Villainess Lives Twice Novels & Stories

More words showed up. [The male protagonist left his son for the villainess while he went to enjoy his life with the female protagonist using his pension. He definitely loves her!] [If the female protagonist hadn’t married someone else, the male protagonist wouldn’t have married the villainess. Thank goodness the female protagonist got a divorce and they finally got together!] [I feel sad for the villainess’ real son, though. Wendy drowned him at the moment he was born so that she could do the switcheroo.] My mind went blank. I clenched my fists as I asked in a seemingly nonchalant fashion, “Wendy, why hasn’t the army sent Steven’s survivor pension to us? We won’t be able to feed three mouth

The comments erupted again. [That’s the villainess. What is she doing here?] [We’re doomed. She’s definitely going to help her get the abortion. After all, the female lead only gets into the Cooper family because of those kids.] [The plot’s completely falling apart. There’s no saving this story now.] I stared blankly at the woman they called the villainess. Was she really that cruel? In the original story, she was the male lead’s childhood friend, the girl who had grown up beside him, and the one bound to him by an arranged engagement.

“The hero from your first life may become the villain in this one.” A chill ran through me. “And the villain may wear kindness.” I could barely breathe now because suddenly every suspicion I had felt became heavier. “What if I hurt the wrong person?” I asked. My voice sounded smaller than I intended. “For revenge... what if I choose wrongly?” The doctor answered immediately. “Then your second life becomes worse than your first.” I looked down as I was instantly dumbfounded. Then I slowly asked. “What do I do?” “Two things.” I listened carefully.

They told her she should disappear. Eventually, Raven stopped posting. Stopped trying to defend herself. She disappeared from public view. And six months later, she tried to kill herself. I sat back from the laptop, my eyes burning from hours of reading. Raven had been destroyed by lies. Just like Rachel had been destroyed by Lucas's lies. Two women. Two different kinds of betrayal. Both of them dead because of it. I wondered if that was why my soul had ended up in Raven's body. Some cosmic justice. Two murdered women sharing one chance at revenge.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

Reaches for her robes. Whatever this is — these fragments, these deaths, this sentence written into her soul before she was born — she will not spend another seventeen years simply enduring it. The clan elders have decided this will be the year she sees the outside world. Her debut. The great revealing. The Hidden Daughter of Vaelith, finally presented to a world that has mostly stopped believing she exists. She pulls her collar straight. Adjusts the silver clasp at her shoulder. Catches her own reflection in the dark window glass — pale and still and, in the absence of careful expression, briefly, terribly tired.

He always watched. "The Vespine boy will come for you again," he said. "Let him." I smiled, the expression feeling almost real. "Every time he tries, he proves I was here, in the light, where the killer wasn't." I walked back toward the outcast wing, my circle around me, the crowd's whispers following like a tide. She beat him in thirty seconds. She moved like a ghost. She's not what they say she is. The narrative was shifting. Not much. Not enough. But in the margins, where the real story lived, the villainess had become a duelist. And the killer, whoever they were, was running out of shadows.

I had spent years pretending that Matteo's comments didn't bother me, pretending I didn't notice the way his eyes moved over other women when we were together, pretending I didn't hear the disgust in his voice whenever he talked about my weight. But I remembered everything now. Every insult. Every humiliating comparison. Every time he made me feel like I was lucky he had married me. And most importantly, I remembered Valentina. My best friend. The woman Matteo had chosen to betray me with. I didn't know if changing my body would have prevented everything that happened in my first life. Maybe Matteo would have found another reason to hurt me. Maybe men like him always found a reason when they

"I suppose we're meant to fight until only one remains? How pedestrian." But I can see the calculation in her eyes, the way she's already measuring distances, already planning which of us to eliminate first. The Villain-me laughs, a sound like breaking glass, and shadow tendrils writhe around her fingers like living smoke. "Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*."

"Ness, you really considered that? Even though what Lola said is true, you cannot escape him. The guy owns half of this country. Other countries? He might too." "Yeah, we know that," Delilah said after being quiet for some time. Then she faced me and held my hands. "I know somewhere in you wants to save that boy. But Vanessa, what if you can't cure the boy? I'm not saying I doubt your skills—don't get me wrong—but what if?" I was a very skilled therapist, but there was always a first time, right? "I agree with Lola. You come first." "Yes!!" Lola exclaimed happily.