Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 06

Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 06 A Family of Three

Yolanda kept looking back, pretending to be concerned. “Charlie, no matter what, Mr. Morton and Mrs. Morton are still your biological parents. Maybe Naomi has been manipulating them, and that’s why they’re now siding with her. You’re all family. Isn’t there any way you can just sit down and talk things through?”

She had a point.

At the very least, we were still a family for now.

I slipped my hand into Charlie’s pocket and pulled out his ID, then gave him a sweet smile and waved if in front of him. “Don’t worry, I’m a good sister. Of course, I’ll make your wish come true. Didn’t you say you wanted Yolanda to be your sister?”

I tilted my head slightly, still smiling. “I’ll have someone take care of it today. By tomorrow morning, you’ll wake up and find yourself legally tied to Yolanda.”

“And one more thing.” I turned toward Yolanda and Thora. “Neither of you is getting away either. Didn’t you say you didn’t care about the gifts I gave you? I’ll have my lawyer send you a full inventory list. If even one item is missing and you can’t pay it back, I’ll see you in court.

“As for your mother, if she returns all the jewelry she quietly stole from the Morton family, I might be willing to let it slide.”

Those things had already been converted into cash long ago. How could they possibly pay it back?

But this was only the beginning.

Wasn’t I supposed to be the villainess? Fine. I’d show them exactly how evil I could be.

In a great mood, I waved cheerfully at the three miserable figures walking away. “Take care now, you happy little family of three.”

Lionel had only just been released, and he was already buried in trouble of his own making.

Charlie had very little money but a massive ego. He still acted like some spoiled rich heir, spending every day expecting Yolanda and Thora to wait on him hand and foot.

Meanwhile, every major news outlet was plastering headlines about the truth behind the birthday party. They also published the full list of gifts I had given Yolanda over the years.

Reporters went all out just to secure their bonuses, crafting headlines so sensational they practically aimed to blow up the internet at first glance.

“Lionel Publicly Defends His Lover and Humiliates His Fiancée!”

“From Childhood Sweethearts to ‘Siblings’-Former Morton Heir’s Romance Turns Impossible!”

“Three Men Fall Head Over Heels for Her, But She Was Just a Fake Socialite Who Stole the Real Heiress’s Gown?”

And so, the entire internet now knew exactly what Yolanda had done.

After thinking it over again and again, she finally swallowed her pride and went to Victor for help.

Originally, she had planned to keep stringing him along for a while longer. She wanted to wait until he was completely obsessed with her before making her move.

But now she was close to losing her mind trying to gather enough money to repay me. She had no choice but to beg Victor for financial help.

The comments drifting in from the private room next door still couldn’t understand how things had spiraled this far.

[Has the author gone insane, or am I losing it? What is this completely unhinged plotline?]/

[Wasn’t the villainess supposed to go bankrupt and disappear soon? Why is the sweet girl the one getting cornered instead?]

[You people are still calling her a sweet girl? Yolanda seduced Naomi’s fiancé and even tried to steal her own brother. Why shouldn’t Naomi fight back? Why shouldn’t she retaliate?]

[But she’s the villainess!]

[So the villainess deserves to have everything stolen from her?]

After that argument, the comments suddenly fell silent.

I could already guess who was sitting in the private room next door.

Whatever Yolanda said to Victor must have worked, because the next morning a huge sum of money appeared in my account. Victor had paid her debt for her.

When she appeared in public again, she had already become Victor’s official companion. Of course, she held no formal title or status, but anyone with even basic sense could tell what their relationship really was.

Yolanda had abandoned her usual innocent, pure style of dressing. She now wore a form-fitting, revealing evening gown, her chin slightly lifted as she looked at me with arrogance. “Naomi, you don’t seriously think your little tricks are enough to bring me down, do you?”

I didn’t even spare her a glance. “I haven’t even made a move yet, and you already think we’ve gone head-to- head? You really think too highly of yourself.”

Charlie and Lionel looked like two miserable middle-aged men nursing broken hearts. They sat in a corner drinking in silence, occasionally stealing bitter glances at Yolanda.

The moment Yolanda met their eyes, she instinctively reached out with a pitiful expression. Before she could take another step, Victor’s hand came up from behind and settled on her waist.

His voice was low and rough. “Has my darling started misbehaving again? I told you, when you’re with me, you’d better not waste your attention on irrelevant people. What is it? Are you still emotionally attached to

them?”

All of Yolanda’s arrogance vanished in an instant. Her face turned pale. “Of course not, Mr. White. You’re the only one in my heart.”

Victor slowly brushed his fingers along her ear. “Be a good girl, darling. If I have to keep punishing you,

ven I might start to feel bad about it.”