Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 618  Plot Twist

Villain Ch 618. Plot Twist

"Now, speak. What do you want? Why are you trying to kidnap me?" Allen's voice, though calm, held a firmness that demanded answers. His piercing gaze locked onto Mila, leaving no room for evasion. Amidst the confusion of the security personnel and Vivian, Allen chose to prioritize extracting the truth from Mila before addressing the chaos. The midday sun cast shadows that played across the scene, heightening the tension. A subtle shift in Allen's movements revealed a strategic consideration. He discreetly covered the tip of the key attached to Mila's neck with one finger. It was a calculated move, a safeguard against potential misinterpretations. Allen, conscious of the scrutiny and potential misjudgments, was keen on maintaining control. While the security and Vivian served as inadvertent witnesses to the unfolding drama, not to mention the presence of security cameras recording the entrance, he opted for a measured approach to avoid unnecessary attention. In the eyes of the onlookers who had witnessed only fragments of the unfolding events, Allen's actions might have painted him as the antagonist. "I-I told you, I just wanted to talk," Mila stammered, her voice revealing a mix of fear and awe. The unexpected turn of events left her unsure whether to feel intimidated or impressed by Allen's quick thinking and reflexes. It was a strange blend of terror and admiration that pulsed through her veins. As much as the situation frightened her, there was an undeniable allure in Allen's ability to navigate the unexpected with such ease.

Amidst the adrenaline rush and the overpowering desire to possess him, Mila found herself experiencing conflicting emotions. Allen's commanding aura sent shivers down her spine, a stark reminder of the latent danger he embodied. A voice within cautioned her about the risks, labeling Allen as a dangerous man to be reckoned with. Yet, paradoxically, another part of her couldn't resist the magnetic pull, urging her to seize a man of Allen's caliber.

'I probably won't be able to find a man like him anywhere.' That was she thought.

Allen's logical question cut through the tension. "Then talk. You can just invite me to a café where we can talk in the lobby. Why did you need to force me into your car?" His straightforward inquiry underscored the simplicity of resolving matters without resorting to drastic measures. Allen's focus was on Mila and the unraveling motives behind this orchestrated encounter.

"The topic of the conversation is very sensitive. We can't talk in public places," Mila responded, her tone carrying a sense of urgency. The gravity of their discussion required a level of privacy that public spaces couldn't afford.

"So you want a private conversation with me?" Allen queried, skepticism etching his words. Despite Mila's insistence, a nagging suspicion lingered, hinting at a connection to her family's company.

"Yes!" Mila affirmed, the urgency in her response underscoring the significance of the matter.

"A lot of cafes and restaurants have VIP rooms. You just need to invite me there," Allen suggested, his guarded nature evident in his cautious response. Trust didn't come easily, especially in a situation that seemed shrouded in mystery. The notion of a private conversation fueled his suspicions, prompting him to seek a controlled environment where discretion could be maintained.

"I know," Mila admitted in a panic. The weight of the situation bore down on her, leaving her feeling cornered."But..." Her gaze flickered towards Vivian and the security detail, an unspoken desire lingering in her eyes. 'But I don't want Vivian to come with us,' she yearned to express, but the words remained trapped within, unsaid.

"But?" Allen prompted, his patience evident as he urged her to articulate the unspoken thoughts swirling in her mind.

Mila drew in a deep breath, attempting to compose herself in the face of unforeseen complications. She felt an overwhelming urge to cry, realizing her meticulously crafted plans had unraveled beyond repair. With limited options at her disposal, she could only resort to her last-ditch effort, a gamble that held an air of desperation.

"But I don't want her to come," Mila declared, pointing directly at Vivian without a shred of hesitation.

Vivian cringed, her eyebrows furrowing in bewilderment. Her gaze shifted between Mila's accusatory finger and her own chest. "Me?" she questioned, her voice laced with confusion. The sudden inclusion of her name in the unfolding drama left her utterly perplexed.

Mila lowered her hand, her eyes still fixed on Vivian. "Yes. I know about your relationship, and you probably won't like what I'm going to say to him," Mila stated with a firmness that barely masked a hint of vulnerability. There was a subtle quiver in her voice, as if she were on the brink of tears, attempting to maintain composure in the face of unexpected complexities.

"What do you want to say to him?" Vivian inquired, her curiosity piqued but shrouded in uncertainty. She attempted to unravel the enigma that Mila presented, but her speculative thoughts yielded no clear answers.

*Ba-thump!*

Mila found herself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. Her heart raced, and she nervously bit her lip, grappling with the internal struggle of whether to be truthful with Vivian. The dilemma she faced was clear—revealing her feelings would expose vulnerabilities she wasn't prepared to confront, especially in the presence of Allen and the unexpected audience.

"Mila," Allen interjected, his tone a mixture of curiosity and insistence, urging her to respond to Vivian's question. Allen, too, was perplexed by the lengths Mila had gone to in pursuit of this private conversation. His thoughts swirled with conjectures, leaning towards the belief that this might be connected to Mila's parent company. He couldn't shake the suspicion that perhaps they were aware of his virtual identity as the devil emperor, and this elaborate plan was their way of recruiting him into their fold. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"You know, Allen," Mila continued, her voice revealing a vulnerability beneath the surface, "I always had this feeling. Especially after I saw you at the tournament two years ago." Her admission hung in the air, leaving an uneasy silence in its wake.

Allen, trying to make sense of Mila's confession, exchanged a perplexed glance with Vivian. The mention of a tournament from two years ago stirred his memory, and he tried to recall any significant encounters during that time. The frown on his face deepened as he attempted to connect the dots between the past and Mila's present actions.

"I always think, why I chose to support you rather than my brother. At that time, I didn't understand why, but after a while, I started to understand. That's why I'm doing this," Mila revealed, her words hanging in the air with a heavy sense of sincerity.

Allen, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, couldn't help but internally cringe at the peculiar atmosphere that surrounded Mila's revelation.  Allen's mind raced to make sense of the situation. He found himself navigating the complexities of Mila's feelings, trying to decipher why she had chosen this particular moment to express them.

'Wait, why does this sound so wrong?' Allen pondered, his thoughts echoing his confusion. The scenario unfolding felt like the prologue to a romantic confession, an unexpected twist that clashed with the recent dramatic events involving the failed kidnapping attempt and Mila's imposing bodyguard. The surreal nature of the situation only intensified as Mila continued to bare her emotions in a way that seemed out of place and perplexing.

Allen's attempt to navigate the bizarre scenario was further complicated as Mila looked deeply into his eyes, her sincerity shining through.

"I love you, Allen!" Mila declared, her confession hanging in the air like an unexpected bombshell. "I want to be with you!" she added, laying her feelings bare.

The sudden proclamation sent shockwaves through everyone, leaving Allen, Vivian, and even the security personnel bewildered.

Allen's eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the sentiments of everyone present. 'What the heck is going on? Why did she suddenly confess to me?' Allen's mind raced with questions, struggling to process the unexpected turn of events.

Maintaining his composure externally, Allen found himself grappling internally with the sheer absurdity of the situation. The fake meeting plot, the elaborate kidnapping attempt, and now an unexpected love confession—all within the span of a few minutes. It was as if he had unwittingly stumbled into a convoluted romantic drama, and his brain struggled to catch up with the rapidly unfolding plot twists.

Allen, still grappling with the surreal nature of the situation, stammered out a bewildered "What?"

Mila, undeterred by the chaos she had caused, repeated her love confession. "I love you, Allen. I'm sorry for all this chaos. I just wanted to say it properly and talk about a few things with you and my family." Of course, what she meant was with Noah as they needed to talk about the Hell's Gate.

Allen's eyes widened, his confusion deepening. "With your family? Is it that too fast?" he questioned, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions and events that had unfolded within a matter of minutes. 'Seriously, what the heck is going on?!' he screamed internally once again.