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It’s insane how much he turns my body against me, then makes me enjoy his depravity. Crave it, even.
But there’s one thing my dear wife seems to forget. She once labeled me her villain, and that’s the most accurate label she’s ever given me. As is true with any villain, right or wrong is never black or white. It’s always gray.
You labeled me a killer, a devil, a monster, a stalker, a fucking villain. This is what villains do, Lia. We kill for our end goals, and we do it often.
“Understand this, Lia. I would kill for you over and over again if I have to, and you will never, ever question that.”
“I didn’t understand my emotions at the time, but I do now. I do love you, Lia. I always have. But my form of love isn’t sweetness or softness. It’s nothing noble or delicate. My love is selfish and villainous. My love is the type where I will kill people to protect you and erase others to avenge you. My love is possessive, obsessive, and knows no boundaries, not when I first met you and certainly not now.”
“Because you’re my wife and I’d rather die a thousand times over than put you in danger.”
I told you how different my love is, how dark it can get, but I do love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. I don’t only need you; I also genuinely cannot live without you and the light you bring to my darkness. I know you deserve better, but I’m unable to let you go, so I’ll try my best to be worthy of you, Lenochka.”
“I’ll try to be better. Though I’ll probably never be a hero.” “Who says I want a hero? I’m perfectly happy with you, my villain.”

