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Bringing me to where I am now. Fuck- What power would the 'Villainess' claim have in front of the 'Saintess's? None! They would probably torture me a little more and make my death an even painful and bigger event, by claiming that I was trying to accuse the 3rd Imperial Prince's wife, of such a hideous crime. Dalilah made me kill our parents and our younger brother. H-how could I've done something like that? How could I do that to Val? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why hadn't I regained my consciousness back then? Why wasn't I strong enough to fight back? To resist her manipulations?

Colder. “Because everyone in this family plays games, Aiden. Oliver plays the perfect prince. Cheryl plays the dutiful bride. But I don’t pretend. I’m the villain, remember? I’ve always been the bitch with the sharp tongue and the sharper heels. At least when I hurt people, I’m honest about it. And right now, I think you and I could really benefit from each other” I blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden crack in her voice. She stood, brushing invisible lint from her dress. “But even villains have motives. And maybe I’m just tired of always losing to my golden twin.”

I can see the wheels turning in their minds, the calculations, the weighing of risks and rewards. "It could work," Dad says slowly as though testing the idea out loud. "If we present a united front. If we’re convincing enough." "The media loves a good villain," Gregory adds. "Especially when it’s someone who looks sweet and innocent on the surface. People eat that up." "She did have an affair with Kieran," Vivienne points out. "That much is undeniable. We just need to spin it. Make her look like the manipulator instead of the victim." Exactly. And when the time is right, I’ll add the final touch; the pregnant woman fighting to protect her unborn child from a deranged stepsister’s obsession.

Vanessa had become a master puppeteer, pulling strings with a trembling voice and fake innocence, her tears rehearsed, her pain perfectly timed. Around Elijah, she was a fragile dove, soft-spoken, terrified, dependent. But when he his away she becomes something else entirely towards me. Her words were venomous, her actions calculated. She was cold, cruel and worst of all, clever. She played on Elijah’s guilt and exploited his chivalry like it was hers to command. And back at me? I was the villain in her story. Always.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

I checked the footage, and at first, nothing looked wrong, just routine recordings playing back like normal. Then I saw her, the woman Thor had bribed. A glitch flashed when she entered restricted storage access with a younger employee. “Who’s that employee?” I took a photo without looking away from the screen. Another clip came in. Same woman again, rooftop this time, with one of the question curators. They were too self-conscious, like they had something to hide. “Isn’t everyone aware of the rooftop camera?” I asked. “Except us, the CEO, and the Director, now you,” the guard said.

"For who? For her? For the maybe-baby? Because you're certainly not doing the right thing for me. You haven't been doing the right thing for me since the day she showed up at our door." "That's not fair..." "None of this is fair. What's not fair is that I've been telling you the truth for months and you won't believe me. What's not fair is that she gets to lie and manipulate and destroy everything I've built and you defend her. What's not fair is that I finally snapped after months of being pushed and now I'm the villain." "You are the villain in this, Eve. You hit a pregnant woman. That makes you the villain regardless of what led up to it."

The comments erupted again. [That’s the villainess. What is she doing here?] [We’re doomed. She’s definitely going to help her get the abortion. After all, the female lead only gets into the Cooper family because of those kids.] [The plot’s completely falling apart. There’s no saving this story now.] I stared blankly at the woman they called the villainess. Was she really that cruel? In the original story, she was the male lead’s childhood friend, the girl who had grown up beside him, and the one bound to him by an arranged engagement.

“When he falls, I want everyone to see it. I want the Vale name to be synonymous with fraud before the markets open on Monday.” “And what about her?” Elias asked quietly. “After the dust settles, she’s still a Vale by law.” “She won’t be for long,” I replied. I had told her once that trust gets women killed. I had told her that I wasn't her savior. But as I watched her command the room, I realized that she didn't need a savior. She had found something much more effective. She had found her own teeth. This woman, carrying my child, who used to be the “perfect wife,” was becoming the weapon she was born to be. And God help anyone who stood in her way.

Because if I care, I’ll go crazy. Then I realized that I’m not the right person to give him some advice. A good friend would probably give a lot better advice, but… I’m a villainess, am I? I’ve never been one for selfless-ness or comforting or caring, really. 'The world is fucked up, nothing matters except for myself', that's how I managed to live. Morals are quite often the last thing on my mind. So yeah, it’s fucked up. I think that’s also the reason I could never really hate Isadore. I mean, who's the villainess to judge another villain, right?