Who Is The Villain In Cinderella Novels & Stories

But I never expected her hatred for me to run that deep. Using the cross my dad, Maxim Ulfric, had given me, she covered it with silver powder and drove it through my limbs and pierced the last strike straight through my throat. Then, she flung my battered body into a Rogue's den. "Loveta Senka, why do our dads love you best?" She held up my cross necklace and grinned wickedly as she continued, "My mom died saving them, so I should be the Cinderhowl pack's most precious little princess! Tell me… Will they still love you if you're tainted?"

Just thinking about it sent a shiver down my spine. Amidst the carefully orchestrated chaos, I couldn't ignore Mathilde's cunning smile. Her eyes sparkled with concealed and disdainful delight. She took pleasure in the horrors of this act, trapping us in a web of lies. Anger coursed through me, and I clenched my fists in response. Being played by Rina and her mother was one thing, but being betrayed by my own father like this was something else. The hurt I felt was immeasurable.

Lady Diana asked, staring at me with her artificial lashes, which almost touched the roof of her eyelids. “The only way you can escape marrying Klaus Raymond is if I disown you, and you really don't want me to do that.” My mouth fell open in a gasp when my dad threatened to disown me if I refused to do his bidding. “Mark, calm down, I'll talk to her. What's wrong with you, Roxanna? The least you can do is agree to this marriage after everything that we have done for you.”

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

"The cup came from my own brother's house. Your uncle Rick poured the poison into the bottle on the third night of the warm-current season. He chose a vintage I drank only on private suppers because he wanted my death to look like grief had finally caught me." "The boy you love is his tool. Liam has been lying with his shoulders since before he asked for your hand. He was never the architect of this, daughter. He was the instrument. He is the dagger your uncle has been sharpening for three years and you are the wedding it was forged for." "The girl is yours. Your cousin Rose has been his lover for as long as he has been your suitor. She does not love him. She loves being chosen. He never qui