An Unseemly Lady Spoiler Novels & Stories

Clarence continued, sending me a wink. "Oh, of course!" I retorted, "A gentleman calls a lady a saboteur! "What's not to respect in a saboteur?" he replied, "She's calm, collected, and strikes at the moment her foes least suspect." "Oh, you were referring to Litonia, then." Their reaction was immediate. Clarence laughed outright, and Masquerade had a hard time stifling his chuckles. "For shame, Miss Phillips," he said, trying valiently to remove the smile from his face.

MARIELLA was already there when she arrived at the restaurant. Fear was written all over her angelic face, and she looked very uncomfortable while looking around the place. At first glance, it would be hard to believe that an innocent-looking girl like her was a mistress. She looked too nice and timid to even think about having an affair with a married man. But, as they say, you can never really judge a book by its cover. Her soft and kind demeanor belied a scheming and shameless bitch, and she was about to teach her a valuable lesson the hard way.

as an older man comes walking in. I cant help but scoff as I advert my gaze. “I am Woo Soo Yun, the coordinator of this seasons Hunt.” he waves his arm and a cubical drone lowers from the ceiling hovering over the table. A three dimensional image of both carriages appear on the table. We see the guards motioning the women to leave. One by one the women are lead out onto the grass. The image disappears and now in front of each of us is an image of the woman we’ve selected. I can see her face isn’t filled with fear, but rather confidence. Interesting.

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

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.

The subtle shift in their presentation, a quiet acknowledgment of her seniority in the partnership did not go unnoticed. The room was filled with the usual power players, but tonight, all eyes were focused on the couple at the stairs. Whispers immediately circulated, fueled by the public knowledge of the crisis and the sudden, devastating implosion of Mr. Thorne’s empire. The first person to confront them was, predictably, William's Mother, Evelyn Williams. Evelyn dressed in a sweeping silk gown, was a master of subtle social sabotage. "Darling Mimi," Evelyn purred, offering a cheek for a kiss that missed its target. "We are so pleased you've recovered from your rest in the East Wing. Willia

"Are you sure, my lord? You already have 23 mistresses. Perhaps you would like to give this Lady Anna to Jean to marry." "No need. Jean doesn't like women. I know. He's in love with Erwin. Tell me, have you ever seen the Lady Anna?" "She's... the girl that stripped naked in public and shared her blood with the commoner days ago. Rumor has it that she was a witch. It would be unwise for you to make her your mistress." Lord Gardier smiled instead. "That girl... is very beautiful.” “A poisonous beauty.”

"If you really don't have the guts to oppose Lilian, you shouldn't have to do such a strange challenge. Because you will never be able to win against such a strong woman in this world. Because after all, this is something that is very, very impossible for you to do." "You have to know, Rose Merry is the most shameless woman in this world. That's why Rose Mary always acts as if she is the most exalted woman in this palace. It's so funny when one of those ordinary Wolf-men acts like she's the most perfect woman in the world.”

I managed a smile, intending to wave my hand in greeting, but I was too weak to lift my limb. "Step back from her, Christabel. And how many times have I told you there's no such thing as a mermaid?" an elderly man's voice responded sternly, pulling the young girl away from me protectively. "Bloody moon! No, she's so young. What could she be doing out here in the middle of nowhere? She needs our help," a young lady, presumably the man's mate and the girl's mother, exclaimed as she examined my unclothed form with concern.

"Our sweet daughter, Emily, is tired. We're leaving this disgusting place." Back in the lounge, Emily slept peacefully on the couch. After Arthur gently spread a blanket over her, he followed my gaze to the old marriage contract on the table. It was the one I had signed years ago. Its edges were now yellow with age. "Still can't let go?" he asked softly. I shook my head. He handed me a silver lighter and flicked it open. "Burn it," he said. I clicked the lighter, and a flame flared to life.