Villainess Is Retiring Novels & Stories

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.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

I am going to die without anyone caring about what happened to me. ‘Who am I kidding? The villainess will never get a good ending… No matter what. Someone like me can’t have one. It will always end the same for me. Always going to have a bad ending. Even if… Even if I wanted a different one this time… I wanted things to be different…’

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.

"It's her. I know it's her. And she's here to destroy us." I pulled away. "You're being paranoid." "I'm not! Listen to me!" She was almost screaming now. "You have to fire her. Get her out of the building. Away from us. She's dangerous!" "She's a consultant doing her job." "She's your ex-wife plotting revenge!" "Vivian, Dr. Vale looks nothing like Isla. Isla was plain. Dr. Vale is…" "What? Beautiful? Confident? Everything your first wife wasn't?" Vivian's voice turned vicious. "People can change, Jaxon. Especially when they have three years and a fortune to do it."

The name circled in ink: Maris Vale, a former investigative reporter turned archivist. “She used to expose corruption,” Lena said. “Until Cassidy’s people silenced her with lawsuits. If anyone knows where Cassidy hides her skeletons, it’s her.” Elara hesitated. “Do you think she’ll even listen?” “She might,” Lena said. “You’re not the first woman Cassidy’s tried to bury.” That evening, Elara penned her letter carefully: Miss Vale,

“Be frank, there’s no need to hold back, anyway. Blazer will stop publication at the end of this year, and the whole department will be cut down.” What? I didn’t expect that. “Unless…” She paused before continuing, “The turnover improves.” Marley stared at me. “Is there anything I can help?” I asked. “Yes, there is.” She put down the mug on the desk and sat forward, “You see, Vivian, I really like you. You are intelligent and candid, and that’s why we hired you. I didn’t mean to disappoint you the last time. But you have to understand things wouldn’t change by some low-priced items.”

“A controlled villain. Someone the world already distrusts.” A beat. Damian’s jaw tightened. “Me.” Aria’s stomach dropped. “No.” Julian’s voice echoed in her memory—*Some wars don’t have heroes.* Maya met Damian’s gaze. “Yes. And he’s counting on your refusal.” They moved fast. Faster than Julian anticipated. Within hours, Vale Industries released a statement—cold, precise, devastating: **Damian Vale announced a temporary resignation and full cooperation with an independent global investigation.** Markets shook. News cycles exploded.

I sat at the center of it all, my daughter in my arms, Adrian standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder, and felt the strange calm of a woman who had made her choice and was ready to own it. "Thank you for coming," I said, my voice carrying to the back of the room without needing amplification. "I have several announcements to make today." I looked down at Hope, sleeping peacefully against my chest, her tiny face composed in dreams I would never access. Then I looked up, meeting the cameras, meeting the future. "First, I am officially announcing my retirement from active management of the Vale Group. After recent ups and downs, I am choosing to step back and focus on my family. My husb

“Someone sprayed an airborne aphrodisiac in the lounge. She needs a hospital and a private doctor. Do not let the press near her.” The assistant nodded frantically, guiding Arabella toward a waiting SUV. Elara watched until the door slammed shut and the vehicle peeled away, its taillights disappearing into the city night. Only then did Elara pull off the mask and let out a long, trembling breath. She had done it. She had ripped the script of the past to shreds. Two headlines that had once defined her ruined world would now never be printed: “Voss Heiress: Damien’s Submissive Lapdog?”