Your Son Is The Villain Novels & Stories

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

“Logan’s mother and I are aligned on this. We will not allow him to continue this... fantasy. This ends now.” I blinked. “You’ve already decided, haven’t you? That I’m the villain in your story.” “To protect him, I’ll be the villain in yours,” he said quietly. “If that’s what it takes.” I exhaled slowly, gathering every ounce of strength I had left. “You can scare me. You can insult me. But you can’t erase me.” “Don’t be so sure,” he muttered. “I love your son,” I said firmly, standing straighter. “And if that’s the thing that makes me dangerous in your eyes, then I’ll gladly carry that title.”

"You saw something was wrong with my son. Why didn't you warn me? It's your fault—your fault he's dead!" Ray chuckled. "Your son isn't mine. Why should I care? But I have to say, Shane, you're ruthless. Your lover kills your wife, you charm your lover, then turn around, take your son hostage, and kill your lover—tsk tsk. You really are the textbook definition of a petty villain!"

His right hand was clamped on my shirt. His voice came out broken between heartbreak and rage. "Liana. You lied to me. Why didn't you tell me?" "Why? Why did you have to be the brave one? Why did you put my son through this?" "He's dying, and you weren't going to tell me. Why?" I slapped him across the face. Hard. "Tell you for what? The Don of the Moretti family?" "So you could walk away from the family for us a second time? You think your father would have let me and Damian live?"

"Maybe he'll fall to his death this time. Can't have a weakling Omega son shaming me, right?" He uncapped the vial, checking to make sure no one was watching. "I made sure to sign a waiver saying I know the risks," he continued. "If anything happens, it'll just look like an accident." The camera caught his smirk as he poured the Battle Sage into Noah's water bottle. "One way or another, I'll be rid of this embarrassment soon." I felt bile rise in my throat. My mate - the father of my child - had deliberately tried to kill our son.

The Head Warrior's voice made me freeze and I could tell everyone in that room too did. “And why are you interfering?” Alpha Killian said slowly, “It was you who brought the mother and child to deliver fabricated evidence. How could you believe them without questioning them properly? The Head Warrior inhaled, then spoke with a firmness that shook the room. “That boy is my son and if he claimed to have recorded that conversation then it's true. He has no reason or hidden agenda to frame Galvin.” “I never knew you had another son with a common wolf,” Alpha Killian said in a more calmer voice.

To make sure my father’s plan failed… I would have to become the villain in his story. I would be the one to dismantle his empire. The one to expose his corruption. The one to destroy the legacy he clung to so desperately. He saw himself as the hero—the brilliant businessman making difficult choices. In his story, I would be the traitor. The rebellious son who turned against his own blood. And for Aria. For Leo. I would embrace that role. The weight in my pocket no longer felt like a burden.

I smiled to myself as I walked back toward the cave. “The plan must go on. No matter the cost.” The girls were powerful. Far more powerful than I had expected. So no,my trip had not been a waste after all. And I had that old vampire to thank for it. They would call me many things. Evil. Monster. Bad mother. But the truth was simple, I only wanted what was best for my son. And that meant taking back everything that he had stolen from me,and yes a child can be his mother's biggest enemy.

he sighed, “I have no excuse for what I did. I'm a terrible father and I know that, but please forgive me and let me fix my mess.” “Now that's the thing,” I snarled. “My hatred for you has escalated to all rich people, not only because of what you did, but because they killed Timmy! I’ve seen how rich people like you treat people of lower class. I will make them all suffer, and I certainly don't mind being the villain.” “You're not a villain, Kevin!” Taylor yelled the moment I reached the door, about to go outside. I smirked and turned slightly to the left. “Villains aren't born, father,” I whispered, “they're made!”