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I was loosing control. "Your dick. Fuck me, Damien! Fuck Mee… give me a child. I want to be your Luna! I want to be your…" He stopped fingering and looked at me shockingly. Shit! What did I just say? "Oops!". Felisha exclaimed!

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

The other called my bluff and stepped closer to me, eyeball to eyeball. “Tryna act cool now.” His hands flew towards my waist. I stopped him mid-motion, twisting his fingers. He yelped in response. How hard is it for these alley buffaloes to know I'm no longer a Cinderella? I'm a fucking Lisbeth Salander. I shoved him and sent him landing hard on the floor. “Come let me teach you a lesson.” The rest came at me. I dodged their attacks and, in three attacks from me, knocked them down.

The Villain People might describe me as abrasive. Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive. But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

She smiled softly at me, her eyes beaming with sincerity, reassuring my doubts and clearing up the negativities in my mind. "... thank you, Joewella" I mumbled while plastering a smile on my face. In this world, Joewella is my first ally. She is the only one Victoria could trust and lean on. Only her. So why do I feel a hidden presence somewhere? Like a rat lurking around the corner. I lifted the scissors inside the kit and impulsively threw it with all my might towards the window, stabbing the oak tree without looking.

He was coming too. For the first time since Jillian began to speak, I felt panic. “We’re going to play a game,” Jillian continued, watching my expression with something like satisfaction. “One where you suffer. And they watch.” She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, almost gently. “And when it’s over, there won’t be anything left of you worth fighting over.” I held her gaze without blinking. “Vincent is going to kill you.” “Maybe.” Her smile stretched wider. “But not before I break you first.”

She desperately wanted to smack that stupid little goblin grin off her face but this was neither the time nor the place. "Well, I don't see why you should care or bother." Camilla took a step forward. "Those men used to be mine." "Oh. well, in that case, my condolences for your loss." "How dare you?" "Wouldn't it interest you to know that I had a threesome with them? Maybe you could join us next time to even out the odds? They were both very rigorous." Lillian knew what she was doing and saw the building anger on Camilla's face. She was playing Damian's game now and honestly, it was pretty fun.

"Why will you hurt your knuckles?" "Huh!" "Really, I would go for the hot billionaire. Gosh!", the girl beside Lillian cupped her own face looking at the ceiling. "Obviously, gold diggers like you can only crush over hot billionaires", Vienna mocked them, cracking up with Elson as she made a dirty face. "Fiama already has her own company and she doesn't need a billionaire. Lol! You guys will need it. Go and be the secretary of a CEO and be their mistress. Fucking fellows"

The man asked. She shook her head. “Don’t worry. I can bring you all down single-handedly.” She’s not sure who Dillon is since she never met him, but she knows he has a mask…and he’s strong. She’ll have to test them then...She’s confident that she can win. As they all agreed, Lady Vienna lunged at all of them. Attacking them one by one, it took her a minute to bring the three of them down. She smirked, now knowing who Dillon is. Or, where he is...

The golden eyes clashed with the dark black eyes, and they stared at one another without blinking at all. Evan understood it was also a game with his little kitty, so he also decided to play along. He just gave up when his little kitty was at her limit. "I won! Yay! You must answer my question now! Say, when are you going to let me go?" Lillian asked and took a sip of juice to moisten her throat. She talked too much today and also missed her breakfast, so she is a bit hungry. "I will let you go when I am too bored to play with you," Evan said. Everything, like Lilian, is just a plaything to him. This answer made Lilian mad, and she cursed Evan loudly like there would be no tomorrow.