met you for a little while but I am sure that you are a nice person with a good heart." Dreya said as he stood up from his kneeling position. "I am also a freak too. Did you know that? A vampire-werewolf hybrid. I have always known that something was wrong with me." "No Ava, you aren't a freak. And I have seen a lot of freaks." Ava smiled at this, "Thanks. Do you know Evena?" she asked.

There were things mentioned that even I had forgotten, but because of that shit, I was made to face ridicule, and now everyone was singing the same tune, and I was being painted as the villain while their precious Elena was the victim of my machinations. No one seemed to care that I was in love with him, that I only wanted my piece of the pie. Why was that so wrong? I still don’t understand, and I guess I never will. I’m not some monster who set out to come between them; in fact, I never gave much thought to her or her stupid feelings once it became clear that I stood a chance.

Respecting my desire for privacy, she chose to stand by me, an oasis of warmth amidst the chill of secrecy. “You had better be fine. I'm here if you ever wanna talk,” she said to me, not looking convinced. Time pressed on, and eventually, my path crossed with Dani, the only son of Lord Damon. He had not wasted time in making his feelings, or whatever he thought it was, known to me. “I'm in love with you, Isadora ” were his usual words to me. In my quest for revenge, I saw his affection as an opportunity I couldn't resist. I had grown cold, calculating, using my charms to manipulate him into becoming vulnerable to me.

She revealed while I chuckled, shaking my head. "Sounds serious." I let out while trying to hide the fact that I had already figured she had a massive crush on the boss. "It is serious and I’ve had a hopeless crush on him since my first week," Olivia confessed while I heaved a sigh of relief. I was glad she said it herself and I don’t have to keep up the pretense for longer. "But he doesn’t even know I exist. He’s all professional and mysterious. It’s frustrating in the sexiest way.

“You are so mean. You left without a trace and came back without a word.” Duh. I was the malicious villainess. The title said it all. “Willow.” “What?” I blurted. He leaned in, his dark eyes sparking with amusement. “Give me a kiss, and I’ll keep my mouth shut in front of your folks.” It did not make sense at all. I was shocked, to say the least. Even an honest guy like Maddox was pulling a Damian. I asked in confusion, “Maddox, are you secretly a masochist? Don’t tell me you developed a bond with me, your abuser?”

All of it had been twisted against me. They say I am the villain. They portrayed me as a woman who could not let go. A woman who had barged in on the party just to ruin the night of Elizabeth and Damian. They even turned it against me over who had started the fight. Some even claim I threw the first slap. Lies. Pictures were everywhere. One had Elizabeth clutching her cheek, looking like some wounded victim. Another shot had Damian placing himself between us, looking like some noble hero protecting his fiancée from his "crazy ex."