When The Villaines Loves Novels & Stories

MARCELLO My gaze flickered, breath uneven as Solane’s name was mentioned, “Don't you dare,” I said, There's no way I was going to let Vaka own Solane, she's mine and would only be mine. “I knew it. You want to break off the engagement because of her,” Don Vaka I hesitated, silence stretched between us for a moment, “Would you let your niece go into a loveless marriage?” I asked again, Don Vaka threw a punch to my face again but I was swift to dodge it. He charged and ate again, throwing his fist to my side, making me wince. I straightened my back, charged towards him and threw my fist against his jaw, sending him to the ground.

That had to mean something. “He loves me,” I attempted to tell the tape. It sounded garbled but defiant. Vivienne understood anyway. "He loved Isabelle too. Look how that ended." She read away again, and then rose during a pause for the purpose of looking out at a window. Love doesn’t make it in our world, Celine. It gets corrupted, twisted, destroyed. Better nothing than seeing it all wither and die.”

She shook Killian's arm and whined in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Killian, I can bear sons for you! I’m fully recovered now. I can give you a whole football team if you want." Killian pinched her nose affectionately, "You've just recovered. How could I bear to put you through that? You just need to stay by my side and be my princess." Then, he turned to me and spat out his accusation, "Vivienne has been stuck abroad suffering through treatment for the past five years. But all you’ve ever cared about is fighting your stupid power games with her. Not a single word of concern ever crossed your mind. You’re a cold-blooded fucking monster! You never deserved a single ounce of her kindness! Only s

"You were busy pining for your former love and nuh uh, don't even deny it. I know you spend all the time in your study thinking about Zoe Stone's Dad and looking at his photos secretly before you find victims to fraternize with." "You are such a B,” Virelle gritted out as I revealed her deepest secrets. "True but you are worse. You left Victor. He is- was your mate. Why did you reject him ?" I asked. "So did his other mates except for Zoe. Why are you picking on me only ?" Virelle grumbled. "Because you wanted to be loved too,” I whispered. "No !" Virelle shouted.

He wouldn't trade his fiance for the world. "What'd she want? Some good ol' sex." I tease him. "I wish." He says laughing at me as he teasingly pushes me away. "She wanted ice cream and waffles." Chloe, Lucas' fiance, has been pregnant for 6 months and as you can notice, she's been having some midnight cravings for a while now. "Don't get me wrong, I love her so much, but she send me back to make new waffles because the previous ones were too brown." I laugh as I picture Chloe ordering Lucas around all night.

(Gianne’s POV) Do you care to dance? A fine young man approaches me. I’ve always wanted to do a ball dance. I size him up. Yes, I take the last sip of my drink and place it down, taking his hand to join the dance. Suddenly, someone pulls me back. It is Lucian, blocking him from me. Whatever their history is, from the look of things. Everywhere is about to get tense. My tummy starts cramping. “I have an emergency,” I say, tapping Lucian Blackwood. He gives me a cold glare and exits the ballroom. I scurry after him.

The worst part? Matteo wasn’t entirely wrong. Because every day she spent inside this mansion created more questions. More doubts. More confusion. Lucien Virelli was supposed to be the villain. The enemy. The man responsible for destroying her family. So why was it becoming harder to hate him? And why did hearing the name Mrs. Virelli make her angry— while the thought of no longer being connected to him felt strangely unsettling? Seraphina hated that question. Almost as much as she hated the name.

Lilliana broke down as she uncovered Vincent’s past. I felt my heart constricting when I heard the tainted past and painful end of a girl who paid the price of falling in love with a mafia.

“Seriously? After everything?” Isolde watched them both. Two powerful people, toe-to-toe, shields cracking. Dorian turned away, breath ragged. “I think everyone in this room is holding something back.” Isolde stepped between them. “Enough.” They turned. “I don’t care who knew who,” she said, voice low. “Vivienne was in love with a man she thought she could trust. That man used her. And now he’s watching us, taunting us. So we either tear each other apart, or we start acting like we’re on the same side.”

“Then why didn’t you ask Mr. Marzel to come? You know that Mr. Marzel came here not merely to celebrate Leon’s birthday, but for Ailina. You stopped him like this, is it not for Ailina? Vivian asked again. I was silent, and then said, “Yes, I did that for Ailina.” Vivian just looked at me and didn’t say a word for a long time. I looked at her and reached out to hold her shoulder. “Vivian, you should believe that since childhood, all I have ever loved is you.” She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, looking vulnerable.