Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 780: Seducing And Raping Queen Of Spain



The Royal Palace of Spain stood tall and majestic, its towering spires glinting in the evening light. Tonight, the palace was alive with activity, as guests from all over Europe gathered for a lavish masquerade ball. The scent of blooming flowers and the sound of soft, classical music filled the air as elegant figures adorned in ornate masks and extravagant gowns swirled in the grand ballroom.

Outside the palace gates, a dark carriage pulled up discreetly. Inside, Wang Jian sat with a relaxed expression, his sharp eyes watching as the gates opened for him. Mariana and Valeria had delivered as promised his entry into the Royal Palace of Spain was secured.

"Are you sure this will work?" Valeria asked, her voice tinged with concern as she sat beside him, her mask glittering under the dim light.

Wang Jian chuckled softly, adjusting the mask over his own face. "I never fail, Valeria. Your stepmother, Lady Sofía, won't be an exception."

Mariana, who sat across from them, looked out the window, her eyes narrowing slightly. "She's not an easy woman to manipulate. She wields a lot of influence over our father."

Wang Jian smirked as the carriage came to a halt. "That's why I'm here, isn't it? To ensure that obstacle is removed."

Both princesses exchanged a glance, unsure but ultimately resigned to the plan. They had no choice. Their father's refusal to grant Wang Jian's companies the contracts had put them in a precarious position. Helping him now was the only way to ensure his victory-and their own.

The trio exited the carriage, and Wang Jian's eyes scanned the grand palace entrance. Lavish decorations, shimmering chandeliers, and the bustling excitement of the masquerade ball awaited them inside. Valeria and Mariana led him through a side entrance, disguised as one of their attendants for the evening, his identity concealed beneath the elegance of his mask.

"Remember," Mariana whispered as they walked, her eyes flicking toward the ballroom. "You must stay discreet. If anyone finds out who you are..."

Wang Jian gave her a confident smile. "Don't worry. No one will know."

They entered the ballroom together, the air thick with opulence. Masks of gold and silver adorned every guest's face, and the shimmering gowns swirled like a sea of color around them. The rich and powerful mingled with grace, their laughter echoing off the marble floors.

"Lady Sofía will be near the front, welcoming the guests," Valeria whispered as she discreetly pointed toward the grand staircase. "She's hosting this event tonight."

Wang Jian's eyes followed the direction she indicated, and there she was-Lady Sofía, the stepmother of Mariana and Valeria, the woman who had denied him the contracts he sought. She was breathtaking, even more beautiful in person than he had imagined. Her figure was voluptuous and commanding, draped in a deep crimson gown that clung to her curves in all the right places. Her mask, a delicate golden design, only accentuated her striking beauty.

She stood at the top of the staircase, her presence captivating everyone around her. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a bold red that only added to her allure. Her laugh was soft, yet it held power, and her gaze swept over the crowd as though she were the queen of the evening.

Wang Jian smiled to himself. Perfect.

"I'll handle this," he murmured to the princesses before stepping away from them and blending into the crowd. He moved with the grace and confidence of a man who had done this many times before, his eyes never leaving Lady Sofía.

The party was in full swing by the time Wang Jian made his approach. He carefully maneuvered through the crowd, stopping occasionally to exchange a few pleasantries with guests who barely noticed him, their attention drawn to the excitement of the night.

When he finally reached the grand staircase, Lady Sofía was busy greeting an ambassador from France. Wang Jian waited patiently, observing her every move, noting the subtle gestures she made, the way her smile didn't quite reach her eyes when she spoke to the guests.

He approached her casually, his presence hardly drawing attention among the masked crowd. When she turned to him, her dark eyes met his for the first time. For a brief moment, there was a flicker of surprise behind her mask, as though she recognized something in him, but it passed quickly.

"Lady Sofía," he greeted smoothly, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "It's an honor to meet the host of such a beautiful evening."

Lady Sofía raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a polite smile. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft but regal. "And you are?"

Wang Jian inclined his head slightly, his eyes gleaming beneath his mask. "A humble admirer of beauty," he said smoothly. "And tonight, the most beautiful sight in this palace is you."

Sofía's smile deepened, though her gaze remained cautious. "You are quite bold for someone I've never met."

Wang Jian's smile never wavered as he stepped closer, his voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "Boldness is necessary when one encounters such rare beauty. I couldn't help myself."

Lady Sofía's eyes flicked over him, her interest piqued by his confidence and the mystery of his mask. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze lingering on his lips. "Is that so?"

Wang Jian took a step closer, his presence now undeniably personal. "Perhaps we can speak somewhere more private?" he suggested, his voice smooth as velvet.

For a moment, Sofía hesitated, her eyes searching his face. There was a glint of curiosity in her gaze, but also a flicker of caution. "And why should I trust a stranger who hides his face behind a mask?"

Wang Jian's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Because sometimes, Lady Sofía, the most exciting things in life happen when we embrace the unknown."

There was a charged silence between them as Sofía considered his words, her lips parting slightly as if caught between resisting and indulging. In the end, the pull of intrigue won.

"Follow me," she whispered, her voice almost daring as she turned and began to walk away from the crowd, leading him through a secluded hallway away from the grand ballroom.

Wang Jian followed, his heart racing with anticipation as they made their way deeper into the palace. The noise of the masquerade faded behind them as they stepped into a dimly lit corridor, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows along the stone walls. Lady Sofía walked ahead, her movements graceful, but he could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her breathing had quickened slightly.

As soon as they were out of sight from the party, Wang Jian moved. His strong hands reached

out, gripping her wrist as he pulled her into a darkened alcove. Lady Sofía gasped, but before she could protest, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him in one fluidn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

motion.

"What-" she began, her voice breathless with surprise, but her words were cut off as Wang Jian's lips hovered dangerously close to hers, his breath warm against her skin.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice husky. "Let me show you how thrilling the unknown can be."

Sofía's eyes widened beneath her mask, and for a brief moment, she struggled, her hands pressing against his chest in resistance. "This is... improper," she whispered, her voice trembling with both defiance and uncertainty.

But Wang Jian was undeterred. His lips brushed against her neck, his hands sliding down her waist as he pressed her gently but firmly against the stone wall. "Improper?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Or exactly what you've been craving?"

Lady Sofía's breath hitched, her body tensing as the heat of his touch sent shivers down her spine. Her mind screamed at her to resist, but her body betrayed her. The intoxicating scent of his cologne, the firm grip of his hands, and the raw, undeniable allure of this mysterious man were too much to ignore.

Her resistance faltered. Her fingers, once pushing him away, now curled into the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer. Her lips parted, her breaths coming quicker as she gave in to the sensations flooding her body.

Wang Jian smirked against her skin as he felt her surrender. His hands roamed over her curves, and Lady Sofía arched against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. The tension in her body melted away as desire took over, her defenses crumbling under his expert touch.

Within moments, Sofía was no longer resisting. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling

him closer as her lips found his. Their kiss was heated, filled with a hunger that neither of them could deny. Wang Jian's hands explored her body with practiced ease, and Sofía's moans grew louder, her breaths shallow and erratic as pleasure coursed through her.

"Take me..." she whispered, her voice desperate and needy. "Take me to my chambers."

Without a word, Wang Jian swept her into his arms, carrying her down the corridor toward her private chambers. The door to her room creaked open, and they stumbled inside, their bodies tangled in each other's embrace.

The night that followed was a blur of passion and desire, their bodies intertwined as they indulged in every pleasure. Lady Sofía, who had started the evening with resistance, soon found herself lost in the ecstasy that Wang Jian provided. He took his time with her, drawing out every moan and cry of pleasure until she was completely spent, her body trembling with

satisfaction.