The Comments Called Me the Villain, Then He Asked Why I Stopped Kissing Him Chapter 11

The Comments Called Me the Villain, Then He Asked Why I Stopped Kissing Him Chapter 11

Maybe it was his eyes – too honest, too desperate, 

impossible to look away from. I nodded before I knew I 

was doing it. 

Nothing about the wedding went smoothly. My 

parents‘ company had been running like clockwork 

with Julian at the helm. 

But the moment we set a date, the sabotage started – 

exactly the way the comments had predicted. Moles 

inside the company surfaced one after another, 

throwing everything into chaos. I started getting 

threatening letters addressed to me personally. 

It felt like a warning from something I couldn’t see – 

the universe itself pushing back, trying to shove me back toward that bloody ending. 

The day I went to try on wedding dresses, I stood in 

front of the mirror for a long time. By the time I hung 

up the phone with Julian, I’d made up my mind to tell him to call the whole thing off. 

But Julian didn’t come. Audrey did. 

The female lead was here, now – at the worst possible. 

moment. My heart slammed against my ribs, but I smiled and greeted her like nothing was wrong. 

She held a small box and opened it – slowly, 

deliberately. My mind jumped straight to every 

worst–case scenario. 

Was it a bomb? Was it a knife? Was it poison? 

Inside was a gold necklace – delicate, beautiful, and 

very much not lethal. 

“I wanted to get you something. Simon mentioned you like shiny things.” 

“It’s gorgeous.” The breath I’d been holding came out 

in a rush. I took the box. 

“It’s nothing fancy – just something small, from me. I 

hope you and Mr. Hayes have a beautiful life together.” 

“Thank you.” 

Audrey’s smile was quiet, warm. “Actually – I’m the 

one who should be thanking you. You probably don’t 

remember me, but I never forgot what you did. The 

scholarship.” 

“I should get back – I’ve got things to handle at the 

office. Goodbye, Princess Vivienne.” 

That name tugged at something in the back of my 

mind. 

The day college acceptances came out, I didn’t get into my dream school. Furious, I did the most Vivienne 

thing possible – I threw money at the problem. I 

sponsored twenty girls from low–income families 

who’d gotten into top universities. 

If I couldn’t go, then they’d go for me. The name I put 

on the donation was [Princess Vivienne]. 

Julian rushed in well after Audrey had gone. He pulled 

me into his arms without asking what was wrong. 

“Baby, I’m sorry – I’m sorry you were alone. But it’s 

done. The company’s handled. No one’s touching you. 

Not ever.” 

With the threats gone, the wedding came together like 

a dream. That night, Julian couldn’t get enough of me 

– making up for every lost second, every sleepless 

night, every moment the chaos had stolen from us. 

Somewhere in the haze between sleeping and waking, 

the comments appeared one last time. 

[Turns out all it took to break the universe’s rules was a 

genuine blessing from the female lead.] 

[She actually saved herself. That kindness from years 

ago came back around and saved her life.] 

[Nobody say a single bad word about Vivienne ever 

again. Our Princess Vivienne earned her happily ever 

after. She deserves to be loved.] 

The words grew fainter – softer, lighter – until the 

last of them dissolved into nothing. 

I closed my eyes and pressed myself deeper into Julian’s arms. It had been here all along – this close, this warm, this real.