A Woman Scorned Mga Nobela at Kwento

My face flushed red. Giselle scoffed. “You’ll regret this, Lucian.” “The only thing I regret is meeting you.” Lucian hissed. “Oh really!” Giselle exclaimed, turning to me. “Let me make you understand one thing. Even if the media accept you, you’ll always be a lowlife, cheap asshole!” She spat. I felt sick. This was about a woman scorned, and that made her infinitely more dangerous Instead of fighting back, I just stared at her. “You're just a pained woman.”

“You looked like you just shit in your pants.” “This is real bad, you shouldn't have said that to her.” “Why? Do I look like I care about her anger?” “Oh you should Dylan. Because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

She was so angry she looked like she'd been turned to stone. The worst part? All of this was supposed to be her trap for Aria. It had backfired spectacularly. Now everyone was staring, judging, whispering. Even the women who used to flatter her shamelessly weren't holding back their glee, looking at her like she was a pathetic joke. She wanted to scream, to fight back—but she couldn't. Shoulders trembling, she curled into herself like a shamed creature desperate to crawl into a sewer. "Mr. Sloan says toss this disgusting woman out!"

He looked at Aine and she thought she caught a bit of sorrow, “But I think I’m over wanting vengeance, seeing as the woman wants blood.” Aine drew her brows together, “Blood?” “You heard me. The woman is sick in the head, she’s, how do you say it? A woman scorned.” “Well, that’s all cute and all.. but I don’t scorn anyone. She cheated, and I left. End of story.” “Yeah, we’ll. She doesn’t see it that way. She believed she has some kind of claim on you. And believes Aine is in her way.” “Well, that’s crazy,” Aine said quietly,

She, however, remained in a daze with her back against the glass door, her eyes staring fixedly ahead like a soulless doll. Splat! A banana peel fell on her head. Only then was she startled back into reality. She saw a woman in heavy makeup, pointing at her and yelling at her, “You sl*t, you’re a disgrace!” “A leopard can never change its spots, Sotiria Green! Hey, you’ll always be a joke!” “You disgraceful wh*re! What on earth does Mr. Larson see in you?” “Sigh! You horrible, indecent woman. Oh, my heart aches for Mr. Larson…”

"Then just like that, poof! He will disappear." My insides go cold at the chills I can hear in her voice. "He will leave you hanging, waiting, hating yourself and wondering what you bloody did wrong while he moves on with the next whore on his list. That, my dear, is exactly what Mason Lachlan does." I freeze with the realization that this woman must have known Mason personally at some point in her life. Could she be a scorned lover? "You know what? I have a really brilliant idea." Dread sits in my stomach as her maniacal laugh fills the room.

Chuckling in response, the sinister woman replied, “Please, we both know that he’ll never like me… He’s done everything that he could for you, and he’s even told the entire planet about our marriage! Do you two really think that I’m that stupid? Huh? That heartless man will definitely find a way to get back at me if I ever return, and knowing that, I can safely say that I don’t care about his love anymore! I just want everyone to suffer!” “This is the price to pay for humiliating me to no end…!” roared Whitney, much to Xavia’s dismay. After all, it was evident that this woman was long gone… Hell, she was arguably more deranged than Jenna! Though the situation was depressing enough, Xavia hon

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

“You must be joking, dude,“ one replied bitterly. “No, I'm not joking,”. Seriousness was present in his voice. “Please,” said another exasperatedly. ”just look at her, Do you think we came here looking for that kind of woman?” At those derogatory words, something broke inside her heart. She was a realist, so she had not had any illusions about that night, but even so, she felt sadness on hearing out loud what they thought of her. “She's fat,“ she knew that was what they wanted to say to her.

I've almost been raped but the scorned woman said she didn't want any of her men to touch me so I could be tight enough for all the men I would get to sleep with at the brothel I will be taken to eventually. The funny thing is, with every taunting word, every action, and every little thing I go through, I grow more hardened, more determined to live. If this is how people are reborn into criminals, then I'm going to be a living example and I'm not backing down. The scorned woman comes to see me every day expecting me to grovel and beg for freedom as well as for my life, but when she sees the blazing fire in my eyes and the determination, it only drives her around the bend and then she devises