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Looking like a devil without a horn, tail and pitchfork, that was how i've seen him in that moment. The sincere madness in his eyes convinced me successfully, with a touch of discomfort being sent to me. Thinking he really did it for revenge is something i can somehow understand but never want to tolerate. Because i believe that no matter how evil the person is, he's still a human being. Like Violet Williams, she was human yet acted so inhumane to him. She was never a perfect figure of a successful woman because she wasted the opportunity to prove herself as a better person just for her inner dark desires.

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

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.

I just realize I've transmigrated when I heard the name of a few people and remember my previous life. If I am not wrong, this villainess just like any other villainess, I'll die in the future. She did talk about this novel with me but I couldn't remember the whole plot. All I had is a few fragments from my memory of talking with her about this. And my conclusion on every story I heard from her. Therefore, I made three rules for myself to prevent my death. Applying my conclusion this time. First, do not ever change your role. If I am a villainess then I will be a villainess. I don't need to be a saint in the eyes of others. However, I don't need to be a bitch either. Being a reasonable villa

I'd told him to be careful, but no, he hadn't listened. It would be fun seeing him explain his way out of this one. "Yeah, Evan, why don't you tell her what that means?" He shot me a look, making me stifle a laugh before turning to Serena. "Uh, a virgin is a very sweet, very beautiful woman. Yes, that's what a virgin is." The young girl nodded gravely in understanding. "So that means mommy is virgin too! She is the prettiest woman I know!" Serena said, giving me a gap toothed grin.

My mother’s cruel reign still breathes here, still stings even beyond her rule. Then another question cuts through me. “And the father of the child within you?” My spirit rebels. No. I will not speak it. For a heartbeat, I almost believe my mother alone is the villain. But looking around—the men and women together, united by exile, their eyes filled with old scars—I see it clearly. Varyn is a villain in their story too.

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

I heard the vamp scoff as I got closer to them; even just that sound seemed accented with what sounded like Dutch or something similar. "Why is a worthless woman like yourself even out here? Shouldn't you be inside the house, cooking, cleaning, or raising kids? You know something womanly. Why is a woman even learning to fight? Why can't you be more like Lilith, the goddess of vampires? She was a beauty that worshiped men; she never tried to emulate them, so disgusting." He said. Oh, this man was already on my nerves; I could just imagine how my Morana was going to react.

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.

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.