(✔️) The Villainess' Secret | Bang Chan

11 | Eight Letters 🔥

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Liverra's POV

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Talking about human wants and needs, no terms and conditions that would apply anymore as the situation was getting critical. If the situation was critical, there was no one feeling we needed to be taken care of. There was nothing important to think of someone being hurt. When desires needed to be fulfilled, logic had to win this tight competition.

Someone could be the victim when selfishness dominated our whole mind, then asked for forgiveness when guilt took turn. Regrets were the one thing we thought about, and those regrets labeled us as villainess. People would only remember one bad thing we did and change the whole expectations they built on us.

And I told myself many times to not be a villainess anymore. This thing against my will. I couldn't imagine how miserable my life would be if I failed to stay away from the problem. But I was. I failed even though I didn't do anything.

I was still in his arms, and for two hours straight his hands didn't move. His face was buried in my neck, steady breath brushing my skin. I never knew about this most-honest side of him— that he didn't move or probably not much when he's asleep.

My thoughts filled with his girlfriend, Madelaine. She probably had no idea about what his boyfriend did with his ex right now. This could be called cheating, right? Even though we couldn't say that legally because we're a married couple. But still, if I was her, this pain would be remembered forever. And I didn't want that. I couldn't imagine her pain so I wanted to be the one who put the blame on Chan. Call me evil, but at least I could save someone.

I was a bit regretful for not adding physical touch in our agreement letter before signing it. But I could use point number three for 'don't need to play the role of real husband and wife' as an offense. Then after this I'd move to the movie room again as a sign that I didn't enjoy his company. Okay, that's a good idea. Now one thing I needed to do was move his hand away from my body and— wow, his hand was a bit heavy but shaped nicely. He really took care of his body. And then my feet moved to the floor.

I looked for my bag and found it in the corner of this room. I quickly wore my cardigan on, then moved to the heater for some checks. To be honest, I was suspicious if that's true it's broken or not, and stupid me for believing him— because it was completely fine. I didn't have any idea what his intention was, but I thought it was just because he's drunk. So I wouldn't make this a problem. And I looked at him, he must be freezing and could be sick, so I turned it on and quickly leave—

"Ngghh–"

Oh no.

I gasped as I heard footsteps getting close and those familiar strong arms hugged me from behind as I was about to reach the door. He held my body in one arm, and one more locked the door. He then took my bag and threw it on the floor.

"Where are you going?" He asked in his deep voice again. For this time I wasn't sure if he's still drunk or not.

"Y-you woke up??"

"You left. I feel cold."

"Chan, please stop. You— you're drunk!" I panicked as he turned my body facing him. He held my jaw up and sniffed my neck.