My Villainess Script Has A Glitch – I drugged Nathaniel Thorne to get him into bed. Whatever I slipped him was strong. He stayed cold the entire night no warmth behind his eyes, just raw, mechanical force. The next morning, I opened my eyes to comments scrolling across my vision. [God, this side character is vile. She literally drugged the male lead.] [This is why he’s going to have issues with the female lead later because of whatever she dosed him with tonight. Thank God the FL is patient enough to help him through it.] [She’s digging her own grave. After tonight, the male lead’s going to despise her.
Whatever scraps of affection he had left? Gone.] [Her whole family’s going to lose everything and get kicked out of the country. Meanwhile the leads get their happy ending. Love that for them.] The look on Nathaniel’s face when he woke up confirmed every word. It was pure ice. “You’ll really do anything, won’t you?” He got up and walked straight into the bathroom. The shower turned on a second later, and from the sound of it, he was trying to scrub himself raw. I dragged myself out of bed, aching all over. I needed to run. Then my phone buzzed — a message from the seller. [Hi! So sorry — we accidentally sent you the wrong product.
What you received was a sedative.] *** The comments that flooded my vision next were even more confused than I was. [The wrong product?? Was this chapter fueled by 3 AM thoughts?] [Okay, hold on — the scene cut to black last night, but are we supposed to believe the male lead went at her like that without drugs?] [If she didn’t actually drug him, why would he touch her? He literally can’t stand her.] [Every “coincidental” meeting they’ve ever had was staged by her. The guy gets annoyed if she so much as breathes in his direction.] [The only reason he hasn’t cut her off completely is because the Kensingtons were good to him.] I didn’t want to admit it, but the comments weren’t wrong. Nathaniel, the man I’d supposedly drugged, didn’t want me. He never had. Turns out he was the male lead of this world.
And I was the villainess — barely more than a side character. I’d chased him for years and tried every trick in the book to make him want me. I’d even used the decade my family spent raising him against him, tried to guilt him into being with me. He still wouldn’t have me. According to those comments, he’d never marry me after tonight. He’d loathe me for good, and then he’d come after my family. That thought sat in my chest like a stone — dull, heavy, constant. If Nathaniel hated me, fine. I could take that. But my parents — what had they ever done to deserve that? They’d taken him in and treated him like their own son. My dad kept him close, personally mentored him, poured everything he had into him. And when the company started going under, they wouldn’t even let me reach out to him. “Nathaniel just got back to the Thornes,” they told me. “He’s still finding his footing.
We’re not going to burden him with this.” I didn’t listen. I figured once he was my husband, helping my family wouldn’t even be up for debate. So I drugged him. He was nothing but an ungrateful bastard. I shoved down my frustration and texted the seller back. [Are you sure it was the wrong product?] [Yes! We accidentally swapped your order with another customer’s. She’d ordered a sedative.] [So your sedatives and your aphrodisiacs work the same way?] [Miss, we’ve been a trusted brand for a decade. One hundred percent five-star reviews!]