Paint Me as a Villain

Paint Me as a Villain

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She used her brush to paint herself as a strong independent woman. But the past tragedy consulted her to hide her true self. That traumatic experience led her to become more savage. Her name is Millicent Cipher Acosta, the girl on fire, the girl who was painted as a villain. By the use of smooth stroke of brushes, red paints, Argon Zicadmer Sevilleje opened her eyes and broke her perspectives that not all colors that resemble to red are bloody, not all red are death but it can also portrays LOVE. ---------------------- fiction. All rights reserved. 06-20-24
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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