An Unseemly Lady Spoiler Novels & Stories

LIRA I turned a corner and almost ran straight into Lady Selena. Alpha Garrick’s sister. She stood in the middle of the hallway. Waiting. Like she knew I’d come this way. “There you are.” I tried to step around her. She shifted to block me. “Excuse me, my lady. I need to—” She stepped closer. Her perfume hit me in a heavy wave. I took a step back. “You disgust me,” she said. “You and your ugly clothes and your pathetic face. You think you’re special? You think buying you for three thousand coins means anything?”

I was snapped back to reality by the sound of My Lady's voice flushed to my ears. She was dressed into a silky cream nighties that barely passed her mid thigh, face different from the neck due to the large amount of makeup she caked on her face. However, all her tactics doesn't make any effect on Sir Alberet. "I'm sorry Lady Hilda. I was-"

One of the summoned ghosts, a lady in waiting killed for her habit of eavesdropping and spying on people and then casually revealing their secrets in front of everyone—a dangerous pastime in any era—was still hovering in front of me. “Whom did my uncle sleep with over the last three months?” “Baroness Airel. Viscountess Latour. Countess Jolin.” “And the only one pregnant is...” “The viscountess.” Carlie...what a spiderweb. I wondered who had been the first, my uncle or the viscount? Or had Carlie decided to use her condition? Before, I hadn’t questioned the ghosts about that, it had been too painful. It didn’t matter anymore, though.

Judy turned to Calvin and asked who scrambled like a chick being in face with an eagle. "She bought this place" Calvin said and the shock was evident in her face how could she afford to do that how could she even do that. "Look at what my affair brought me" Astrid said with a proud smirk on her face a well deserving response was one she gave her. "So what if you had an affair with a rich man,just stay away from my husband." Just said raising her chest at her, Astrid rolled her eyes and said. "I couldn't be less interested in your husband"

" I shout, shoving my hands into my hair in frustration. Lily smirks, shaking her head as she opens her bag and pulls out a set of photos. She slaps them down on the table, and my heart skips a beat as I see Jasmine's face staring back at me. "Go ahead, take a look," Lily says, her voice dripping with malice, as she points to the pictures. "I think you'll find them quite...enlightening." My mind racing, I hesitate, wondering what secrets the photos might reveal. But curiosity gets the better of me, and I pick one up, my heart pounding in anticipation. I don't want to look, but I can't help myself. The photos show Jasmine in bed with different men, clearly taken at various times. My heart sin

Still sleepy, she blinks at the screen and opens the alert mindlessly. Her heart skips a beat. The screen reflects her face, and the strong headline almost shouts at her: Elizabeth Carter: The Untold Truth Behind Her Rise—Scandal and Deceit Exposed. As her brain interprets the message, the words blur. She reads it once more. The reality? Which truth? Scrolling through the piece, her breath freezes as the words warp, twisting into unfounded charges. It depicts her as someone she does not know—vicious, cunning, ready to ruin everyone to advance. Half-truths, exaggerated facts, and just enough to make her seem guilty fill the narrative.

At least someone was happy in this place. And then, my mood soured fast. I spotted a man completely butchering a cake I’d made. Murdering it with his fork, to be exact. I silently grieved for the hours of effort wasted. *That beautiful cake... gone.* If I weren’t on shift, I’d have marched over and slapped that fork out of his hand. "Hey, you!" A sharp, annoying voice pierced my thoughts. I blinked, drawn back to reality. In front of me stood the woman from hell—an irritated, over-dressed lady with a scowl.

She refused to do anything until she was sure to rip out the money on me. "Thought you were joking initially," she snatched the money from my outstretched hands. I smirked, "do I look like I was joking?" "Come, press your thing in me," she laid back on her back, her breasts jumping as she fell. I should have been attracted by her curves and lithe figure, but her derriere only beckoned me to her. I chuckled. Sex these days to most ladies has lacked intimacy, she was an example. At least, Hilary was better.

I listened attentively, my heart pounding harder as every second passed. "She is not only naive but foolish," the cleaner muttered. "Everyone knows that Duncan and Annie are a couple. Miranda should have known she was just a sex toy." "I feel bad for Annie anyway," The other woman replied. "Is she even aware that her boyfriend's dick is for the whole company?"

It was time. The others followed behind me—Liam, Angora, and Alice—each of us feeling the weight of the moment. I’d been curious about Alice’s discovery earlier—her confusion about her wolf, her reactions. It wasn’t every day you met someone who’d spent her entire life unaware of her true nature. I wanted to know why her wolf had been suppressed, why she’d never met Lyra until now.