The Villain Who Stole Hearts
Chapter 129: Overestimating oneself

Chapter 129: Overestimating oneself

Well... so what if he kept teasing her?

She didn’t really mind.

Pretending not to notice might even help her get a little closer to him.

"Veil," Alice said softly, "why are some parents so selfish? I mean, they gave birth to their children, but then they turn around and try to hurt them like it’s nothing."

Her voice tightened with quiet anger, clearly affected by something she’d seen firsthand.

"This last trip out with the matron... I saw something that made me sick. If she hadn’t caught it in time, that poor kid could’ve been killed. By his own parents."

The story wasn’t complicated. Alice explained it to Veil, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Years ago, there was this young couple. They had a baby boy, but when they found out he had a few health issues, they abandoned him. The matron took him in and raised him."

Alice clenched her fists as she continued.

"Now they’re back, claiming they want to take responsibility and raise him again. The matron went with them to check, and it was the neighbors who tipped her off."

She drew in a sharp breath.

"They didn’t come back out of love. They came back because their other kid—another son—got sick. He needs a kidney transplant to survive. And the boy they abandoned... he’s a match."

Veil’s expression darkened, but Alice kept going, her voice low and furious.

"The kid’s already fragile. If he gives up a kidney, he won’t last long. But those monsters don’t care. They don’t see a son—they see spare parts."

"If the matron hadn’t stepped in and dragged the boy away, he probably would’ve gone with them. He’s the kind of kid who’d do anything just because someone shows him kindness for a few days."

Just talking about it made Alice feel cold all over. A chill crept down her spine.

"What kind of people are they? How can a heart be that cold? Like it’s carved from stone..."

Abandoning a child was already unthinkably selfish. But then to come back, years later, just to harvest his organ to save another? That wasn’t just cruel—it wasn’t even human.

Alice, too, was an orphan. She had once imagined her birth parents would come back for her someday, full of regret and love.

But after witnessing something like this, that fantasy terrified her.

What if one day... her real parents showed up?

And what if they weren’t there to love her... but to use her?

Veil stiffened.

Well, damn.

Looked like it was time to send someone to teach that married couple a lesson.

Those filthy things they’d done had shaken his Alice so badly she was still trembling.

If this ended up affecting her mindset—if she started to think twice about bringing up the subject of having a child—then wouldn’t he be the one losing out?

What Veil didn’t realize was that Alice wasn’t even thinking about that. In fact, the more she saw of people like them, the more thoroughly she gave up hope on her own parents.

She’d come to believe that in this world, the only person she had was him—her young master.

It made her treasure him all the more. She’d even learned how to hide the parts of herself that weren’t perfect so she could better fit what Veil liked.

Whatever made him happy, whatever he wanted—she would give her all to make it happen.

"Master... how about we eat later? I can always reheat the food," Alice murmured as she nuzzled into Veil’s neck, a soft hum escaping her throat.

She could tell he must’ve been holding back for a while—why else would his grip suddenly tighten?

She’d spent the whole afternoon preparing a lavish dinner, and as soon as she heard him coming back, she changed into a black satin slip dress with sheer stockings.

Wasn’t it all to make him happy?

If this was what he wanted, she would give it to him gladly.

Compared to before, Alice was far more aware of herself now. She no longer naively counted one to five and expected that to be enough. Thanks to what she’d learned from the old matron, she’d picked up a few tricks that could please a man.

And right now, she was putting all of them to use—on Veil.

Just as she was about to earn another surge of Villain Points, footsteps echoed outside the door.

It was none other than Sierra, rushing in with questions burning on her tongue.

She had to know—why had Veil’s attitude shifted so drastically?

She’d been the second live-in housekeeper at this mansion long enough to know the security code by heart. She punched it in and walked through the front door—

Only to freeze in place, eyes going wide in disbelief at the scene in front of her.

"You... you’re disgusting. Is there no line you won’t cross?!"

She jabbed a finger at Veil’s face, her gaze flicking to Alice, who was now adjusting the straps on her dress. Just that brief glimpse made Sierra feel like she’d been slapped across the soul.

"Veil, you bastard! You really used your wealth and connections to lure in actresses just to satisfy your filthy desires?!"

You couldn’t really blame her for thinking that way—she still hadn’t forgotten the scene with that female celebrity visiting the mansion. She’d figured out that Veil was trying to shoot some kind of series.

She’d assumed he was too proud, too above-it-all to get involved with actresses in any personal way.

But now, seeing it with her own eyes—how could she possibly deny it?

"And you—why are you still here? What, you want to keep going? Get the hell out!"

Sierra didn’t know why, but the sight of Alice sparked a vicious hostility in her chest.

Veil hadn’t even bothered to check on her. Hadn’t given her a chance to explain. Instead, he’d rushed back just to be with this woman.

That contrast—it infuriated her.

And seeing Alice’s flawless face only made her feel even more threatened.

"I..." Alice lowered her head, glancing up at Veil, unsure of what to say.

She didn’t know what her position was. Didn’t even know who this beautiful stranger was or how she ranked in Veil’s eyes compared to herself.

All she knew was—this girl was stunning, and carried herself with a natural grace and aristocratic air that Alice could never hope to imitate.

She was scared. Nervous. Terrified she’d be thrown out.

"Don’t be afraid," Veil said, pulling Alice into his arms and shooting a cold glance toward Sierra.

"Who the hell said you could come in?

What are you to me?

What gives you the right to barge into my house and order someone to leave?

Because you bit my tongue? Or because you’re the Davenport heiress?"

Sierra’s heart clenched. Her eyes welled with tears. She bit down on her lower lip and glared at Alice.

"Veil, you would really throw me away over some actress?

Is that all I am to you? Less than that?"

Was she jealous?

No. Absolutely not.

Sierra had never considered herself to have feelings for Veil. This wasn’t about love.

It was about pride. Dignity.

She’d been by his side for so long. And now, she wasn’t even worth as much as some actress?

It was pathetic.

Unbelievably pathetic.

If Alice had just been some ordinary girl, Sierra could have handled it. But the fact that she was someone who’d slept her way into roles? And that was what Veil preferred?

It was a slap in the face.

"I’m not an actress," Alice said softly, trying to explain, sensing that this stranger had gotten the wrong idea.

Sitting in Veil’s arms gave her a bit of courage. She noticed that his gaze was far from calm now.

Her words weren’t just meant to explain—there was a bit of a warning there for Sierra, too.

"You don’t need to explain anything," Veil said as he gently pinched Alice’s nose, turning toward Sierra with an icy stare.

"You can scream at me all you want. I’ll let it slide.

But Alice? She’s off-limits.

Apologize. Right now. To her."

"I won’t!" Sierra snapped, lifting her head high, pale neck taut as she struggled to hold back tears.

Seeing Veil and Alice like this—so close, so affectionate—it felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

She shot Veil a venomous glare and turned to leave, heels clicking against the hardwood.

"You walk out that door, and you’ll regret it," Veil said, his voice dropping several octaves.

"You so much as step past the threshold without apologizing, and I swear, I’ll make sure you and your father pay for it a thousand times over."

A threat.

Sierra needed to be put in her place—she was getting way too comfortable acting like she ran the place.

They hadn’t made any real progress, not emotionally, not in any way that mattered. And even if they had, it still wouldn’t come close to what Alice meant to him.

What right did she have to come in here and act like she owned the place?

"Master~ she’s probably just misunderstood something. Don’t be mad, okay? I really don’t mind, it’s just a big misunderstanding," Alice whispered, clinging to his arm and timidly trying to smooth things over.

"You stay out of this," Veil murmured to her gently.

Then his gaze locked on Sierra’s back, sharp and unyielding.

"You were leaving, weren’t you?

Go on, then.

Let’s see what’s tougher—your pride, or my patience."

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