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Besides— “He is a billionaire with everything he wants, perfect body, perfect face, no kids, a wife, and enough stamina for eight rounds in a night. “What exactly needs saving?” The comments exploded. [Holy hell. Villianess’s attack power is maxed out.] [She just says whatever she wants. I’m sweating.] [Eight rounds? Are we serious? Cast me in two episodes please.] [Ugh, this makes me dislike the heroine. Author, please rewrite the romance line.] [Right? She is supposed to be a pure sweet little girl, not a sour grape.] Quincy was stunned speechless. My words seemed to hit a nerve.

Lillian: *Actually, I'm more curious about how Aiden was teaching you to ride. Me: *That's not the point!* Lillian: *I get it! You didn't know Aiden's childhood name—most people don't—but she deliberately came over and called him that in front of you, his wife!* Lillian: *That's classic mean girl behavior, just more sophisticated. Be careful, honey! She's gunning for your man.* In one afternoon of overthinking, I couldn't figure out what felt wrong about the situation, but Lillian had nailed it in seconds. I told her about the dinner invitation incident too, and she immediately responded with three exclamation points: *!!! This woman is clearly trying to steal your husband!*

Not only did she not thank me, she even wants to kill me. "Ms. Willis, how could you?" Darryl grinned as he looked at Lillian. "I was the man who saved you from danger. How could you return kindness with such hostility?" "Pooh!" Lillian exclaimed in disgust; her face reddened. "Enough with your games, you rat." Lillian pointed to the blood-drenched corpses of Earle and the others before she said, "Those people might be detestable, but they did not deserve to die. How could you be so heartless to lure them into such a miserable death? You are the definition of evil itself and a complete and total jerk."

His jaw tightened as he forced each word out, as though holding himself back from something far more violent. “You’ve only proven to me..." His eyes darkened as they bore into her. "Just how low and despicable you truly are as a woman... giving your body away so easily, and to someone like Villion.” “And who should it be if not Villion?” Lila retorted coldly. “You?” she added. “Bruno, let me be clear... out of all four of you, Villion is the only one I will ever give the right to my body.”

she said, “but yeah, he’s handsome.” Jessie asked. “Is he the villain, Lillian?” She hesitated. “He’s… tricky. Nobody understands him. He is unpredictable, but he’s definitely not a good person.” “Real talk. What’s it like living with him?” Lillian played with the water ring on the table. “Not easy. I follow orders, and I am not free to do whatever I want,” she said. The words just fell out. “I’d practise escape routes in the shower. But then he’d see I was stuck on the same activity with my body aching.”

A video played of her dancing and singing Chillin’ Like A Villain with Jonathan as they trained to kill the rogues. “…You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat…” She sang in the video with a mischievous smile towards Jonathan who let out an annoyed huff. The next picture was of her and Jonathan on a trip. She held her blades up for that picture and wore a huge smirk. A clip of her dancing with a male to Queen of Mean as she sang along came on. Then the clip went to her killing the male as the “just wait until they fall to my wicked schemes..” played. She faced the camera before the fight broke out and she killed to the music while she sang. In the clip she picked up a bottle of V

A wicked charmer, sharp and dangerous, probably an expert in—well, you know. Stellar gave her a look of pure disbelief. "Have you filled your head entirely with indecent fantasies?" Lilian only grinned, unrepentant. "I’m already enjoying the full-course meal, so of course I want my bestie to feast too. Chest, abs, v-lines—that is what I call a visual feast. Pure happiness." The more she went on, the redder Stellar’s ears became. Before Lilian could deliver another outrageous metaphor, Stellar quickly grabbed a dessert and stuffed it into her mouth.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

"You want to be owned by this company? You start by being owned by me." Vivienne reached into her drawer again, pulling out a thick, realistic strap-on made of dark silicone. She strapped it on over her trousers with a practiced ease. It was massive, veined, and intimidating. She lubed it up with a cold gel and pressed the head against Talia's dripping pussy. "This is what the climb feels like," Vivienne growled.

She looks completely done with their antics, her dark eyes meeting Zalie’s with exasperation. Zalie wiggles her eyebrows before giving an exaggerated smack to her backside and a clumsy shake. “Sexy, right?” “No, just horrifying.” Lyla and I deadpan in unison. How did she manage to work as a stripper with those moves? Ivanna bursts into laughter, dropping into a flawless twerk that leaves Zalie gaping. Lyla claps slowly, while I can’t help but cheer. “Now that’s how it’s done!” Zalie crosses her arms, pretending to be jealous. “Not fair!”