VILLAIN: MANIPULATING THE HEROINES INTO HATING THE PROTAGONIST - Chapter 725: Targeting Lucia Espina

Chapter 725: Targeting Lucia Espina

Wang Jian stood in the doorway of the hotel room, his tall frame casting a shadow over Sofia’s trembling body. Emma and Jessica sat stiffly on the bed, watching him in silence as he glanced down at Sofia one last time. She was no longer bound, but the invisible chains of her submission were more powerful than any rope. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and reluctant desire, followed Wang Jian as he leaned in close, his lips almost brushing her ear.Nôv(el)B\jnn

“When I return, you’ll learn just how deep this rabbit hole goes,” he whispered, his voice smooth and predatory. He ran his hand through her hair, tugging gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Stay here, be a good girl, and don’t cause any trouble. Emma and Jessica will be keeping an eye on you.”

With that, Wang Jian straightened up, his face returning to its usual cold, calculated expression. He turned and exited the room without another word, leaving the three women in a thick, oppressive silence.

As Wang Jian stepped out of the hotel and into the cool evening air, he inhaled deeply, clearing his mind of the lingering scent of sex and tension that had filled the room moments before. His thoughts shifted immediately to Rafael Espina, the leader of the Blood Hunters, and more importantly, Rafael’s sister, Lucía. A wicked grin spread across his face as he walked down the dimly lit street, his hands in his pockets.

“So many ways I could take him down,” Wang Jian murmured to himself, his voice low and contemplative. “I could storm his safehouse, kill him in a straightforward fight… But that’s too simple, too quick. No, I want something that will sting, something that will leave a mark long after Rafael is gone.”

His grin widened as a deliciously twisted plan began to take shape in his mind. “Lucía,” he whispered, savoring the name as though it were the key to unlocking his victory. “If I can seduce her, make her mine, and then reveal her to Rafael at the moment of his defeat… Imagine his face when he sees his precious sister in the arms of the enemy he so desperately wants to capture.”

Wang Jian’s footsteps quickened as he made his way toward the district where Rafael’s safehouse was hidden. He knew that taking down Rafael wouldn’t be as simple as barging in with brute force. The Blood Hunters were elite, highly trained, and fanatically loyal to their leader. But every fortress had its weak point, and Wang Jian was certain that Lucía was the key to dismantling Rafael’s defenses from the inside.

For the next two days, Wang Jian carefully stalked the hideout, observing the comings and goings of the Blood Hunters. He kept his distance, using his experience from years of living in a world of shadows and secrets to blend into the surroundings, never drawing attention to himself. He watched how Rafael operated, saw his paranoia in action as the leader frequently moved between different locations, never staying in one place for too long. But it wasn’t Rafael who interested Wang Jian most-it was Lucía.

Lucía Espina was a stunning woman, much like Sofia but with an air of innocence that made her even more tantalizing. She had long, dark hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves, her skin a flawless shade of olive. Her sharp, intelligent eyes betrayed a hint of vulnerability, which only made Wang Jian’s desire to break her even stronger. Every day, she left the hideout to run errands, visit friends, or simply enjoy a walk through the city. She was well-guarded, but Wang Jian was patient, methodical.

He followed her at a distance, learning her routines, her habits. She frequented a small café in the mornings, where she sat by the window sipping coffee and reading a book. In the afternoons, she often visited a local market, buying fresh produce and chatting with the vendors. But the evenings were when she truly came alive.

Every night, like clockwork, Lucía visited a club in the heart of the city. It was a high-end place, exclusive and luxurious, filled with the wealthy and the dangerous alike. Wang Jian watched her from the shadows as she danced, her body moving with grace and sensuality, completely unaware that she was being hunted. It was clear to him that she enjoyed the attention of men, though she never let anyone get too close. She was careful, guarded—just like her brother.

But that was about to change.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Emma and Jessica had settled into an uneasy truce with Sofia. After Wang Jian’s departure, the tension in the room remained thick, but hunger had eventually won out. Emma glanced at the clock before picking up the phone to order room service.

“Let’s get some food,” she muttered, glancing at Jessica, who nodded in agreement. They both needed a distraction from the events that had unfolded earlier, and eating seemed like the most mundane way to restore a sense of normalcy.

They ordered an array of dishes-burgers, fries, salads, and desserts. When the food arrived, Emma placed a tray in front of Sofia, who looked at it with a mix of suspicion and gratitude. Though they didn’t say much to each other, the shared meal helped ease the tension somewhat, allowing them to exist in the same space without any immediate conflict.

In another hotel across town, Bella was doing much the same. After spending most of the day lounging in her luxurious suite, she finally ordered room service for herself, choosing a decadent spread of pasta, wine, and chocolate cake. As she sipped her wine, Bella’s thoughts drifted to Wang Jian, her fingers itching to dial his number.

She couldn’t resist any longer.

“Wang Jian, when are you coming back?” Bella asked softly when he finally picked up.

“Not for a couple of days,” Wang Jian replied, his voice calm but focused. “I’m working on something important. Stay at the hotel and keep a low profile. I’ll handle everything.”

Bella pouted slightly but knew better than to argue. “Fine. But don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“I won’t,” Wang Jian said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he ended the call and refocused on his mission.

The evening of the third day, Wang Jian made his move.

It was just past 9 PM when he slipped into the club where Lucía spent her nights. The dim lighting and the pulsing beat of the music created an atmosphere of decadence and indulgence—exactly the kind of place where people let their guards down. Wang Jian moved through the crowd like a predator, his eyes locked on Lucía as she swayed to the music on the dance floor.

She wore a sleek black dress that clung to her curves in all the right places, her dark hair loose and wild around her shoulders. She was beautiful, sensual, and completely unaware of the danger that was inching closer.

Wang Jian approached her from behind, moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. His

presence was magnetic, and within seconds, Lucía turned, her eyes meeting his. There was a flicker of recognition in her gaze—she had seen him around the city before, perhaps even noticed him following her. But she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she smiled, her lips curving in a way that made Wang Jian’s heart race with anticipation. “I’ve seen you around,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Wang Jian smirked, his hands sliding around her waist as they danced. “I’ve been watching you,” he admitted, his voice deep and smooth. “You intrigue me.”

Lucía’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, her body moving closer to his. “Is that so?” she asked, her tone playful. “And why is that?”

Wang Jian leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Because you’re not like the others. You’re special.”

Lucía’s breath hitched slightly, and Wang Jian could see the flush creeping up her neck. She

was intrigued, just as he had hoped. He didn’t need to rush things he could feel the attraction building between them, the tension thickening with every second that passed.

For the next hour, they danced, talked, and shared drinks. Lucía was guarded at first, but

Wang Jian’s charm and confidence slowly began to break down her defenses. He played the part of the mysterious stranger perfectly, dropping just enough hints about his past to keep her interested, but not enough to reveal his true intentions.

By the time midnight rolled around, Lucía was practically wrapped around his finger.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Wang Jian whispered in her ear, his hand sliding down to

the small of her back. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress, the subtle tremble in her body as she pressed closer to him.

Lucía bit her lip, glancing around the club before nodding. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Wang Jian smiled, taking her hand and leading her out of the club. They walked down the

quiet streets, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the heat that had been building between them inside the club. Lucía was relaxed, comfortable in his presence, completely unaware that she was walking straight into a trap.

They reached a secluded alleyway, and Wang Jian pulled her close, pressing her against the wall. Lucía’s breath quickened as his lips met hers, their kiss deep and hungry. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as she moaned softly into his mouth, completely lost

in the moment.

Wang Jian’s mind, however, remained sharp and focused. This was the beginning of his plan

-seducing Lucía, making her his, and then using her to get to Rafael. As his hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, he knew he was one step closer to unraveling Rafael Espina’s world from within.

Lucía’s lips parted under Wang Jian’s, her breath shallow and heated as she surrendered to the

intensity of the moment. Her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer as their bodies melded together in the shadowed alley. To her, this was a passionate escape from her ordinary life, a thrilling connection with a dangerous stranger. To Wang Jian, it was a calculated conquest-another step in his intricate plan to bring Rafael to his knees.

Wang Jian’s hands roamed her body expertly, but his mind remained detached, focused. He was already thinking ahead, imagining the moment when Rafael would realize what had happened. The look of betrayal, the raw pain in Rafael’s eyes when he saw his precious sister entwined with the very man who sought his destruction-it would be a sight to savor.

Wang Jian deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding through Lucía’s hair as she moaned softly against him. He could feel her heart racing, her breath catching as their connection intensified. But this was just the beginning he needed to play the long game, draw her deeper into his web before delivering the final blow.

He pulled back slightly, letting his forehead rest against hers, both of them catching their

breath. Lucía’s eyes were half-lidded, filled with desire and curiosity. She smiled, a little

breathless.

“You’re full of surprises,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

Wang Jian smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

They spent the rest of the evening together, wandering the streets and talking like any ordinary couple. Wang Jian played his part flawlessly-charming, mysterious, and attentive. He learned more about Lucía’s life, carefully prying out details that would be useful later. She

spoke fondly of her brother, not realizing how close he was to the man who would soon destroy everything they held dear.

By the time the night ended, Lucía was completely under Wang Jian’s spell. They parted with a

kiss, and she promised to meet him again the next evening. As she walked away, her silhouette fading into the distance, Wang Jian allowed a satisfied smile to stretch across his face. Everything was going according to plan.

The next day, Wang Jian spent the morning going over the details of his strategy. He knew

that seducing Lucía was only one part of the equation. The real challenge would come when

he used her to get close to Rafael without raising suspicion. He needed to be meticulous, careful in every step.

He spent some time scouting the area around Rafael’s hideout, learning the movements of

the Blood Hunters who guarded it. The more he observed, the clearer the weak points became. Rafael’s organization might have been formidable, but they hadn’t prepared for someone like Wang Jian-someone who thrived in the art of manipulation.

By the afternoon, Wang Jian found himself back at the hotel.