Novel & Cerita Why Would A Villainess Have Virtue

"If I’m not perfect—if I don't get the best grades, the best social standing, the best husband—I’m a 'failure.' Asher was supposed to be my escape. He’s a Vale. My father would have respected that. But he chose you." I froze. The wit that usually sat on the tip of my tongue felt like lead. I looked at the bruises, then at the terror in her eyes. In this world of elite schools and fast bikes, I’d forgotten that every villain has a origin story. Vivian wasn't just a mean girl; she was a victim who had decided to become a monster to survive. "Vivian," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "That doesn't give you the right to destroy people."

Lisette buckles her lips, also with tears in her eyes. “And now I catch myself thinking…. Are there really villains and heroes outside of fiction? Or are we all just humans with flaws, virtues, and faults?” Eleonor looks directly at her friend, giving up fighting the tears now streaming down her face. “Am I betraying you by thinking that way?”

"Why would he drop his weapon and try to fight the villain with his bare hands?" "Because he has honor," I argued, leaning back into the cushions. "It is a fair fight." "Honor gets you killed," she countered quickly, taking a sip of her water. "If I were him, I would have shot the villain the exact second he started talking." "You are ruthless," I laughed softly, turning my head to look directly at her. "Remind me never to make you truly angry." "You already have," she shot back, but a tiny, beautiful smile played on her lips.

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.

"Eulalia, don't let them taint you. It's not worth it." Eulalia's eyes snapped open, her expression bitter. "Then tell me what is worth it, Victor. Should I just let them hurt everything I love? If I can't even protect what matters most to me, what's the point of staying 'clean'? I'd rather be 'dirty' if it means making them suffer like Misty did!" Her life had already been tainted by cruelty. What was the point of staying clean now? If evil could only be repaid with evil, then she was willing to become the villain.

‘ I realize in the images the girl from the mirror was also from the game. Aurelia Giliam... That is her name. She was the villainess of the game. She hated the heroine so much. She did countless things just to mess up her chances. Even though she was always causing trouble for me in the game. I could only feel a sense of kinship with her. She was like me. Even though she had a family, they didn’t want anything to do with her. Her father hated her for taking the life of the only woman he loved and her older brother didn’t want anything to do with her. She was simply something everyone didn’t care for.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

The original Vivian would have been vibrating with anticipation, issuing orders for her finest gowns, plotting how to monopolize Alexander’s attention, and likely already scheming against Sophia Bellweather. *What am I supposed to do?* Panic threatened to resurface. *Play the villain? But that leads straight to the convent and a fatal 'accident'. Rebel? Thomas would see that as weakness or treachery, and he’s dangerous. Sophia seems meek now, but crossing her is crossing fate itself.* The sheer impossibility of her situation pressed down, making the high stone walls feel like a prison closing in. She forced a breath, drawing the crisp, damp air deep into lungs constricted by the tight emeral

She wasn’t one to make idle threats, but what could she possibly do? My thoughts drifted to the men she had spared. Why had she saved them? It wasn’t out of kindness, she'd gone through too much to still remain kind. Kindness is not a virtue those out in the wild had—I knew that much. Was it a show of strength? A way to prove she held power over me? For a brief moment, I considered Eloisa’s suggestion. Leading another battle would be easy. My men were stronger, better trained. We could wipe out the rogues in a single strike if I commanded it.