Justin Devis , lying in a pool of blood, closed his eyes..
JUSTIN POV —
Darkness comes quietly.
Not like a storm.
Not like thunder.
More like an old friend who knows exactly when I am weakest.
I, Justin Davis, the son of the woman everyone calls the Villainess , Amber Devis , have known this darkness all my life.
I Was Born Cursed
My first breath in this world was taken alone.
My mother, Amber, never looked at me
not even once.
The doctors said she slipped out of the hospital like a shadow fleeing dawn more like runaway mother .
A mother who left after my birth,
A father who stopped speaking because of wife runaway .
A world that wanted someone to blame.
I was the perfect choice.
Jonathan Davis, head of the Davis family, became hollow the moment she fled. His voice became a ghost that never reached me. My grandparents raised me, gave me warmth
but even that warmth had cracks. I could see the disappointment in their eyes whenever my mother's name was spoken.
And everyone whispered the same thing whenever I passed:
"The runaway woman's son."
As if her sin was my second name.
When l was 25, I told my grandparents I loved Heather, daughter of the great businessman, they smiled for the first time in years.
Grandmother herself went with the proposal.
But they rejected me.
Not for my character…
Not for my achievements…
But for the ghost of the woman who abandoned me.
My mother chased me like a shadow I could never outrun.
And through a misunderstanding one that still feels like a twisted joke , I was married to Melan, the maid's daughter. A strange start, but not an unhappy one. I tried to build something real. Melan tried too. For a moment… I thought I finally had something of my own.
But evil doesn't always arrive with thunder.
Sometimes it slips back into your life silently…
Like a woman with the same face you see in the mirror.
Amber , the women l don't want in my life , my mother returned.
And with her, chaos.
Grandmother died first as she killed, no one knew the reason.
Grandfather followed, as if grief itself called him home.
My father
Jonathan
killed amber in blind rage and drowned in guilt soon after.
My family turned to ash within weeks.
Melan lost our child in the storm even though it was not ours
She, too, left me.
With another man like cheated in legal way .
And as if that was not enough…
My uncles tore apart the Davis household, ripping land and wealth .
They left nothing for me.
Nothing except the remnants of a name I no longer wanted.
A name soaked in blood, abandonment, and curses.
One day
When l was home alone, lying in despair and depression , a stranger and group of people entered my house.
A stranger pointed a gun at me in that bright, cheerful city where everyone else seemed to laugh…
When he screamed,
"Because of that witch, I lost everything!"
I understood.
I truly did.
Because I had lost everything too.
The crowd didn't scream.
They didn't even blink.
They were happy.
Happy to see the Villainess' son fall.
The bullet burned.
The ground felt cold.
And the last thing I heard was laughter.
In the pool of blood , l thought
Why?
Why me, every time?
Why am I punished for a woman I never knew?
*Why must her sins be stitched onto my
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