The alarm hadn't even rung when my phone buzzed. 6:00 a.m. sharp.
I groaned, fumbling for it, still tangled in my blanket. My eyes burned, my body ached, and I knew exactly why—because I hadn't fallen asleep until almost 1.
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"Stay right there, Liz," he commanded, his voice cold and controlled, slicing through the quiet empty room. I froze, my heart pounding, knowing resistance would cost me. But something inside me snapped. "I won't," I said, my voice trembling but defiant, barely loud enough to reach him. The words felt foreign, like they belonged to someone braver. He turned, his eyes darkening as he closed the distance between us. "What makes you think you get a choice?" His tone was venomous, and my fleeting courage crumbled, leaving me at the mercy of this monster. Before I could back away or beg, his hand cracked across my face, the sharp sting of the slap forcing me to stumble against the wall. His voice was a venomous hiss: "You are mine to break and mend, Liz. Don't make me prove it again." I'm Lucious Bane, and Liz Wilson is mine-her every step, her every thought, I shape. My control keeps her close, but her defiance stirs a darkness I can't tame, reminding me of my mother's whispering truths. But one thought drives me through the chaos, the only thing that keeps me grounded: CONTROL.
Only for blackhearts 🖤 Witness the descent of Suyodhan - the noble prince - as he is twisted and reborn into the monster history named Duryodhan. This isn't a story of change. It's a story of how a man is made the villain. Read it if you dare to question who was truly right. "I died with my body broken. And opened my eyes... in heaven." Everyone said I was the villain. The cause of the great war. So why did I reach Swarga, while the so-called righteous still wander? I remember being born from a cursed lump of iron. I remember being called evil before I even spoke a word. I remember watching Draupadi being dragged while the so-called great heroes stayed silent. I remember my brother dying as Bhima drank his blood like a beast. I remember Karna dying unarmed and my own thigh broken by a coward's blow. And I ask: "What kind of Dharma cheats to win?" "What kind of truth needs a lie to kill Drona?" "And what kind of justice lets a woman be gambled like a coin?" They called me arrogant. But I stood for my people. I stood by my friend. I asked only for a kingdom I was born to rule. They gave me war. And yet... I am here. "Call me evil, if that's easier for you. But answer me first: if I was so wrong... why am I in heaven?" This is not the story of the victors. This is the unspoken truth of the man they cursed. The story of the last Kaurava. Now it's his turn to speak. This is not the Mahabharata, you know. This is the story your ancestors were afraid to tell. #1 in villainpov
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