A Woman Scorned Novels & Stories

"He stood there and watched, then supported his girlfriend by asking me to leave. He will never have my forgiveness. Right now, I don't feel anything but hatred for him, and he will get a taste of his own medicine." She paced for continuously, holding the sides of her head as though preventing from exploding. "He may look down on me because I'm a woman. What can she possibly do? He might say," she continued, her voice rising with conviction, "but I will remind him why Shakespeare added the phrase 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Bentley thinks he can treat me like that and get away with it? He's got another thing coming." Keon swallowed hard, knowing

Men in the village hosted a private gathering, where I was the only woman present, and the only dish served on their table for the night. At the peak of their debauchery, I sank my teeth into one of the wealthy clients. A bloodcurdling howl of pain tore through the villa, and for the first time in a while, I smiled so hard that the corners of my lips curled up in a genuine grin. That moment cost me as I was swiftly locked away. Later, I learned that Rodrick and Colby had apologized, smiling ingratiatingly as they did so.

I had hidden my own career, my own dreams, and my own identity just to be the woman he needed. "She left you at the altar, Silas," I reminded him, my voice trembling. "I was the one who stayed. I was the one who took care of you when you were sick. I am your wife." "You were a placeholder," he snapped. He stepped closer, his shadow covering me. "Don't get confused. You came from nothing, and it's time you return to nothing. Seraphina is a queen. You? You’re just the girl who looked enough like her to stop a scandal."

Selena whispered with fake concern but satisfactory smirk. No one moved to help. The whole world, even her own mother Cassandra stood among the scorners. “Wearing the same dress as your cousin? Really? How desperate can you get?”Isabel’s eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. Loretta’s voice followed, “She just doesn’t know her place.” They had planned to disgrace her and they served it cold to her. Murmurs rippled through the hall. People leaned close to each other, whispering behind their hands but not lowering their voices enough for her to escape it. Their scornful looks swept over her like knives.

"What's the point of keeping a woman who can't even fulfill her most basic duty?" A sob bubbles up in my throat, but I swallow it down. I begged then, humiliated myself in ways I never thought possible. I gripped his hands, fell to my knees in his office, pleaded for another chance. But Arav Khurana is not a man who keeps what is broken. So he signed the papers and left me with nothing but the cold, harsh reality of my failure. Now, I am nothing. No man will want me. No billionaire will take a barren woman as his wife. The same people who pitied me, who praised my resilience, will now whisper behind my back, calling me pathetic, worthless, tainted.

he added. “And how would I be of help to you? Why would you want to help me take revenge on Henry?” I asked. “I have scores to settle with your ex-husband, and I intend to use you to settle those scores. To put it more bluntly, your anger towards Henry is beneficial to me, and as the saying goes, there’s nothing more dangerous than a scornful woman,” he responded, and I didn’t know when I let out a dry, bitter laugh. I may not have been offended when he called me foolish earlier, but it certainly did not feel good to hear him refer to me as a scornful woman. It felt as though he just stepped on the last bit of pride I had left.

The woman disdainfully measured Sabrina, and her tone sounded like she was talking down to an animal, “You have your pajamas on, and your hair is so unkempt. Where did you come from?! Did you come to sell your body? Someone like that stepping on my foot? Do you have any diseases or illnesses? Ah… How disgusting, go away, go away, go away!” The woman pinched her nose before retreating a few steps, continuing to berate Sabrina, “Woman, distance yourself from me! You were so smelly when you talked to me! Get away from me! I’m so disgusted!” Sabrina was speechless. She looked up and looked at the woman properly.

she accused with hatred in her voice. I raised a brow and folded my arms on my chest. I remembered the phrase, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." This was what was happening to Lolla now. She was willing to do anything out of anger. I took a deep breath and maintained a composed face and stance.

"And once I've killed Hartford for you, you'll spend the rest of your days on the shelf. Polite society won't want to receive a woman who's been involved in a scandal." "Scandal doesn't seem to have hurt you!" "No, and this won't either." A slightly malicious smile curled his mouth. "It may not be exactly fair, my lady, but I have a distinct advantage over you." "Damn you!" Her voice was a strangled sob, and her hands tightened into fists at her side as she realized the truth of his words. "Damn you!" She said again, glaring at him with injured pride and the aching awareness that he'd sensed her response to him. "Get out! And don't ever come back!"

the woman insulted, spitting on the asphalt to express her disgust. "You...!" growled Susan in annoyance as the woman in front of her spat. "What are you! Want to get angry, here you want to fuck all the girls here. Now they hate you so much that some of them even want you to leave here!" the woman scolded even more fiercely than Susan. "Look at the consequences of your actions, this is just this much let alone later. Get ready to be humiliated by your man's legal wife," the woman taunted, pulling the towel used by Susan to cover her hair which was now cut irregularly.