“So what if he is his child, he does not belong to me!” These were the words of Anastasia all her life until she faced her doom. Anastasia, a young and naive woman, thought that duke Garrison was the most handsome and skilled man in the empire and married him. But she had no idea that traps and betrayals were waiting for her in the palace. Soon she was entangled in an embezzlement case and then her step son died saving her whom she had never paid attention to, and the blame comes to her. she cried and lamented for choosing the wrong persons and trusting the one who wanted her dead but her biggest regret was the child, Rowan! “Relationships are not made by blood, but by love and care. I was wrong all my life.. But now it's too late.” the feeble words of her heart died in the noise that was created by the wailing voices of spectators and hooves of the running carriages. “Anastasia Sopheriene killed her stepson, Rowan Sopheriene, for wealth and power. For her sins, she would be given the death penalty and all her wealth would be seized. Not only that, her parents would suffer the same fate. The royal court would personally witness the whole punishment. The court is adjourned for now.” the bang on the table decided her fate. She did not get the chance to speak. No one thought it was needed and so the story of A Villainess ended. But….. sometimes the god gives justice to the villainess too. When she opened her eyes, she was young again. Her eyes stared at the whole scene with relief and determination, “I will change the future of that child with me! This time… I know who is my enemy!” from there started a new story of power, love and the villainess who would never let her enemies rest. contact me on.. I_am_creator#2352 if you like my creation, you can also buy me a coffee https://ko-fi.com/iamcreator01/
"Ha! Do you think it is that easy?" she felt incredulous. Was he even listening to her? Her pain and her hatred. Would it just go away like that? "Do you think you can erase the wounds from my soul just because you smile at me now?"
He paused and stared hard at her as if his gaze was piercing her soul. Even when she tried to move away, he held in place and kept staring at her.
"Let me go!" She struggled and tried to jerk his hands away but he did not let go of her. He held her hands and pinned them on the wall. His gaze was hot and fiery but there was no anger in them.
"I know that wounds can be healed, Anastasia. They leave a mark, yes! But they can be healed and then they do not hurt unless you scratch them and try to hurt yourself." though his voice was soft there was steel in them as if he was stating a fact and he would not take no for an answer.
A deep breath left his lips when she looked away.