Villainess Is Retiring Novels & Stories

​The Siege of the Inner Circle ​"Enough drama," Diane Graves interrupted, her voice snapping like a whip. "The Syndicate is moving to 'Liquidate the Sentiment.' Since the 'Nora Davis' character has become a PR liability due to her 'unstable origin,' the Board has voted to re-brand. We are keeping the assets—the Vane towers, the satellites, the wealth—but we are 'Retiring' the lead characters." ​"Retiring?" Leo stepped forward, his silver hair flaring with a sudden, sharp brilliance. "You can't retire my Mommy. She’s the Main Character!"

“So tell me, how is your floral business going?” “I’m closing the shop. Forever,” I inform her, my voice sounding casual. “Or maybe I’ll just sell it to Dominic. I don’t know.” This is it. I will sell it to Dominic so he doesn’t have to wander around, wasting his life looking for other job opportunities. I’ll call him tomorrow and discuss this matter with him. “Why the hell would you do that?” Lizzie asks, her voice slightly rising. I can’t tell if she is surprised, shocked or disappointed.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

He reached down and picked up the train of Xielle's dress, draped it over his arm like a loyal servant-king, and guided her toward the exit. "Wait!" one bold reporter shouted. "Xielle, is it true you're retiring?" Xielle stopped at the exit, looking over her bare shoulder with a look of pure, unadulterated arrogance. "Retiring? Darling, I just gave you the highest-rated show of the year. I’m not retiring. I’m just taking a break to raise the next heir to the Zhao empire. Try to keep up." As they stepped out into the lobby, Maxine ran up to them, practically vibrating with excitement. "Anak! That drug-doctoring footage?! Where did you get that?!"

God Elios asked her! " I am Alisha damien!!" She said. " Oh you are the one. Who is called the villainess queen!!" The graceful lady said mocking her. " Goddess Rane!!" God Elios gave her a signal to shut up. " So you are Alisha damien!! " " Yes!!" " If you are here then that means you have been dead for only few minutes. Isn't it??" " Yes and you are!!" " I am the God king Elios. "

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“Hey, why don't you answer me? Why did you betray Fuschia?” "Because..." [thank you for loving the story of Fuschia, Dylan, and Pasha. Don't forget to leave a comment and vote at the end of the chapter. And for information, “The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later!” will not update for March. But will resume the Final Season in April. Look forward to their presence in the Final Season ^^]

“Then Velour House. They’ve removed your collection from distribution.” Another sheet. “Aureline Wellness cancelled the ambassador program.” Another. “Maison Elix ended the fragrance collaboration.” Her voice grew quieter. “And CrestWave Media withdrew funding for the speaking tour.” Five names. Five pillars of the life I had built. They did not fall with noise. They disappeared like lights going out one by one. I watched her lips move, but the words blurred into a distant echo. My ears rang softly, like pressure building underwater. “If we contest the termination,” she continued, “they’re prepared to pursue legal action. Breach of morality clauses. Damages. But they said they would waive co

“You—who are you calling unhinged?! Say it clearly! You bitch—” “There’s no need for an apology anymore,” Alley cut in. Vivienne froze. “Really?” Hope flashed across her face. “Vivienne,” Alley continued coldly, “write a retirement statement.” Her expression shattered instantly. “Why?! You want me out of the industry? Why me?! I won’t write it!” “Letting you write it yourself is already a courtesy,” Alley said sharply. “Don’t throw it back in my face.” “What’s wrong with having a sponsor? So many actresses do! Why am I the one retiring?!”

“Let me finish this.” Vincent sneered. “Then say what you came to say, daughter.” “I’m not your daughter anymore,” she whispered. “I buried that identity the night I pulled myself out of the wreck you left behind. You think the Accord will protect you? I’ve already dismantled three of their major networks. You’re next.” He laughed bitterly. “You think exposure matters? We own the airwaves. We fund the courts. We write the narratives.” “Then I’ll become the story,” Natalie said. “And you’ll become the villain in it.”