An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

Mystery Bride" the tabloids had been whispering about all day. Damian slipped a possessive arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. Smile, Aara, he whispered through gritted teeth as he nodded to the cameras. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and the smell of old money. Men in tailored suits and women dripping in jewels turned their heads as they walked by. The whispers followed them like a trail of smoke. Is that her? "I heard she was a commoner." "Look at the way she’s holding onto him. Clearly a gold digger." Aara kept her head high, her nails digging into her palms. She felt like a specimen on display. At the center of the room, seated on a velvet chair

She rolled her eyes, and I instantly kept quiet. To think I came filled with anger, and now I was wondering how she was… unusual. “So, there's a mysterious lady that is of noble background, but no one knows who she is exactly, and they don't address her in a special way, but her name is Estelle.” Hyacinth said. “And Estelle likes to tease her, and make her… long story short, they're fucking.” Hyacinth revealed. “And that felt like it actually happened.” “I see why you would say that, but it proves nothing.” I said, hoping I was right.

Not the viper who had wrung every drop of pain and humiliation from her existence. She would not be seen like this—pregnant, veiled, vulnerable. Never again. “Tell me,” Sandra said mockingly, her eyes glinting with cruel delight, “how ugly must your face be that I would find offense at it? Is there really a woman more repulsive than Lord Barbara himself? Hahaha!” Her laughter rang out, sharp and cutting. A chorus of giggles followed from the noble ladies who lingered nearby, eager to echo Sandra’s cruelty. “Unveil her,” Sandra commanded, a wicked smile tugging her lips.

At least the lady's company served a breath of fresh air. Though servants surrounded them from a respectful distance, the young lady showed no sign of discomfort. “Doesn’t it smell sweet, my lady?” he said, starting yet another conversation. “Apple tea is perfect for the season.” Lady Sylvia raised her cup, the arc of her arms elegant and practiced. It was yet another mystery about her. ‘There’s no doubt that she lived in the slums.’ But the movements of this young lady from the slums proved completely different. ‘She’s a commoner.’

She was currently washing her hands on the sink. I felt nauseous. What I obviously meant by women stuffs—is menstruation; quite a torture for women. I was about to enter one of the stalls, when all of the sudden, the lady walked towards me, facing me with those brown eyes of hers. "Are you perhaps, Charlotte Hayes?" She asked, with a soft tone. I nodded my head in a gentle manner as a response, and said, "Oh, yes, I am." "You're quite the beauty.." she mumbled, looking at me from the bottom to the top; as if she's observing my appearance. It felt weird for some reason, yet I couldn't pinpoint why. "Maybe that's why," she continued, "You managed to catch his interest."

My gaze caught sight of a shorter man wearing a suit—Clyde, my butler. He quickly strode toward the railing and grabbed the elbows of the two women. I saw their shoulders slump then. The wide smile of the first woman vanished,replaced with a frown. The second dissed Clyde by pulling her elbow away and flipping her hair like a typical bitch. Bitch. The whole fiasco was left unnoticed by Lucien, for his eyes were still on me. Tsk, insensitive bastard, but why do I feel this way? Why do I feel relieved that he didn’t accept the clear sexual offer of these women?

ANDREA As they walked up the stairs, I waited right in front of the room I had chosen earlier I had to make sure it was Nicholas walking up the stairs and not just some random stranger he’d sold me to. When they finally emerged, it was Nicholas and an unfamiliar lady. His shirt was untucked,the top buttons undone, revealing his chest….beside him with her hands locked under his elbow was a lady. Beautiful…blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders. She was wearing a very short revealing gown and I must admit,her curves were a little too perfect.

She looks at me up and down, scrutinizing me " What kind of… creature caught his eye so completely that he forgot his duty.” Suddenly I felt self conscious in the luxury silk lavender spaghetti strap nightwear that flattered my body. Sloane bristled. “Miss.... Lady" She says not bothering to ask for her name. " Unless you’re here to bring more food or clean the floors, turn around and close the door as you leave.” The lady's eyes slid to Sloane, her gaze dripping disdain. “Ah! The half-breed. No doubt House Malvore is generous to take in charity cases.”

It was now set my turn; the lady brought out a sleeveless gown with a hug opening at the back; it was too showy for me, I couldn't wear that. "Ma'am, may I get another dress? I asked humbly; the lady turn and she look at lulu eyes, it was giving me a judgmental glare; she turn to the lady and asked her not to pay attention to me; the lady is confused but did as Lulu said and left. "What's your problem?" I said angrily to her; she fit her face to me and said; "I'm sorry, do you not ever want to be called sexy for once."

She was completely nude, her posture relaxed and arrogant. The air in the room was thick, but not with the familiar scent of cedar and rain. It was choked by a cloying, heavy perfume—lilies and musk—that felt like an intrusion. In the center of the room stood a woman Ellie had never seen, but whose arrogance was instantly recognizable. A gown of shimmering gold silk lay puddled on the rug like a discarded trophy, and the woman stood there, draped in nothing but her own vanity, her back turned to the door.