Falling In Love as the Villain
Ch 1
Your Flaky Narrator 🤪✨
Welcome to the my new story. Before you begin, take a moment to settle in. This isn't just a story to be read—it's one to be felt. Imagine the the writings deeply, and let yourself step into the characters' shoes. Hear their dialogue in the emotion they're in, whether it's fast or slow. Peep into their souls, and feel their emotions from the inside out. Your journey with them begins now.
Church bells… cold, hollow, and distant. They should sound sacred, but to me, they feel like shackles.
I stand at the altar, dressed in black velvet robes trimmed with silver embroidery.
A villain’s attire. Azerion Morgrave—that is the name this body bears. And now… it is my name too.
My fingers curl tightly around the edge of the pew as incense smoke swirls through the church. The air is suffocating, yet fragrant, hiding the stench of hypocrisy.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
I never thought I’d end up here. One moment, I was… dying.
My chest crushed, my last breath stolen from me. I thought my life had ended, but instead, I opened my eyes inside this body. At first, I thought I had been given a second chance.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
Azerion Morgrave, son of a powerful house, draped in luxury… surely, this boy must have lived like a prince.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
*laugh bitterly under my breath*(◡ฺ‿ฺ◡ฺ)
But then came the memories.
And his childhood was not golden—it was drenched in shadows. 🖤
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
I saw the whips, the cruel lessons, the way his father, Lord Severian, called him a disgrace, and his mother, Lady Lalith, whispered venom at his every mistake.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
He was beaten for speaking, beaten for silence, beaten simply for existing.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
They raised him not as a son… but as a tool. And now, here I am, trapped in that same role. A villain not by choice, but by design.
The incense grows thicker, and my vision blurs with memories that aren’t mine, yet feel carved into my bones.
Among them, flashes of warmth: a faint memory of laughter, of sunlight through stained glass windows, of a girl’s gentle hand patting the boy’s bruised knuckles.
Sweet illusions. Romantic lies Azerion told himself to survive the cruelty. He dreamed of someone saving him… but no one came.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
I am that boy now. And though I have lived once already, I cannot ignore the scars he carried. His pain has become my inheritance.
The heavy doors of the church open. Light spills in, carrying with it the Crowhurst family. Nobles rise, bowing in reverence.
Two marriages are to be bound today, under the Emperor’s decree. The air is thick with whispers.
Ch 2
Your Flaky Narrator 🤪✨
Welcome to the next chapter. Before you begin, take a moment to settle in. This isn't just a story to be read—it's one to be felt. Imagine the writing deeply, and let yourself step into the characters' shoes. Hear their dialogue in the emotion they're in, whether it's fast or slow, in different voices. Peep into their souls, and feel their emotions from the inside out. Your journey with them begins now.
The heavy doors of the church open. Light spills in, carrying with it the Crowhurst family.
Nobles rise, bowing in reverence.
Two marriages are to be bound today, under the Emperor’s decree. The air is thick with whispers.
"Look, it’s the Crowhurst heir, Younglord Evandor… so handsome, so radiant.”
“And beside him… Valerius Crowhurst. Ah, how unfortunate he must marry that one.”
“Indeed. Poor Valerius, shackled to the devil of the Morgrave line.”
Their eyes flicker toward me, filled with suspicion and disdain. I feel the weight of their judgment press against my chest.
Layanna (MC's step sister/ Novel's FL)
And then there is her. Layanna. Golden-haired, blessed with the Emperor’s blood. The long-lost daughter of the throne.
She glows like dawn itself, every step she takes wrapped in reverence.
Whispers ripple through the pews. Some admire Layanna’s golden hair, her soft smile, her elegance polished by years at the academy.
Others glance at me—Azerion, the Morgrave’s biological son—but their eyes hold only disgust.
Layanna (MC's step sister/ Novel's FL)
...
How ironic. Layanna, the adopted daughter, shines like the Empire’s jewel. She was taken in because my parents recognized her features, her resemblance to the royal bloodline.
They knew what she was before the Emperor did, and they raised her carefully for this very day.
She was sent to the academy, where she became the flower of every gathering, the darling of every noble youth. A princess in all but name.
And me? I am their blood, their son… yet I was never raised to stand tall. They never gave me books, never allowed me into the academy.
My knowledge is fragments I stole from eavesdropping.
My parents twisted me into a puppet—forced me to play the rake, the playboy, flashing false smiles, luring noble daughters so they could pry secrets from their lips.
Every rumor of my disgraceful reputation was planted by their own hands. And the world believed it. They always believe what they want to see.
Layanna (MC's step sister/ Novel's FL)
...
My gaze flickers to Layanna again. She stands like sunlight itself, adored by the crowd.
And me… I am the shadow at her feet. But strangely… I cannot hate her.
Not when she, too, is a pawn in their schemes. I cannot be jealous of her radiance. For I know too well—it was built from the pieces stolen from me.
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If you're confused about Layanna, here's the quick truth:
She is the Emperor's first, illegitimate daughter.
During the war between countries, she had to flee and lost her memories in the process. She was then adopted by the Morgrave family.
So, she is both the Emperor's daughter and the Morgrave family's daughter! Mystery solved! 😉
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Ch 3
Your Flaky Narrator 🤪✨
Welcome to the next chapter. Before you begin, take a moment to settle in. This isn't just a story to be read—it's one to be felt. Imagine the writing deeply, and let yourself step into the characters' shoes. Hear their dialogue in the emotion they're in, whether it's fast or slow, in different voices. Peep into their souls, and feel their emotions from the inside out. Your journey with them begins now.
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
One is a saint. The other, a devil. That is the story written for us before we even speak.
The truth was harsher than appearances. When Layanna awakened her powers, her resemblance to the royal bloodline became undeniable.
The Emperor claimed her instantly, naming her his daughter. To secure the throne, he ordered the Crowhurst and Morgrave families—eternal rivals—to unite through marriage.
But the Morgrave family agreed on one condition: not just Layanna, but also their villainous son, Azerion, would marry into the Crowhursts.
It was a clever cruelty. Forcing a rare male marriage, something whispered against in noble halls, a humiliation meant for both houses.
Inside the church, as the ceremony begins—
Evandor Crowhurst stands tall, smiling confidently at Layanna, whose blush makes the crowd sigh in admiration.
Their beauty is undeniable—gold and silver paired like a painting blessed by the gods.
Layanna (MC's step sister/ Novel's FL)
...
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
(And then… there is us. Valerius and I.)
Azerion Morgrave (MC)
( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)
He stands beside me, his jaw clenched, his cold eyes radiating hatred.
His presence is like a blade pressed to my throat. Every muscle in his body screams that he does not want this, yet he will obey the Emperor and his Father's will.
The priest raises his voice, echoing against marble walls.
？？？
By order of the Emperor, by decree of the heavens, we bind these two houses together in sacred matrimony.
？？？
Younglord Evandor Crowhurst, do you accept Lady Layanna Morgrave as your lawful wife?
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