All Chapters of Loved by the Villain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily takes a step away from me and turns her gaze toward the city. She doesn’t want to get too close right now, and I understand that. But, I still wonder if that thought drives her crazy too. Anyway as I watch her take in the view, I feel a deep sense of admiration. The way the soft light of the stars reflects in her eyes, the gentle smile on her lips as she gazes out at the city below—it’s a sight that stirs something within me. I have seen a lot of things in my life, but nothing quite like this, nothing quite like her. The way her blonde hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, the way the yellow dress she’s wearing complements her glowing skin, and the way she seems completely at ease at this moment as if the worries of the world have melted away. She’s beautiful, yes, but it’s more than that. There’s a light in her, something pure and untainted, something that draws me in like nothing else ever has. I’ve stood here a thousand times and looked out at this city more times t

I lean against my steel desk, my knuckles white as I grip the edge. My office is dimly lit, the only light coming from the city outside the tall windows. The cold steel of the desk is the only thing keeping me grounded as my fury burns through me like wildfire. In front of me, a row of my guards stands with their heads bowed, shame etched into their faces. None of them dare to look up, knowing the wrath they are about to face.“How?” I begin, my voice sharp and cutting. “How the hell did this all happen in your presence?!” my words slice through the air like a blade, and the guards flinch, but none of them respond.The silence is deafening. I push myself off the desk as I ask “Do you have any idea how important those documents are? How close we came to losing them?”The guards remain silent, their eyes fixed on the floor. I know they feel the weight of their failure, but it does little to quell the anger boiling inside me. I approach one of the guards and stand in front of him, my eye

My head breaks the surface, and I gasp for air, trying to get my bearings. My vision is blurred as I swipe water from my eyes, hearing the sound of laughter echoing around me.“It’s not funny!” I yell, my voice hoarse from the cold water and the rising lump in my throat.But the laughter grows louder, more mocking. They think this is funny. Their faces are lit up with amusement, and my stomach twists with humiliation.I start to swim towards the edge when suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my neck. I cry out as I’m yanked backward, plunging under the water again. Panic floods me as I kick my legs, trying to push myself back up, gasping for air when I finally break the surface.My heart races as I look to my right and see the guy who pulled me.Sebastian.His face is twisted in anger as his fingers move, seizing my throat with a force that sends waves of pain through me.“I just called you pretty,” he sneers, his grip tightening. “And wanted to ask you to hang out with me. But you h

As I stand in front of the club, the same one where that bastard laid his hands on Emily, I can feel the rage boiling inside me. My fists clench, and it takes everything in me not to storm in there and tear the place apart. I can’t get the image out of my head—Emily, scared and vulnerable, being attacked by some random jerk who thought he could hurt her. Just thinking about it makes my blood burn with anger.Emily needed someone that night. She needed me. And I wasn’t there for her.I lied to her this morning. I told her I had some work to finish up. She probably thought it was something business-related, maybe another deal or some paperwork. But this, right here, is the real work. I couldn’t let this go. No way. That guy has to pay for what he did, and not in some small way. He deserves the worst, and I’m going to make sure he gets it.It wasn’t easy getting Emily to admit the name of the club. She hesitated, probably worried that I’d go off the rails. And she’s right—I am. But I had

Kyren’s guard hands me a think file as we sit at the table, at one of the few restaurants where mafias feel comfortable. It’s a safe place for a deal like this, though I’ve come to trust no one in this world. Ever since Marcellus tried to invade my agency I have been wary, more cautious. I don’t trust anyone easily, especially not someone like Kyren.I flip open the file and start skimming through the pages. It’s all here, everything I expected.Weapons.Kyren is known for being one of the best on the market. It is expensive for sure but top-notch quality. I can’t fault the man for that.Six million dollars is what I’ve offered. A fair price for the kind of arsenal we’re talking about. As I glance over the inventory, I know this deal is necessary, but it doesn’t mean I have to like the guy.I’ve never been one for small talk or fake friendliness, especially not with people who know too well how much power I hold. They always want something from me, and I’m not interested in handing ov