The Villain Who Stole Hearts
Chapter 130: Everyday Moments with Alice

Chapter 130: Everyday Moments with Alice

Veil had never been shy about using harsh methods with Sierra.

He had no choice—she was just too damn stubborn.

That was simply her nature.

Even in the original story, she’d always been this way, constantly stirring up trouble.

But who was Veil?

He was the villain, not some damn protagonist blessed with golden luck. Why should he chase after some chosen girl like a lost puppy?

If Sierra behaved, he might throw her a treat. If not? He’d crush her until she remembered her place.

That was the only approach that ever worked with her.

"You..." Sierra clenched her fists, her voice trembling.

Veil frowned. "You what?"

"I..."

She wanted to explode, to lash out. But in front of Veil—someone who never offered her the courtesy of saving face—she felt like every bit of armor she wore had been ripped away, leaving her utterly exposed.

Her eyes, already red-rimmed, brimmed with tears. They spilled freely now, hitting the spotless floor one by one.

Her pride had been nailed to the wall, tattered and bleeding. Her dignity dunked in hot oil, fried until it cracked.

She wanted to charge him, to bite down on him like a madwoman and take him with her into the flames.

But then, she thought of her father.

Innocent. Blameless. He didn’t deserve to suffer just because she lost control.

"...I’m sorry."

Under pressure, Sierra finally choked the words out. When she looked at Alice, there was a flicker of genuine guilt in her eyes.

It didn’t last long. That guilt was quickly buried beneath a fresh wave of fury directed at Veil.

She knew now she’d misunderstood—but that didn’t mean she forgave him. If anything, it made her even more furious.

All her compromises, all the purity she’d guarded and given away, had been for nothing.

Nothing but threats and humiliation.

In fact, for one insane moment, she wanted to carve away every inch of skin Veil had ever touched.

But if she did that... would she even be able to survive?

The rage clawed at her. The helplessness stung deeper. The more she thought, the harder her tears fell.

"Master..." Alice, sensing the tension melt, tugged at Veil’s arm like a kitten begging for a reprieve. She pouted, pleading on Sierra’s behalf.

Veil waved a hand, visibly annoyed. "Enough. You can leave now."

No soft words. No gentle glance. Just cold dismissal.

Sierra left. Her shoulders trembled as she stepped out the door.

"Ignore her," Veil said flatly. "She’s got too much fire in her. Don’t take her words to heart—they were nothing but misplaced anger and misunderstanding."

Alice nodded gently. "I didn’t take it seriously."

But Sierra, who had come back quietly to retrieve her handbag, overheard everything from the corner of the living room.

What did it mean?

She’d gotten used to being the one always on the receiving end of punishment. The idea that Veil might actually speak up for her—however mildly—was... surreal.

It was like getting slapped in the face every day, only to have him gently touch your cheek one day and ask, "Did it hurt?"

Same hand. Same violence. But the gesture? It left her dazed.

"Don’t think that changes anything. I’m not done with you. One day, you’ll regret this—regret ever crossing Sierra Davenport!"

The vow burned in her chest.

Maybe Veil didn’t care now, but someday, he would.

Soon after, Veil picked Alice up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom.

...

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—Dawn—

A golden sliver of sunlight filtered through the bulletproof window, falling across the polished floor in a warm, slanted glow.

Veil stood at the edge of the bed, hands resting on his lower back, gently rotating his hips in slow, deliberate stretches.

His eyes, deep as ever, held a flicker of exhaustion.

"Master? Why are you up so early?" Alice stirred from her dreams, her voice still soft and syrupy with sleep. She pouted as she scooted to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She slithered upward like a snake, her chin coming to rest against his abdomen—her movements fluid and graceful, a display of her astonishing natural flexibility.

No workouts. No special training. Just pure, natural talent.

Smooch!

She bounced up a little higher and kissed him under the chin, eyes shining with joy and contentment.

Compared to Veil’s tired state, Alice looked like she was glowing—more energized than ever.

"I’ll take you out for a walk, and we’ll check in on the orphanage. It’s been a while since I last visited."

Veil gently ruffled Alice’s jet-black hair, his voice soft and indulgent.

Alice’s eyes lit up instantly.

Whatever sleepiness still lingered in her bones, whatever little tricks she had been cooking up in her mind—all of it vanished. She blinked in disbelief. "Really? You’re not joking, Master?"

She couldn’t believe it. Her usually busy Master had just offered—of his own volition—to accompany her to the orphanage.

That place had nothing to do with him.

If he was going, it wasn’t for business, not for strategy—just for her. Just to spend a little more time by her side.

Alice understood that in an instant, and her heart swelled with emotion. Her arms tightened around Veil’s waist.

"Am I that untrustworthy in your eyes?" Veil teased, tapping her forehead with a finger. His gaze was warm.

Sure, there were still loose ends with Sierra that needed tying up. And yes, the entertainment-sector Chosen One still had to be dealt with at some point.

But after the night they’d spent together, none of that felt urgent anymore.

The Chosen One could wait—he wasn’t going anywhere.

As for Sierra, Veil had eyes on her. Even if something unexpected came up, he had contingencies in place.

At the moment, there was no comparison. Between Sierra and Alice, Alice came first.

"Of course not! Master’s the best!" Alice climbed out of bed despite her soreness, threw her arms around Veil, and peppered him with kisses.

...

The entire morning, Alice stayed glued to Veil’s side, her heart full.

The high-and-mighty Master, playing games with a bunch of kids in an orphanage—for her. Not a trace of the usual aloof arrogance he wore like a second skin.

It was such a dramatic shift that Alice felt as if her chest had been filled with honey—warm, sweet, and overwhelming.

And that wasn’t all. Veil had brought the kids tons of snacks and toys, sparking cheers and laughter all around them.

Now, in a makeshift classroom, several children had gathered tightly around the two of them.

"You’re the best, big bro! I love you, mua~!" A little girl flung her arms around Veil’s neck and planted a kiss on his cheek before darting off to play with her toy.

"Big bro, are you and Alice-sis, like... dating or something?" a slightly older boy asked, eyeing Veil with a hint of suspicion. He had refused the gifts Veil brought and was watching him warily.

Don’t underestimate the place Alice held in these kids’ hearts. Whether boys or girls, they all adored her like a goddess.

It wasn’t just her looks or the way she dressed. It was the way she treated them—with real warmth, like a big sister.

In fact, the older kids—like the boy just now—had already begun forming attachments, even if they didn’t fully understand them. Veil’s arrival had triggered a kind of fear.

"Of course not! You guys just don’t get it!" another boy shouted. "Big bro is obviously Alice-sis’s husband!"

Husband?

Alice blinked. She hadn’t caught that before.

That kid just now—was it him?

Realization dawned, and she felt a ripple of shock. She hadn’t expected kids that young to already be talking about things like that.

Determined to have a talk with the boy later, she filed the thought away. But part of her still found it sweet that he cared that much.

Alice tugged on Veil’s sleeve, whispering playfully, "Master, let’s head somewhere else. These kids are way too wound up today."

Veil didn’t protest. He chuckled and nodded, following her out of the classroom.

Just before stepping out, he glanced back—and noticed that the little boy who’d questioned him was now rubbing at his eyes, clearly trying not to cry.

In the hallway, Veil smirked. "Seems like you’re something of a celebrity in that class. When you walked out holding my arm, I swear that one kid looked like he was about to declare a lifelong vendetta."

Alice rolled her eyes at him flirtatiously. "Oh please, they’re just little kids. What do they know?"

"That’s where you’re wrong. Those kids might be young, but they’ve got thoughts. One even said you were my wife."

Wife?

Really?

She’d missed that part entirely.

It had been that one boy! Now she remembered, and the realization left her oddly rattled.

Alice couldn’t believe how quickly these kids picked up on adult ideas. She made a mental note: she’d need to sit that boy down for a proper talk. This couldn’t go on.

But at the same time, she was touched. That kid was so thoughtful.

Leaning up, she planted a kiss on Veil’s lips while no one was watching. "Don’t worry, Master. There’s only room for one person in my heart—and that’s you."

Suddenly, the faint sound of a baby crying reached their ears. Alice quickly led Veil into a nearby room, where a caregiver was pacing with a baby in her arms.

"Alice, thank God you’re here. I’ve tried everything—I can’t get him to stop crying! His voice is hoarse already. Please, help."

The caretaker looked frazzled, rocking the child helplessly. She shot Alice a desperate look.

Alice gently took the baby and cooed at him, brushing her fingers across his cheek.

Miraculously, the baby stopped crying. He waved his arms and began babbling softly, his lips forming the word "Mama."

"What? That young and already talking?" Veil walked over, intrigued.

He leaned down over the crib where Alice had laid the baby. A playful gleam lit his eyes. "Say Daddy."

The baby ignored him.

"Come on, say Daddy. I’ll give you candy if you say it."

"Say Daddy~ Daddy~"

The baby sat there, perched on his diapered bottom, hands fiddling with each other. He didn’t even spare Veil a glance—his gaze stayed locked on Alice.

But after a while, perhaps intrigued by the repetition, he turned to Veil, his round eyes full of confusion.

And then, from his tiny mouth came the faintest sound:

"Eh...son."

"...What???"