Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 803: Conquering The Entire Earth



The air in the Royal Palace of Spain was thick with anticipation as Wang Jian paced his opulent suite, the soft hum of activity from his team a constant backdrop. He had been meticulously planning his next move, and the pieces were finally falling into place. The war between the USA and Russia had reached a stalemate, with each side claiming small victories but neither gaining a decisive advantage. It was the perfect time to execute the next phase of his master plan.

Wang Jian stopped by the expansive window, gazing out at the sprawling gardens below. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape. He turned to Lady Soffa, who was seated at a large desk, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop.

"Soffa, how are the preparations coming along?" he asked, his voice calm but commanding.

Lady Soffa looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Everything is in place, Wang Jian. The social media campaigns are ready to launch, and our contacts within the media are standing by."

Wang Jian nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Excellent. Let's not waste any more time. Initiate the first wave."

With a few clicks, Lady Soffa set the plan in motion. Within minutes, social media platforms across the globe were flooded with a barrage of posts, reels, videos, and interviews featuring the Hollywood actresses under Wang Jian's control. Each piece of content was carefully crafted to paint a picture of the USA's defeat in the war against Russia.

Amelia, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, sat in front of a camera, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "The war has taken a toll on all of us," she began, her voice steady and resonant. "But it's time to face the truth. The USA has lost this war. Our soldiers have fought bravely, but the cost has been too high. It's time for a change."

Penelope, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, spoke into the camera, her voice filled with emotion. "We've seen the devastation, the loss of innocent lives. The USA needs to step back and reevaluate its strategies. We need a government that can bring peace and stability, not endless war."

Fiona, her fiery hair framing her face, addressed her followers with a passionate intensity. "This war has been a disaster from the start. The current administration has failed us. We need leaders who can negotiate peace, not escalate conflicts. It's time for a change."

Elspeth, her graceful form poised in front of the camera, spoke with a quiet determination. "The humanitarian crisis caused by this war is unacceptable. The USA needs to take responsibility and work towards a diplomatic resolution. We need a government that prioritizes peace over power."

Greta, her soulful voice resonating through the speakers, sang a haunting melody, the lyrics a poignant reflection of the war's devastation. "We've lost so much, but it's not too late to change. Let's elect a government that values life over victory."

The videos and posts spread like wildfire, reaching millions of viewers within hours. The hashtags #USALostTheWar, #PeaceNotPower, and #ChangeIsNeeded trended worldwide, sparking heated debates and passionate discussions. The American public, already weary from the war, began to question the effectiveness of their government.

In the streets of major cities, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anger and resignation. Protests erupted, with people carrying signs that read, "End the War," "We Need Change," and "Elect Leaders Who Care." The media, both traditional and social, was a cacophony of voices calling for a change in leadership.

President Hartley, watching the developments from the Oval Office, felt a growing sense of unease. The public's trust in her administration was crumbling, and she knew that drastic measures were needed to salvage the situation. She called an emergency meeting with her cabinet, her voice firm and resolute.

"We need to address the public's concerns," she said, her eyes scanning the room. "The National Emergency Declaration has served its purpose, but it's time to lift it. We need to show the people that we are committed to restoring normalcy and working towards peace."

The cabinet members nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting the gravity of the situation. The order was given, and within days, the National Emergency was lifted. The streets, once filled with protests, began to calm, and a sense of cautious optimism filled the air.

Wang Jian watched the developments with a satisfied smirk, his plan unfolding exactly as he had envisioned. He turned to his team, his voice filled with determination. "Now that the situation in the USA is stabilizing, it's time to focus on the elections. We need to ensure that the opposition party wins."

The team sprang into action, their fingers flying over keyboards as they crafted messages, coordinated campaigns, and planted stories in the media. The Hollywood actresses continued to play a crucial role, their voices resonating with the public, their influence undeniable.

Amelia, her eyes filled with conviction, spoke into the camera. "The upcoming elections are our chance to bring about real change. We need leaders who can negotiate peace, who can heal the wounds of war. Vote for the opposition party. Vote for a brighter future."

Penelope, her voice filled with passion, addressed her followers. "This is our moment to make a difference. We've seen the devastation caused by the current administration. It's time to elect leaders who prioritize peace and stability. Vote for the opposition party."

Fiona, her fiery hair a symbol of her determination, spoke with unwavering resolve. "The war has taken a toll on all of us. We need leaders who can bring about a diplomatic resolution, who can restore our faith in the government. Vote for the opposition party."

Elspeth, her graceful form a testament to her strength, addressed the public. "The humanitarian crisis caused by this war is unacceptable. We need leaders who can work towards a peaceful resolution, who can bring hope to the lives of millions. Vote for the opposition party."

Greta, her soulful voice a balm to the weary hearts, sang a melody of hope and change. "Together, we can bring about a brighter future. Vote for the opposition party. Vote for peace."

The messages resonated with the public, their voices echoing through the streets and across social media platforms. The opposition party, bolstered by Wang Jian's support and resources, began to gain momentum, their promises of peace and stability striking a chord with the war-weary populace.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

November arrived, and with it, the results of the USA elections. The nation held its breath as the votes were counted, the tension palpable in the air. And then, the announcement was made. The new President of the USA was someone who had a good relationship with Wang Jian, someone who could be considered a puppet in his grand scheme.

Wang Jian watched the news with a sense of triumph, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had orchestrated the fall of the current administration and the rise of the opposition party with meticulous precision. The new President, a man named Thomas Hayes, was a figurehead, a pawn in Wang Jian's game. Hayes was well aware of his role and the consequences of betraying Wang Jian.

In the Royal Palace of Spain, Wang Jian celebrated his victory with a lavish party. The grand ballroom was filled with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of glasses. The Hollywood actresses, dressed in their finest, mingled with the guests, their faces a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Wang Jian, a glass of vintage wine in hand, approached Lady Soffa, who was standing by the bar, her eyes reflecting the triumph of their shared victory. "Soffa, this is just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with determination. "With the USA under our control, the world is ours

to shape."

Lady Soffa nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Indeed, Wang Jian. The possibilities are endless."

As the night wore on, the atmosphere became charged with a mix of celebration and anticipation. Wang Jian, surrounded by his loyal team and the Hollywood actresses, reveled in his victory. But he knew that the real celebration was yet to come.

A few days later, Wang Jian found himself in a secure, undisclosed location in Moscow, preparing for a celebratory drink with Vladimir Kozlov. The Russian President had been an invaluable ally in Wang Jian's grand scheme, and it was time to acknowledge his role.

The meeting was held in a lavish penthouse suite, the city lights twinkling below. Wang Jian, dressed in a tailored suit, greeted Vladimir Kozlov with a firm handshake, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and determination.

"Vladimir, it's an honor to be here with you," Wang Jian said, his voice smooth and commanding. "Your support has been crucial to our success."

Kozlov, his burly form filling the room, smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Wang

Jian, it's been a pleasure working with you. Together, we have achieved great things."

Wang Jian nodded, his smile widening. "Indeed, Vladimir. And tonight, we celebrate our

victory."

The room was filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as the guests, all members of Kozlov's inner circle, mingled and celebrated. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and anticipation, the air thick with the scent of victory.

As the night wore on, the guests began to relax, their guards lowered by the flow of alcohol

and the atmosphere of celebration. Wang Jian, ever the opportunist, saw this as the perfect time to set his true plan in motion.

He approached Kozlov, his voice low and commanding. "Vladimir, I have something special planned for tonight. A surprise that I think you'll appreciate."

Kozlov's eyes gleamed with curiosity, his interest piqued. "What do you have in mind, Wang

Jian?"

Wang Jian's smile was enigmatic. "You'll see, Vladimir. Trust me, it's something you won't forget."

As the night wore on, the guests began to feel the effects of the heavy anesthetic drug that had been slipped into their drinks. One by one, they succumbed to the drug, their bodies slumping in their chairs, their eyes closed in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Wang Jian watched with a satisfied smirk as the room fell silent, the only sounds the soft hum

of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of the city below. He turned to Lady Soffa, who was standing by his side, her eyes reflecting his own determination.

"It's time, Soffa," he said, his voice filled with resolve. "Let's put our plan into action."

Together, they moved through the room, ensuring that each guest was securely restrained,

their bodies immobilized by the drug. Wang Jian approached Kozlov, who was slumped in his chair, his eyes closed, his breathing steady.

"Vladimir, it's been a pleasure working with you," Wang Jian said, his voice low and commanding. "But it's time for a change in leadership."

With a swift, precise movement, Wang Jian injected a lethal dose of the drug into Kozlov's

neck, his eyes never leaving the Russian President's face. Kozlov's body convulsed briefly before falling still, his life extinguished in an instant.

Wang Jian turned to Lady Soffa, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "It's done, Soffa. Russia is ours."

Lady Soffa nodded, her eyes reflecting his own determination. "And with Russia under our control, the world is ours to shape."

Wang Jian's plan was in motion, the pieces falling into place with meticulous precision. With

the USA and Russia under his control, he was poised to become the most powerful man in the

world.

But even as he reveled in his victory, Wang Jian knew that the real celebration was yet to come.

He turned to the Hollywood actresses, who were standing by his side, their eyes filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"Ladies, it's time to celebrate," he said, his voice filled with determination. "Tonight, we revel in our victory. And tomorrow, we shape the future of the world."

The night was a blur of passion and pleasure, the room a symphony of moans and cries of

ecstasy. Wang Jian's desires were insatiable, his hunger for pleasure unyielding. He fucked each actress in a myriad of positions, his body a tempest of desire, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies.

Amelia, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, moaned as Wang Jian entered her, his

body moving in a relentless rhythm. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her with a fierce intensity.

Penelope, her body trembling with desire, arched into his touch, her moans filling the room

as Wang Jian explored her most sensitive spots. He entered her, his body moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his hands gripping her hips, leaving bruises that would serve as reminders.

Fiona, her fiery hair a symbol of her passion, cried out as Wang Jian brought her to the edge of

ecstasy, his tongue and fingers driving her wild. She begged and screamed for release, her body arching in pleasure as he dominated her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Elspeth, her graceful form a testament to her strength, moaned as Wang Jian's mouth

explored her most intimate core, his tongue bringing her to the edge of climax before pulling back, leaving her wanting. She cried out as he entered her, his body moving in a relentless rhythm, his hips slamming against hers.

Greta, her soulful voice a balm to the weary hearts, sang a melody of pleasure and desire as

Wang Jian dominated her, his body a tempest of passion. She cried out, her body convulsing in wave after wave of bliss as he brought her to the peak of pleasure.

The hours melted away, and the room became a mess of tangled sheets and sweat-drenched

bodies. Wang Jian's desires remained insatiable, his hunger for pleasure unyielding. He fucked each actress in a myriad of positions, his body a tempest of desire, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere became charged with a mix of celebration and anticipation. Wang Jian knew that the real celebration was yet to come. With the USA and Russia under his control, he was poised to shape the future of the world.

And as he reveled in his victory, surrounded by the most beautiful and voluptuous women in

the world, Wang Jian knew that his reign had only just begun. The world was his to shape, and he was determined to leave his mark on history.