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There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

“Winterpaw is not the true villain. The true villain is one who has lied so successfully that he has created a false narrative, which all of us – me included, to begin with – bought into. Because it is easier to hate that which we already hate than draw new conclusions that make us think.” Another person stepped forward. Warrior Wolf Peotne, a woman with multiple long braids starting at her scalp and a swagger to her stride. “Is that villain Haile?” she asked, her dark eyes like daggers as they pierced into me. “False narrative, lies, betrayal… I thought Alpha Ares was dead. Or do my own eyes deceive me?” I bit my lip and stayed quiet. I had dug this hole for myself, and I knew that shouting

"You're the one who cheated on her husband with the guard. It's so cliché, Vanessa. I expected more from you, I mean if you want to be the villain then do it well." Suddenly, Vanessa's eyes zeroed in on Calla's very obvious huge baby bump. A nasty, desperate smile twisted her lips. "Oh, that's rich. Does your little souvenir even belong to Killian? Or are you just like me? A little slut who can't keep her legs closed?"

They kept telling me that it's never a good idea to always place your trust in people, and I keep averting my eyes from them while seeming to go with the flow. I can eventually accomplish something that would improve me as a person and a villainess compared to how I was in my previous life, now that I've learned that lesson the hard way. I say, putting on my fakest charming smile that they can't help but admire, "Thank you ladies, you flutter me this much." You can admire me all you want, but I'll be the one who can ultimately betray you all. I smirk inside and finally murmur as I continue to enjoy my tea at the mere concept of that.

Ryder asked her. "I… I… I.. Is kind of true" Lily replied. Jax looked at her in shock. "And then you drugged her to attack you so you could thoroughly spoil her reputation in Jax's eye and in Creekwood pack. Is that true?" "Yes, that's true" Lily said with her head lowered in shame. "Lily!" Jax exclaimed. "And here during the general werewolf meeting, you somehow lured her out of the apartment where she was and drugged her yet again and then you provoked her again, you insulted her and then she attacked her and then you acted like a victim again. Is that true?" Ryder asked.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"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!]

“Don’t flatter yourself, Joana. You’re not that interesting. But I’ll admit—it’s satisfying. Seeing you, look, and burn when you have played the cloth so well. I raised a brow. “Victim?” “You always wore that role like a crown, ” she said, venom now dripping from every word. “The wretched wife betrayed by the man she loved, ripped apart by the wicked mistress. Please. You weren’t a victim. You were just boring. Predictable. Clinton matured beyond you, and you hated this. So you painted me as the villain because it was a lot easier than confronting the truth.” I stared at her. And I let the silence make her uncomfortable, stretching long enough to do so.

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.