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Alex said, “If I don’t save her, I will feel uneasy! Whatmore, the left-wing troop of Flying Eagles has completely fallen in the Blood Cult’s hands, and the position of commander has fallen into the hands of the major families in the country. Without a commander like my master in Flying Eagles, I’m worried that something big will happen soon… If she doesn’t die, she can still reconstruct Flying Eagles in the future. If she really did die, then everything is over, and we won’t have any more peaceful days in the future.” Dorothy slapped Alex on the head. “I suddenly thought of a formation.” “What formation?” “The Hourglass of Time.” Alex furrowed his brows. “Why haven’t I heard of it?” Dorothy

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

Aesthelia was about to explain what happened when she got interrupted by Gior's growl. Aesthelia felt her lips run dry. She can't stop herself from glaring at the man. "What excuses would you make this time? Aren't you being foolish to think you could get away with your lies? " Gior spoke, burning in rage, and it was visible in his eyes that the trust he had in Aesthelia was long gone. Aesthelia's jaw clenched. The character she was so in love with turns out differently now that she's meeting him as the villainess, Aesthelia Rasc.

Maridelle cackled hysterically. “You will pay for this!” Vamoire is on the verge of attacking her. She loved her hair, her skin, her looks, but when she was almost dying, it was Hodor’s idea to give her Maridelle’s blood she had set aside for further study. She was given the chance to live again, but she lost all her hair, her brows, her eyelashes. Vamoire’s skin crinkled and was transformed into like an old woman’s skin. Regardless of her attempts to drink the serums she invented to fight the effects of Maridelle’s blood to her body, Vamoire could not just bring back her youthful appearance even if she drinks a lot of human blood.

I squint as I snap my fingers, and as soon as I did, I claimed the object and gave Claudius comfort once more so that he was able to kill everyone around him and save the Alchemist. “I'm surprised that the diamond I've been attempting to grow has developed into a lovely young lady, Wiccer, or should I say Lady Rominus, and that you can never kill me, Claudius.”

I felt the mana shifting around us, twisting. “You’ve already proven you can restore life, Julianna Harris,” Vaelen said. “Now, you will finish what you started.” “Finish what?” He gestured to a stone coffin behind him — etched with runes that glowed a faint emerald green. “My body lies incomplete. The reversal spell you cast restored half of it. I need the rest.” “No,” I said firmly. “I won’t help you.” Vaelen’s expression darkened. “Then he dies.”

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.

She had done her findings and she had realized they found her in the sea like trash. And yet, Ross defended her like she was the last piece of civilization left on Earth. So what if she closed the G Apex deal? She probably had inside help from Ross so he could make her look good. Vanessa would never let that stand. Her teeth clicked together. He was supposed to marry someone like her, something worthy of his caliber. Not a soggy, trembling girl who looked like she belonged in a painting of a shipwreck. Vanessa had grown up in their world, had lunch with senators and danced with heirs. She knew how to fold her napkin, knew how to seduce without looking like she was trying. She was certain Emm

A black velvet gown that hugged every inch of my body like it was made for sin. The neckline plunged just enough to make men choke, and the slit up the leg screamed power. Cassie whistled. “You’re gonna kill ‘em, babe.” “That’s the idea.” When it arrived later that afternoon, I slipped it on and spun in front of the mirror. The woman staring back wasn’t the bitter ex anymore. She was elegance with teeth. Raven, reborn. I went all out — hair in soft waves, dark lipstick, smoky eyes that could burn holes in anyone’s ego.

My eyeshadows were smoky, my lips were red as cherry, and my cherry hair was straightened to a sleek silkiness. I wore my classic cream Chanel short gown that reached just between my thighs and sharp Christian Louboutin Pigalle heels that screamed dangerous and alluring. Cassian had been the architect of my ruin. He’d taught me how to hate with a precision that felt almost clinical. But the hatred had softened into something else over the months: It is now a focus, sharpened, hungry attention. Revenge isn’t a single blow; it’s architecture. A plan that layers leverage on leverage until the whole edifice collapses by design.