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Villain’s Favorite 13

Villain’s Favorite 13

 

Chapter 13 Snip Snip 

“A piece of you here, a piece of me there-bits of us all over the place.” 

Maya couldn’t listen anymore. “Quit telling creepy stories.” 

I only said it casually, and he actually took it seriously. 

Is he some kind of alien or robot? 

Also, is Grandpa really that terrifying? 

There were too many things to complain about. She didn’t even know where to start. 

Alfred’s rare urge to share got cut off, and he looked a little annoyed. He turned his head. “Then what do you wanna do?” 

This won’t work. That won’t work. 

Maya rummaged through his box, pulled out a shiny pair of large scissors, and found a sturdy rope. 

“We’ll 

with the most straightforward method.” She stuffed the rope into Alfred’s hands and held the scissors herself. “He cut my clothes, so I cut his hair. 

“We’ll do it tonight. Sound good?” Maya looked eager. 

“Okay.” Alfred had no objections. 

He was the most obedient one in the family. Whenever Wendy asked which outfit looked better, he would always answer sweetly that they all did. 

At dinner, the three siblings didn’t argue or clash. The atmosphere at the table was eerily quiet. Wendy didn’t really understand kids. Her sons had all been independent early on and mature beyond their years, and Maya didn’t need much attention either. 

So in her mind, kids were easy to handle. 

Seeing the three of them eating quietly, she cupped her face, satisfied. “Seeing you all get along so well makes me feel relieved.” 

Maya almost choked on her soup. 

Toby looked up and gave Wendy a well-behaved smile, his words carrying hidden meaning. “Yeah, Mom. We get along great. I hope it stays that way.” 

Night fell, the small nightlight casting a warm glow. 

Two little heads poked out from under the blankets. 

The siblings exchanged a glance and quietly got out of bed. 

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Alfred grabbed the house keys and unlocked Toby’s bedroom door. 

The moment the door opened, Maya switched on a bright flashlight. The sudden glare flooded Toby’s vision with white. 

Seizing the moment, Maya lunged forward and slammed a pillow over his face. 

Toby was furious. 

Again with the pillow over my face! 

Just as he tried to yank it off, his wrist was grabbed. 

Alfred never wasted time. He pulled out the rope and, in a few quick moves, tied him up completely. 

In the blink of an eye. Toby was bound and unable to move. 

Only then did Maya remove the pillow, swing a leg over, and sit on his waist, pulling out the scissors she’d prepared. They made a sharp snipping sound. 

Toby’s eyes adjusted to the light, and he finally saw what was happening. 

When he realized it was Maya sitting on him and Alfred standing by the bed watching, a surge of betrayal- fueled anger shot to his head. “Alfred, you tied me up with her?” 

Faced with the accusation, Alfred was momentarily at a loss for words. 

He wasn’t good at talking to people. 

Then he remembered those dramatic lines he’d seen online, “If she sheds one tear, I’ll slaughter a city,” and tried to imitate them, coldly warning, “If Maya sheds even one tear, I’ll kill you.” 

He hated seeing Maya cry the most. 

Alfred didn’t overthink things either. If Maya cried, then it had to be Toby’s fault. 

What he didn’t expect was that his offhand line would hit the most sensitive part of Toby’s heart. 

“You’d kill me for her, an outsider?” Toby’s emotions spiked violently, the twisted expression and jealousy in his eyes spilling over. “Alfred, I’m your brother.” 

I should’ve been the one Alfred liked. 

Because of his weak health, Toby had been taken away by Philbert and raised carefully since childhood. After years apart, he had a near-obsessive longing for family and affection he’d never truly had. 

But when he came back, what awaited him was his mother and brother favoring a complete outsider. 

Alfred lowered his head and went back to playing dead like a machine. 

He didn’t want to talk to Toby. 

He figured if he acted like a robot, Toby wouldn’t bother him. 

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