Villian Retirement Novels & Stories

Lillian didn’t wait to return home to start her campaign against her soon-to-be ex-stepdaughter. How dare she make her life more difficult until Marina was supposed to submit to Galen while Conner should have married Gabriella? Lillian would marry Joseph. Lillian would have access to all the money and destroy the dead word. Or exes she’d gain over the last fifteen years. She seeks revenge on them for their laziness and lack of financial success. Lillian only requested that they maintain her desired lifestyle without her having to do anything. She wouldn’t accept a man retiring to live off his investments. That screamed door as he leeched of his savings. She didn’t want a man who didn’t sacri

No justification that would undo what had already happened. Dominic held her gaze for a few seconds longer. Then he leaned back again. The decision was already made. “You’re done, Vivian.” The words were simple. Final. Vivian blinked, as if she hadn’t heard him correctly. “Sir—” “You’re terminated. Effective immediately.” Panic surged through her. “No—please, you don’t understand,” she said quickly, standing up. “I can fix this. I’ll talk to them, I’ll make sure the photos are taken down, I’ll—”

“Then we graduated, went our separate ways… and somehow ended up reunited as hospital roommates.” She smiled faintly. “Remember when you said we should move into the same retirement community when we got old? Looks like we might achieve that dream early.” “What nonsense are you talking about?” Vivian scoffed immediately. “I’m still young, thank you very much. It’s just a leg injury.” She flipped her hair arrogantly. “Once I recover, there’ll be gorgeous men lining up for me in Kingsley. Why would I waste my time retiring with you?” Navia snorted.

Sergio smiled and nodded. “That is correct. Knowing that Miss Vanderbilt had returned to Vaenna Jewelry, I was hoping for a chance to collaborate, with you, specifically.” Willow sneered mockingly. Sergio Baldwin was 49 years old and turning 50. The son he had with his ex-wife had only just turned 18. Rumour had it that he never learned to keep it in his pants and had one too many women on the side. Eventually, his ex-wife had snapped and asked for a divorce.

If it wasn’t his bankruptcy that knocked him back into reality, I think he would have lost it. Johnny Vanderbilt exiled Damian. All the capital flow cut, all resources frozen, and his home, gone. So when Damian stopped caring about the law firm, it soon went out of business. “No, that wasn’t my plan, but you know that he probably knows about it already,” I sigh. I don’t know what happened between him and Lilith, but that man loves Lilith. That much I’m sure. Scar curves her lips, smirking at me coldly. “What?”

In the plot, he had already driven the original Maddison to suicide long ago. I laughed. "That's funny. Why else would anyone kill themselves? Don't you know the reason better than I do?" They had sided with Cynthia again and again, stealing everything that belonged to the original Maddison. It was not surprising that she chose to end her life. "I..." When Charlie was about to continue, I turned and left the room. Since I was going to die anyway, I did not want to hear these meaningless words. After all, apologies were useless by then.

I do want to try. I don't remember my name from my past life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the villainess of a game I loved more than anything. She never had any happy endings in the game. Always being abandoned by her family in the end. Her name, no, my name is Aurelia Giliam. I will try to live a life where I am able to find my own happy ending.

Damian Villareal, Please accept this letter as formal notification of my resignation from my position as Executive Assistant at Villareal Holdings. The words, so simple and so professional, were a lie. They were a carefully constructed facade, a mask to hide the raw, unshielded grief that was tearing her apart. She was not just resigning from a job. She was resigning from a life she had only just begun to glimpse. She was resigning from the silent, unyielding presence of a man who had, in the most profound way imaginable, just saved her. She was resigning from the quiet moments of shared silence, from the small, beautiful acts of care, from the promise of a future she had no right to hope fo

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

The Villain I woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.