Who Is The Villain In Cinderella Novels & Stories

"It’s too late. You’ve already signed your fate." A sharp slap burned across my cheek, snapping me into harsh reality. This wasn’t just a scam anymore. This was my father’s enemy. One that is a pretty big catch. And he’d found me. Damn. The new mafia ruler svcks. 'Of course.' I thought bitterly. Can’t a girl catch a break? One night of fun, and now I’m the grand prize in some villain’s twisted game. My hangover came with a side of doom. Cold steel bit into my wrists as they tied me up. A sickly sweet scent filled my nose, and I barely had time to struggle before darkness swallowed me whole.

Could barely breathe. Elena Valdris was Princess Elena Ravenwood. The woman he'd treated like garbage was royalty. The woman he'd called worthless was worth more than his entire family. It was almost too absurd to believe. Like something from a fairy tale. Except this fairy tale didn't have a happy ending for the prince. In this story, the prince was the villain. And the princess had become powerful enough to destroy him. Jack drove home slowly, his mind spinning. When he walked into his mansion, Victoria was waiting in the living room with red eyes from crying.

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

I was simply playing my role in a larger scheme, and her emotions were proof of my success in manipulating her. “Well, Dahlia,” I said, my tone gentle, “I’m glad you’re excited. I just wanted to make sure you had a memorable holiday. I’ll ensure everything is perfect.” As Dahlia’s eyes shimmered with gratitude, I felt a fleeting pang of guilt—though it was quickly overshadowed by my satisfaction. I was using her as a pawn in my revenge, and every step of the plan was falling into place. In the end, her happiness was merely a tool in my grand design, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I took in watching her respond to my every gesture.

“At 9 pm sharp, Fernando’s men will come to take the girl from here.” Now who the heck is Fernando? And why does he want that kid? No. No. No. No. I won’t let that happen. “Did they find that blonde girl yet?” one of the men asks. I pause. “No, she has probably escaped. Besides, there is no point in finding her when she has nothing to do with whatever we are planning to do.” “You don’t understand. She must have a purpose otherwise why would a stranger be interested in hearing our whole conversation? I know she must be a snitch sent by Zack himself.”

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

"I don't need a car or a big house. I just want Mom and Dad to be with me forever. That's enough." [Damn, the villainess makes me laugh. I bet Nadia is dying of regret right now. Look at how pretentious she's being!] [The princess life only belongs to Nancy, the female lead. The villainess should just stay in her lane.] Stephen and Linda were so moved by my words that they teared up. Meanwhile, Nancy just snorted. "You're still so fake." I watched Nancy and the Quills drive off in the Maybach, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

Tamsin knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that the fires wouldn’t light. It struck him suddenly, the answer. Cinder. The Witch Queen’s consort. He was master of flame and hearth, a nasty little bastard from the Winter Court, betrayer of his own kind, former consort of Queen Mab. Slick and charming, clever and without scruples, Cinder was the one who brought human tithes to the Dain. If he had River, she was in very real danger.