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Her hand didn’t make contact with me; it merely aimed above my rune-marked arm. “She didn’t leave you and that’s that,” she said. “She replaced you. The Jasmine who went into the mirror basin died. Vira didn’t just take your darkness. She became your future.” “No—” I stepped back. “That’s not true.” “It is,” she said. “But it’s not irreversible. That’s why the Vault opened. That’s why I’m here. Because what’s next… will require more than just picking a side. It will demand rewriting them.”

A trace of guilt flashed faintly in her mind, but she quickly brushed it far away from her chest. To hell with sin. Let all matters of morals and karma be her business later in the afterlife. For her right now, what was most crucial was how she could use her plump body as the most lethal weapon to crush, divide, and take revenge on the entire Vance clan from within. If she had to drown in this addiction of passion just to achieve the throne of absolute victory, then Vivienne swore she would enjoy it until the last chess piece was played.

{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.”

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

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.

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.