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I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

How could I stop my mind from constantly wondering who the hell that male was in the trunk that night? I stare at the large grim reaper on his back, there is an hourglass in his hands instead of the usual scythe. Time was more a weapon than that was and they wanted their enemies to know when their time was up. Something like that. There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth.

Well, alive or dead, I didn't care as long as he was away from me. The auction continued for a long time. It wasn't my first time, so I was a little bored. Nothing caught my eye. It was nearing the end when the host finally presented the thing we searched for. ''Ladies and gentlemen, the last item which you will have the opportunity to bid for is this ancient hourglass. According to the legend, it belonged to an ancient empress 4000 thousand years ago. She used it as a tool to control and instil fear in her subjects. However, she got punished by a curse for her bad deeds. Now, we don't know if any if this is true, but the diamonds and rubies are real.'' He laughed pretentiously, and some peo

Victoria's smile disappeared. "The truth." Alessia stepped forward. "Give it to me." "No." Victoria looked directly at Amara. "It belongs to her." Amara looked at Alessia. Then back at Victoria. For the first time, Alessia didn't tell her what to do. She simply watched. Amara slowly stepped forward. Victoria held out the envelope. Amara took it. There was one sentence written across the front. FOR MY DAUGHTER, WHEN SHE FINALLY MEETS ALESSIA.

She would destroy every trap placed in her path. And if the world insisted on calling her a villainess... Then she would become the kind of villainess nobody could ever control again. Evelina looked at her reflection one last time. Her amber eyes gleamed with determination. “Let them think the villainess has lost everything.” A slow smile appeared on her lips. “They haven't seen anything yet.” Outside the window, the bells of the Imperial Palace began to ring. A new day had begun. And somewhere in the vast Empire, the first pieces of fate were already moving.

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

She was wearing an emerald nightgown, the fabric clinging to curves she’d never had, falling to the floor in soft folds that looked like water. Isadora Vess. The character she’d created to be Caelen’s obsession. The pawn she’d written to be sacrificed for the greater good of her family and her kingdom. The girl who was supposed to die in Act Two, her throat cut by a rebel assassin before she could ever reach the Duke’s manor.

A sharp, definitive gesture. In front of the mirror this time, I contemplate myself. Elara Vance. Heiress. CEO of Vance Holdings. Multi-billionaire. One of the most feared women in financial circles. The face is a mask of cold porcelain. The eyes, an icy blue, betray nothing. The lips are a serious line, without a trace of lipstick. Perfection is a fortress. No one will see the inner tremors. No one will guess the mark hidden beneath the expensive fabric. No one will suspect that, the night before, this same woman knelt, blind and trembling, to have her very body taken from her.

"Did you really think we were being nice to a newbie out of the kindness of our hearts?" Brad laughed menacingly. "Stupid little girl. You were never one of us. You were just the lamb we were fattening for the slaughter." "What do you mean?" I took a step back, my heart starting to beat irregularly. "I mean," Jessica said, raising an hourglass-shaped magical item filled with a dark red liquid, "it's time to harvest." The live comments went insane. [OMG! THAT'S A HEARTSEEKER HOURGLASS!] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses!]