Villian Retirement Novels & Stories

William gnashed his teeth as he looked at the daring couple who just left him hanging there. His face was already looking so squashed up, he had little faith in fact he had no faith at all, he knew his father, Old Master Hart would never come to pay him a visit, he knew his father loved his reputation than his own son, he couldn't help but curse silently. "William, go back to the cell" The police man hollered hostilely as he grabbed William into the worn out cell. **** That following day, another uproar flew into the internet, it was reported all over the globe that Old Master Hart disowned his own son, William and grandson, Mike publicly.

After a while, he controlled his laughter and firmly said with perfect eye contact with D'silva and firmly announced, " I, Yuvi kharbanda, already terminated all my rights on both, Afternoon services and Afternoon entertainment agency. And five years ago, I was the one who ordered our legal team to make a new contract where Vihaan's all powers would be reserved in a new company. So in the future, when you; a bastard and that She-devil would come to bully my friend, he could defend you easily. These five and Vihaan had full trust in me so I was the one who secretly took signs on those papers. And now I have a big announcement, Our boss Vihaan already found us five as traitors. As we all know

"What’s going on, Sarah? I got your text, but Cillian took my phone. Why are you acting like he’s a threat? He's been nursing me for three days." Sarah swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the side mirrors as if checking for a tail. We swerved around a corner, the tires groaning. "First of all, Valerie... who do you think Cillian Vane actually is?" "What do you mean? He’s an investor. He’s the head of Vane Corp. He’s the man who saved my career when Jaxson died."

EPISODE 374 “I am generous enough to give you options,” Villion replied calmly, a faint curve forming at the corner of his lips. “I will allow you to choose which of the two outcomes you prefer.” “However,” he added. "Before anything else… we will begin with a certain warrior... A warrior-ranked individual... who has been disguising himself as a loyal member of the Salvator. But the truth is... he is nothing more than a spy.”

Dewangga asked quietly. Vivian fell silent for a moment. A flicker of pain crossed her eyes, quickly hidden behind her hardened mask. “Because I won’t let that man win. And because, deep in the most foolish part of my heart, I want to see whether the man I married is still there—or already dead, killed by Davian.” “Davian will know if I betray him again,” Dewangga said. “He has cameras everywhere.” “That’s why Elena will help you,” Vivian said, glancing at Elena standing in the distance. “She’s tired of being his slave. She’ll disable the apartment’s security system for ten minutes tomorrow night while Davian attends a gala dinner with Father.”

“You don’t have to leave empty-handed. I know what you’ve invested in that marriage, the years, the hard work, and the pain. That deserves compensation.” Lillian let out a disbelieving laugh. “You think you can buy me off?” “I think I can make this easier for you,” Vanessa said calmly. “$50,000. Enough for you to start over comfortably.” “You are unbelievable,” Lillian said. “I’m being realistic,” Vanessa replied. “Nathaniel has already moved on. As you can see, he is with me now and we plan to get married. The only thing standing in our way is you” Lillian pressed her hand against the wall, her grip tightening. “And you think I haven't moved on?”

“Be frank, there’s no need to hold back, anyway. Blazer will stop publication at the end of this year, and the whole department will be cut down.” What? I didn’t expect that. “Unless…” She paused before continuing, “The turnover improves.” Marley stared at me. “Is there anything I can help?” I asked. “Yes, there is.” She put down the mug on the desk and sat forward, “You see, Vivian, I really like you. You are intelligent and candid, and that’s why we hired you. I didn’t mean to disappoint you the last time. But you have to understand things wouldn’t change by some low-priced items.”

"Take care of yourself for me, yeah? I'll come see you as soon as I can. And I know I don't need to say this but don't tell anyone about this." "Of course, I won't, Mel. Not that anyone cares, here. Can you believe that they're not even having a funeral service for you? It's a good thing you're not here anymore. I'm so, so happy you're not. Be happy, do whatever it is that you want to do now that you're finally free, my baby. Just...just be happy. That's all I've ever wanted fot you," Miss Lillian said, her voice cracking at the last syllable. I couldn't help but nod even though I knew she couldn't see me. "I will, Miss Lillian. I love you. So much."

"Lillian’s ramping things up." Rebecca elaborated, her voice trembling. "There’s a press release scheduled for tomorrow morning. Lillian’s spinning a narrative about Rowan stepping down from the company—citing his ‘inability to manage the business effectively.’ She’s claiming Victor left debts Rowan’s been hiding, and she’s the one stepping in to ‘clean up the mess.’" "What?" I exclaimed, my hands balling into fists. "She can’t do that!" "She can and she will," Rowan said, his voice hard. "She’s been laying the groundwork for weeks, maybe months. This is her power play."

“Effective immediately, you’re being demoted. Internal review will handle your case. You’ll work under Damien’s supervision until further notice.” Vivian froze. “Demoted?” “And for the mean time the general public that means the stakeholders as a whole needs to see that engagement between the two of us is over.” he continued quietly, not meeting her eyes. “We’re calling it off. I can’t afford another scandal, Vivian. Not now.” The words hit her like a blow. She laughed bitterly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You mean you won’t stand by me. Just like everyone else.”