When The Villianess Loves Novels & Stories

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.

I told her softly, admitting the truth. All my life I'd been treated like shit for something I'd had absolutely no control over. So could you really blame me that I felt intensely attracted towards the one person who didn't see me as just a slave? The one person who actually saw me as a living, breathing individual? Cared enough to have an actual conversation with me? "Oh, Mel," Miss Lillian sighed from behind me, and I squeezed my eyes shut as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, providing motherly affection.

Damian hadn't just rejected her as a wife—he had systematically destroyed her chance to be a mother. Selene gripped the bedsheets until they bunched and wrinkled. Her heart, once soft, now felt as hard as stone. Once, she could deceive herself into thinking love would fix everything. But after death—and her subsequent rebirth—she realized that love was nothing more than a lethal illusion. All of Damian’s lies lay bare now. And they all led back to one name, Vivian. Her cousin and stepsister. The woman who had fled before her wedding to Damian, only to return a year ago and reclaim everything right before her eyes.

Just then, I can't help but smile bitterly. I am so helpless. All this time, I pretended that I am strong and everything are doing well but in truth, I am not fine. The truth is, I still wanted to be close with him. I still wanted to keep the affection I have for him But... What choice do I have. I am juat a villainess who's meant to die. Whether I treasure the male lead as my best friend or more than that, nothing will happen no matter how much I give some effort. Because in the end, a vilainess like me is meant to die at the hands of the protagonists.

What did she do you warrant such hatred, is it a crime to be better than your sister? Well, I hated Vinnie's guts until I watched some of Celia's videos and I saw my wife, my first love, the woman I nearly died to save her life. I saw her plotting with her family and the rogues. They were going to kill me and seize the throne. Her last video was even worse than I’d imagined. I saw her being cozy with Richard, and this was even before he became the rogue leader.

Vivienne's tactical logic, which usually was always filled with the profit-and-loss calculation of political intrigue, now suddenly became paralyzed by a bright reality. Vivienne just realized, it turned out that among all the powerful men surrounding her—among Christian who always calculated the stock market numbers, Julian who fiercely demanded her body due to lust, and Dominic who was greedy for the throne—only Tristan Vance truly and sincerely loved her with his entire soul completely tonight. Even though, if Vivienne remembered back to the entire cyber scenario she designed from the beginning, Tristan was only a pawn that she frequently utilized for the sake of smoothing out the plan to

Valerian look at her, "You've never been wed before? Or never love?" Zelia chuckles, "Yeah. I never been in love with someone and never been wed with someone. I do love all the things that surrounds me, even the dragons, the humans, and the non-living things, I love them all but the love that I felt and have for you is clearly different from the love that I gave to those."She said honestly. "Hmm... thank goodness that you've never love someone before or been wed or else—" "You'll be jealous. Right?"

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.

"She wouldn't. She loves you." "She just loves playing games with me. She loves messing with my head. She loves getting me high so she can watch me fall. She loves holding my heart so she can crash it into pieces. She gets a thrill out of fùcking with my feelings. You think you know Vanessa but you don't know even an inch about her. You don't know the things she would do to get what she wants." "But you are what she wants, Damien." "She married another man." "Maybe she was just trying to make you jealous."

Something that not even the failed contract marriage could have done, at the same time that Vivian shed tears for the love of Angelo, they were in the same mansion, and Ximena laughed and spun around for the same thing. “There is nothing more dangerous than a wounded woman.” That saying is very true. Vivian allowed demons such as hatred, despair, heartbreak, and others to carry her away. She began to devise the best of plans to destroy that relationship, she even considered killing them both. “If not for me, it won't be for anyone,” she thought while she clenched her stomach, wanting to vomit her love. Pulling from her depths this dark obsession that was eating her soul, she came up with som