Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 09

Villainess? No, I’m the Final Boss Chapter 09 Naomi Isn’t Dead

Yolanda screamed, “Naomi is already dead! She’s dead! I don’t need you anymore, Victor. I’m free!”

Victor pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back, as if soothing a child. At the same time, he mercilessly injected the full syringe into Yolanda’s body. “Don’t be afraid, darling. As long as I’m here, no one can take you away from me, so you must be obedient.”

He picked Yolanda up in his arms and stood. As he left, he even waved at the surveillance camera that had recorded everything, as if he already knew someone would be watching the footage a few hours later.

He was greeting the people who had arrived too late.

I frowned, startled by how strange this man was. The comments that had once been screaming about how “Mr. White was so cool” had now gone completely silent.

[So scary… I want to call the police…]

[So this is what Victor is really like? I’m all for obsessive yandere types in fiction, but in real life I’d call the police immediately!]

[Yolanda’s not going to have an easy life. Is she going to try to manipulate Victor into going after Naomi again?]

[Wait… then what happens to Naomi?]

I muttered, “What else? She’s done for.”

The comment section was filled with question marks after I said that.

[What did Naomi just say?]

Yolanda was taken away and hidden by Victor, and he completely abandoned the White family’s support.

The White family quickly moved to support another candidate instead.

In a powerful household like that, if Victor refused to fight for power, plenty of others would be more than willing to take his place.

Lionel was declared beyond resuscitation and officially pronounced dead three days later. Charlie wasn’t as fortunate-he survived.

He ended up in a vegetative state, conscious but unable to move or speak.

Although he was now listed as part of Yolanda’s family, I still felt a sense of family obligation and continued paying for his medical expenses for the rest of his life.

Beyond that, there was nothing more I would do.

Thora was afraid she would be held accountable for Yolanda’s crimes and dragged down with her. That very night, she sold off all the jewelry Yolanda had left her and bought a ticket on a smuggling ship, planning to flee the country for good.

The next time I heard news of her was two months later. Authorities intercepted a ship carrying illegal workers bound for various underdeveloped countries, and she was on board.

When the camera panned over her, she was curled up in a corner, eyes vacant. Her body was covered in festering wounds, and she was so emaciated she barely looked human anymore.

I didn’t pay much attention.

I only knew that the police never gave up searching for Yolanda, and they finally found her a year later

To be more specific, she took advantage of the moment when Victor was out. She smashed through a window, broke her leg in the process, and then fled to turn herself in to the authorities.

She had been living relatively well, but her mental state had clearly deteriorated. Any sudden movement or noise would send her into panic, and she would drop to her knees, frantically begging for forgiveness.

After being taken back to the police station, her psychological condition made it impossible for her to be formally sentenced, so she was sent to a psychiatric hospital instead.

When Victor heard about it, he used the last of his influence to transfer himself to the same hospital as

Yolanda.

It was said that the very next day, Yolanda swallowed a spoon during a meal and choked to death.

Not long after, Victor deliberately sat in the same seat in the cafeteria and used the same method to end his own life.

He left behind a suicide note filled with so-called “affection.”

It was covered in Yolanda’s name, with only scattered phrases left in between.

Things like “past and present lives,” and “unable to escape.”

No one could understand it.

But the comments did.

[Wait, what? So Victor was reborn?]

[How did the story end up like this? I feel like I just read something that completely played me.]

[Everyone laughs at Charlie, but in the end, everyone is Charlie.]

[So the real villainess was actually the supposed heroine?]

[Stop calling her the villainess. She has a name. It’s Naomi.]

Those who once pushed me toward a fate of ruin and suicide had all received their own judgment. With that, what they called the storyline came to an end, and the comments that had once floated before me disappeared completely.

They even left behind, in a strangely ceremonial way, timestamps showing when each of them had finished reading the story.

And finally, there was one last line.

[Goodbye, Naomi. You were the most surprising heroine and villainess this year.]

I let out a quiet, amused scoff.

What even are the definitions of “heroine” and “villainess”?

Do they have to be gentle and fragile, or cruel enough to fight over a man just to prove a point?

Those who are not emotionally full are the ones who beg for love in the most humiliating ways.

I was never naive or kind enough. I was driven by profit and desire, and at times even ruthless.

By the original standards, I was never meant to be the heroine. I would only have ended up dead on the streets, reduced to a stepping stone and a supporting role in someone else’s story.

But who would want to be the so-called “heroine,” chosen by someone else’s standards, forced to follow a scripted fate, reduced to a dependent in a man’s story, with other people’s competition used as proof of her worth?

I have always been the protagonist of my own life.

No matter what others want, I will never bend or break.