All Chapters of A dance with the villian : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lila's pov I sat in the same café, staring out of the window, watching the rain trickle down the glass. It had been a week since that day, a week since Alex had walked out of the house and never came back. Not a single call. Not a single text. The only way I knew anything about him was from the news—images of him tearing through supervillains with brutal force. It was clear he was taking out the anger from our fight on them. What a monster he was. I should’ve seen it earlier. I should’ve known. But sometimes, love makes you blind. Or maybe it wasn’t love—at least, not for him. I gripped the warm cup of coffee between my hands, The truth had been slowly sinking in over the past seven days. At first, I didn’t want to believe it. I told myself there had to be an explanation. That maybe Blackthorn manipulated the videos in someway. But deep down, I knew better because Alex had just stood there while my memories were wiped. Alex didn’t love me. I was nothing more than a p

Lila's pov The moment I got home, I saw Alex sitting on the couch. The glow from the TV flickered across his face, showing the tiredness in his face. His hero costume was torn, the fabric scattered, a testament to whatever battles he had fought while I had been drowning in my own misery.He hadn’t been home in two weeks since our fight. Normally, I would have rushed to him, wrapping my arms around him, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. I would have buried my head in his shoulder, letting the warmth of his presence wash away the anxiety and hurt. But today, I hesitated.Instead of running into his arms, I stood frozen at the entrance, heart pounding in my chest. The memories of our last argument replayed in my mind, the harsh words exchanged like daggers. I felt a mix of anger and sadness swell inside me. How could I just forget?“Lila,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, pulling me from my thoughts. He looked up, his eyes locking onto mine, and for a brief moment. “I didn

Lila's pov The limo came to a slow stop, and Alex extended his hand to me. I hesitated for a brief moment before slipping my hand into his. His grip was firm, as if to remind me who was in control. With a forced smile on my face, I stepped out of the car, immediately I was greeted by a camera flashes from the paparazzi. The paparazzi swarmed us like vultures. Bright flashes from their cameras went off everywhere making my head spin. I blinked over and over, trying not to lose focus. The noise was overwhelming—shouts of “Hyperion! Over here!” was mixed with the sharp crackle of cameras . It was suffocating. And the memory of that disastrous interview kept flashing in my mind. The one where I had fainted in front of everyone once before, and for a second, I thought it might happen again. Before I could gather myself, Alex put his arm around my waist. His touch made my skin crawl, but I didn’t pull away.I didn’t want to give him—or anyone else—an excuse to get suspicious. Ins

Lila's pov “Oh, we’ve… had our share of travels,” I said, keeping my tone even. “But I’ve always been partial to quieter places—somewhere with fewer people and more nature.” How ironic, I thought bitterly. Alex couldn’t stand quiet places. He thrived in the spotlight, surrounded by people who worshipped him. Nature meant nothing to him unless it was the backdrop for one of his grand speeches or photo ops. The idea of us sharing a quiet moment in some peaceful, remote place was laughable. The reality was that his time was divided between chasing perfection and being Hyperion.. And me? I was an afterthought, like a forgotten decoration in the grand display of his life. I noticed the judgment behind Clarissa's eyes. It was clear she didn’t buy into my answer. “How quaint. And Alexander? I suppose you prefer the excitement?” Alex chuckled. “Lila keeps me balanced. Her love of solitude is refreshing, though I can’t say it always suits me.” His answer earned a ripple of laught

Lila's pov Victor tilted his head. "I trust that you’re... well taken care of." His words had an edge to them that made me shiver. He was testing me, probing for a weakness. He always did that, always trying to find a crack in my armor. But now, with everything swirling in my mind, I was already breaking. I couldn’t hide it. "Of course," I replied. I didn’t want to show him any weakness, but the fear was building inside me like a storm I couldn’t control. The memory of him, the way he had instructed mindwave to wipe my memories without any remorse, the feeling of helplessness and terror—it all came rushing back. The man who had taken everything from me. The man who had controlled my life alongside Alex. Alex, sensing the tension, stepped in. "Lila’s been great," he said"She’s always been supportive." His hand rested lightly on my back, but the touch felt like ice against my skin. I stiffened under his hand, but I didn’t pull away. Not yet. Not when I was still trying to pro