The Villains Must Win
Chapter 210: No Second Chances 10

Chapter 210: No Second Chances 10

Lina felt a surge of anger and betrayal rise up within her—not just her own, but a tidal wave of raw emotion from the original Lina, the true owner of this body.

The pain was visceral, coiling deep in her chest like a wound ripped open all over again. She could feel the heartbreak that had accumulated over years of being pushed aside, gaslighted, and emotionally neglected.

The woman who once loved with her whole heart had been reduced to a mere placeholder—someone to fill the silence when Stacey wasn’t around.

And now? Now, she was being discarded as if her pain didn’t matter, as if her loss was just an inconvenient footnote in someone else’s happy ending.

Her hands curled into fists in her lap.

The man who once whispered promises in the dark now couldn’t even meet her eyes when she asked if the child in Stacey’s womb was his.

The same man who once said he couldn’t breathe without her now stood silently while another woman paraded her baby bump and proclaimed herself his fiancée.

It was disgusting. And confusing.

The soul inside Lina—someone from another life, another reality—didn’t understand why Christian still wanted her around.

Why was he keeping her close if he already had the woman he loved, the one he was marrying, the mother of his child?

Was it guilt? Control? Or just sheer selfishness?

"That guy sure has a lot of nerve keeping both women in his life like this," Lina muttered under her breath, scoffing as she stared out the car window.

The city lights blurred past like streaks of gold, but all she saw was red.

It was hard—so hard—without a cheat screen and just rewrite the scenario altogether. But this wasn’t a game, and she wasn’t a god here. Not yet, anyway.

She loved the challenge. That’s why she insisted to be here in the first place.

Her fingers itched for control, for a keyboard, for a shortcut to justice.

But she had none.

And worse, she didn’t even know who the real villain was.

Was Christian the male lead? Or was he just the beginning of a long list of betrayals?

Everything so far seemed to revolve around him—her memories, her grief, even her second chance. But what if that was the point? What if Christian was a trap in this storyline? A distraction meant to keep her orbiting a man who was never truly hers to begin with?

Her chest tightened as the thoughts spiraled.

She didn’t know who to trust.

She didn’t know who to root for.

All she had were broken memories, conflicting emotions, and a painful sense that she was constantly playing catch-up in someone else’s story.

But not for long.

No.

If this was her second chance, she was going to stop being the background character in someone else’s drama. She’d stop crying over a man who didn’t choose her—again and again—and start gathering the real pieces of the game she’d been thrown into.

There had to be more than this.

And if Christian turned out to be just another pawn or worse—a hidden villain in a pretty package—then she would deal with him accordingly.

With her own hands.

"Sorry," Christian suddenly said as he entered the car, slipping into the driver’s seat with the same practiced calmness that always made Lina feel like she was the one overreacting. "I got held up with the agent."

"You mean held up with Stacey?" Lina replied, her voice sharp and dry.

Christian’s jaw tensed. "Lina, can we not discuss this here?"

"Then when, Christian?" she asked, turning to him fully. "When can we discuss this? You’re marrying her. You’re keeping her baby. What am I supposed to be in all of this? I don’t want to be your mistress. Just . . . let me go."

Christian’s brows furrowed as he gripped the steering wheel, his voice dipping low. "Wait . . . are you breaking up with me?"

And there it was again—that cold, threatening undertone. A familiar darkness flickered in his eyes, the same one that made Lina stop in her tracks every time.

Her instinct flared, warning her. That wasn’t just sadness or disappointment in his voice. It was something deeper. Possessive. Dangerous.

Like a deranged male lead from a game or novel who couldn’t accept no for an answer.

And sure, that kind of obsession was romanticized in fiction—where men chased after the women they loved with desperate passion, refusing to let them go.

But this wasn’t fiction. This wasn’t cute. It was terrifying.

Lina drew in a slow, calming breath and forced herself to soften her expression. She turned to look out the window, as though needing a moment to gather her thoughts.

She had to be careful. She couldn’t make the same mistake again—the one she did the first time. She couldn’t afford to carelessly throw the word "breakup" around like a weapon, not when it could trigger something unstable in him.

This world was like a high-stakes game, where a single wrong word or action could lead to death—or game over.

"What am I to you, Christian?" she asked quietly, adjusting her tone. "You hid me for five years. You didn’t want our child. And now you’re marrying your true love . . . and even bought her a house."

Christian inhaled deeply, looking as though her words physically pained him. "I told you . . . it’s complicated," he said, his voice lower, almost pleading.

"I’m going to end the engagement—just . . . not yet. And the baby . . . it wasn’t supposed to happen. I was drunk at a party, and something happened between us. I didn’t mean for it to. I didn’t want it. Believe me, there’s nothing between us. I don’t love her anymore. It was a one-time mistake. Please, trust me."

He reached out as if to touch her hand, but she moved slightly away, just enough to make it clear she didn’t want comfort—especially not from him.

"I’ll ask Stacey to . . . to terminate it if that’s what you want," he added, his voice trembling with desperation. "Okay?"