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He explained. Reyan didn’t say anything. “Villains have their own stories, but they become villains as soon as they cross the line.” Laggas spoke. “That is, they harm people, especially the innocent ones. So, they are called ‘villains’, and this is why villains have to be defeated.” He explained. They all nodded in agreement. Even Hail and Hierro can’t help but recall some movies that they have watched when they were still in Hierro’s world.

He had to humiliate me, to hurt me, just to prove some twisted point. What did I ever do to deserve that? I’ve never understood why some men feel the need to assert their power in such cruel ways. It’s like they see women as objects, something to conquer or control, rather than as human beings with their own thoughts and feelings. It’s sickening, and it makes me feel so small, so powerless. “I’m so sorry, Emily,” Lizzie’s voice breaks through my thoughts, soft and filled with guilt.“I should never have asked you to bring my wallet. I didn’t know... I didn’t think...”

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

A wet, snotty wall. "Oh, please. You hated the fact that I was finally happy. My life has been hell, my stepmother hates my guts, my step-sisters wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, I have this stupid scar everyone shames me for, while you have everything. Friends, guys who literally throw themselves at you, family. While I have nothing. Why couldn't you let me have this one thing?" Tears slid down her cheek without hope of stopping and all I could do was stand there and take her abuse because she's right. Even if I didn't plan for this to happen. I became the villain in her story without even realizing it.

In case that Jean betrayed me, I should be ready for that situation. I can hurt him if that’s what the situation calls for. What’s the harm in doing that when I am the villainess? ‘A villainess were always made powerful for a reason.' It was always the female lead who was weak and pitiful, then they would be labeled as kind-hearted and like an angel if an antagonist acted opposite her demure personality. It was always like that. ‘But Rosine felt different.’ Though she may appear innocent, I have this intuition that there was more than what meets the eye.

In reality, she’s just the easiest way to break him. I caught Kai’s eye from across the lawn. I didn't hide. I didn't smirk. I just gave him a slow, mocking nod. I wanted him to know it was me. What’s the point of a trap if the prey doesn't know who set it? He started toward me, his hands balled into fists, but Ava grabbed his arm. She was crying now. Good. Tears make for a better story when the campus blog picks this up in an hour. So, here’s the thing about being the villain. People think it’s about hate. It’s not. It’s about balance. Kai had the girl, the fame, and the future. I just wanted my turn.

Much more, she would also lie to herself that she didn't fancy this man just because he was a psychotic villain. Anyway, since she already got rid of her title as small cannon fodder, then maybe she could also get rid of Phoenix's title as a villain who is also cannon fodder that will die in the end to pave way for those so-called protagonists. Evelyn let out a heavy sigh as she glances at this so-called villain. It seemed that she had to work hard to pave the way for the villain instead of the protagonist. She just has to make sure that he won't blacken or else this world would be doomed.

She chuckled and took a sip. "Villains are meant to die so they could leave their happy ending." Good point. "We are the villains in this story, correct? We cause misery because we have been drowning in it. But villains are victims too. We just learn to fight for ourselves." I wanted to defend us but she was right. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Jane."

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.

Everyone truly forgot about her and all she had been. "I ask again Mr. Gabriel, what makes a villain?... I never understood it, a simple word? A Phrase? Or an action? I never understood how I became the villian and they the hero. For once I never did. The one thing I did wrong...was love someone I wasn't supposed to..."