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A crystal wine glass shattered against the wall. ‎Victor stood quietly nearby. ‎"The warehouse exploded and yet they're alive!!" She yelled as her voice echoed through the room. ‎ ‎"You told me there was no way they'd escape." ‎ ‎Victor calmly straightened his cuff. ‎"I said the odds favored us." ‎ ‎"You failed." ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎He looked directly at her. ‎"You underestimated Vivian." ‎ ‎Annabel clenched her fists. ‎"She's becoming a problem and a very annoying one at that."

“And how many women did you destroy to climb this empire? You think putting me on a flash drive for a courtroom makes you noble?” Dorian’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing. Vivienne stood slowly. “The Handler didn’t just take girls,” she said. “He gave them purpose. It was twisted. It was wrong. But at least it was honest.” Penelope spoke at last. “He branded you.” Vivienne’s hand lifted to the base of her neck. Her collar was open now beneath it, a small tattoo burned red under the LED light. An hourglass, inverted. The symbol of Velvet’s inner circle.

"I refused at the right time. The pearl asks one question, eighth. Once. Late. When you are tired. When you have already given everything else. The question is not the bonding question. The question is the second question. *Will you stay.* You will know the moment when it asks. You will know because everything in you will want to say yes. *Say no.* That is the only craft I have to teach you. Refuse the second question. Refuse it even if your kingdom is on fire. Refuse it even if the man you love is dying. Refuse it especially then. The pearl will go quiet. It will not leave you. But it will go quiet, and you will sleep for a long time, and you will wake up half-mad in a trench, and you will

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

The curse hummed contentedly inside her, sated for now. But Giselle knew it would never truly be satisfied. Tomorrow there would be more women. New toys. Even darker scenarios. She was no longer the powerful witch who controlled others. She was the center of a growing reverse harem, a quivering, overstimulated goddess whose only purpose was to be pushed further and further until she could do nothing but beg for more. And as Lena kissed her swollen clit one last time, Giselle whispered hoarsely, a broken, blissful smile on her lips:

She had me in a mental prison. "Let Vaheed die." Venomously, she spat the drilling words that took me aback. “Die? He’s going to die? You have to tell me more than that!” I demanded while masking my vulnerability. I palmed the sides of my head, gaping vehemently. “No, I am not going to tell you anything. Just go home,” Villainess Snow intonated. "What’s the rush?” I’ll be gone by tomorrow anyway and, despite what she said, Vaheed won’t be dying on my watch. Then I remembered her powers. “You reversed time before. Please do the same for him.”

What happened next was a blur, before the four heiresses could blink, they were already on the floor, it was a one sided beating and instead of the four heiresses defeating her, she had gained the upper hand, sounds of broken bones, groans and whimpers filled the arena. " Wow! She is really strong!!" Raven blurts out before she could control herself. " Yes, she is" The judges were in a daze, Gloriella had defeated four heiresses at once, just how strong was she. " The eldest miss of the Graham family wins against four!" Erada nods, she ignored the cheers as she stepped down the ring, she removed the crystal watch on her wrist before passing it to Raven, Raven passes it to Eight and Eight pas

Jessica's eyes glimmered, but she did not care. "Time's up!" Then, Caspian pointed at the hourglass. Jessica looked at the hourglass, and it was indeed just as Caspian said, all the sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass. The one minute passed by so quickly, and Jessica felt somewhat unsatisfied. Moreover, she never felt that feeling when she fought someone else. Never. Seeing how Jessica was still eager, Caspian did not even give her a chance. "The time's up! Give me the money, and I want to switch them for blood essence!"

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.