Villian Retirement Novels & Stories

"Are you stalking me?" "I have far better things to do than stalk a woman," I replied coldly unbothered. "Here's my deal: I cannot allow my son to be exposed to the public due to ongoing threats to his safety. So, you will be living at my estate until he recovers. Any appointments you miss will be fully compensated and your payment will be settled separately" I paused, watching her face go from shock to disbelief. "That's my offer." Not that she even had a choice. If she declined, I'd make sure she never worked again and not just in this city.

The Virelli Empire began collapsing at 3:17 in the morning. Not with a gunshot. Not with a bomb. With a phone call. Lucien answered it. He listened for less than ten seconds. Then his face changed. “What happened?” I asked. He slowly lowered the phone. “The board has removed me.” I stared at him. “Removed you?” “They called an emergency meeting.” “Because of Black Veil?” “No.” He looked at the screens. “Because someone released the Virelli files.”

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

Right in front of Dex, he expression went through different stages, first disbelief, then calculation, and lastly realization. “What did you just say?” Dex remained leaning forward on the desk, the grin still faintly present. “You heard me. Jacob Virelli is probably dead by now. Or close enough that it no longer matters. My husband has got that covered.” Derek barked out a laugh that lacked humor, “You’re bluffing. How… how is that even possible?” Dex didn’t blink. “Elian, of course. And besides, that old man needed to be put out of the way. Otherwise our plan wasn’t going anywhere.”

In the sponsorship group chat, I notice someone has used their aid money to buy the latest LV handbag. I send a friendly reminder in the group chat, saying, "Please use the financial aid for your studies and avoid unnecessary spending just to keep up with others." Ella Lowe, the campus belle, immediately makes a post online to attack me. "He's sponsoring all these poor students because he wants to find a sugar baby! He's only doing it because he wants our bodies!" I am left stunned. For the past five years, I have never interfered with their personal lives and simply tried to help students who can't afford an education. Yet these indignant university students actually report me to th

he snarled through gritted teeth. The question was rhetorical, and Lucien answered it himself. "Grandmother would never permit an article declaring an heir to circulate unless she personally authorized it." He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the desk, his mind calculating at lightspeed. "I need to make a decisive move immediately." "Sir, there is another development," Vincent added quickly, his voice tight. "It turns out Miss Lillian posted a vlog afternoon featuring a woman named Kierra Adams. Based on how Miss Lillian introduced her, they only just met today. I thought it was critical to bring this to your attention."

I mean them still, Sloane said. Vivienne went. Sloane stayed in the yard and looked at the east wall and thought about all the things that had grown from a truck that broke down on a mountain road. She was still looking when Dutch came out and sat in his chair and said: she took the job. Sloane said: I know. Dutch said: good. He said: your father would have liked her. Sloane said: he would have liked most of the people in this story. Dutch said: that is true. He said: I have something to tell you. She turned. He said: I am going to retire. Properly this time. The club will be managed the way Colt manages it and I will be here in the compound and I will come to Pearl's kitchen for meals and I

They took a deep breath, ready to reveal the full extent of the situation. “No, sir. There’s more,” the assistant said, their tone filled with a mix of apprehension and empathy. Nathan’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. He leaned forward, urging the assistant to continue. “The disqualification of Viaan Adams from the Businessman of the Year award was not a mere coincidence,” the assistant began, carefully choosing their words. “It seems that a certain Mr. Thomas Jones, an individual with a vendetta against Viaan, manipulated the situation to ensure his disqualification.”

I sat at the center of it all, my daughter in my arms, Adrian standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder, and felt the strange calm of a woman who had made her choice and was ready to own it. "Thank you for coming," I said, my voice carrying to the back of the room without needing amplification. "I have several announcements to make today." I looked down at Hope, sleeping peacefully against my chest, her tiny face composed in dreams I would never access. Then I looked up, meeting the cameras, meeting the future. "First, I am officially announcing my retirement from active management of the Vale Group. After recent ups and downs, I am choosing to step back and focus on my family. My husb

"Yes, Angela, that's all true. But it's not really your concern, especially since you're from a neighboring pack." I offered a reassuring smile. "Of course, Doctor, I understand. I didn't mean to pry into the pack's affairs. I was just wondering where Vivian might have gone and who she's working for now. Curiosity, you know?" Dr. Danciana seemed to relax slightly, her shoulders easing. "I see. Well, Vivian is no longer with us. She retired to take care of her sick mother, who had fallen seriously ill. That's why she left the pack."