Disgrace Novels & Stories

She added, asking for her forgiveness. This time around, we weren't just ashamed ourselves because of the news of our shameful and disgraceful act which had gone viral on the net and all over the city, but because we had managed to ruin our reputations, and that of our family. "You father had disowned you two. You no longer have what it takes to bear the name, 'Vales.' Not anymore. I am deeply disappointed in you both, for you've brought me nothing but shame. Goodness, how could you stoop so low as to commit such an act? Not only did your actions go beyond immorality resulting to pregnancy, you also took a life. You both committed murder. You got your hands st

The petals were crushed instantly by the restless shuffle of feet. “Why?” The word tore from me, broken, trembling. For a moment, he hesitated. A cruel kind of hesitation, as if deciding whether I deserved the truth. Then his gaze met mine, cold and merciless. “Because you’re not enough. You never were. This was a mistake.” The world tilted. My ears rang with the weight of his words. I could feel hundreds of eyes piercing me, stripping away every shred of dignity I had left. My mother gasped, clutching at her pearls as though they could save her from the shame. My father’s fists clenched on the pew, fury and humiliation burning in his glare. A woman in the front row covered her mouth, deligh

I didn’t care if she would piss herself out of fear, what she just said to David was unacceptable. She looked at David, this time her gaze was somehow soft and it was obvious that she was regretting what she had just said. Perhaps not because she believed that she was wrong to say that, but because she was now in trouble. Being on the bad side of a royal would not be something anyone would want to do. Especially if that person is directly related to the throne. She averted her gaze before whispering a weak “sorry” which was barely audible. “Louder! Apparently, your disrespect was way louder than that.” I hissed.

The call ended. Viola’s phone slipped from her hand, clattering onto the floor. For a moment, she just stared at it, her body trembling, tears burning behind her eyes, not from heartbreak this time, but humiliation. She had been used by every man who had ever claimed to love her. Nathaniel. Dante. All of them had taken, consumed and mercilessly discarded.

Aluxious gritted out. "Grieve? You fucking cheated on me and you dare dang her in front of my face like a trophy? You now want me to grieve?" Aluxious' shoulders slumped and he hung his head. "Nothing I say will take your pain away. I'm really sorry, Freya. I betrayed you. As I said, I can't change what happened. I can only hope that you move and lead a life with someone who treats you better than me." Freya's nostrils flared. She opened and closed her mouth. "So, that's it? You want me to throw away all these years of memories and move on?" Tears sprang free as she looked between them.

"Don't get me wrong. When I said I wanted to sever all ties with you, it wasn't a threat or anything. I mean it." Dad clenched his fists in anger, and the disgust was evident in his eyes. "Alright then! Very well! Since that's what you want, then I'll grant you your wish! Laura Jackson, from this moment onwards, you're no longer a member of the Jackson family!" All the journalists present didn't expect things to turn out this way. They looked at each other in a daze. "Laura, why did you make such a wish?" "Are your parents or Lily mistreating you? The Jackson family is the richest family in the country. You did a good thing. Why are you punishing yourself by severing all ties with the Jackso

"But at least he knows what kind of a daughter you are. An ingrate who doesn't appreciate the beauty of what you have. I bet he will think thrice before I'm trusting to again." Ooh, this cursed bitch has some balls to open our mouth at me? Really? Like the fuck? "At least I am not a rotten immoral whore who any parent would be so ashamed of, except for mother here. And if I remember correctly, an apple doesn't fall far from its tree. Makes me wonder where my father got you two from. From koinange?" "Those are serious insults, young girl. Watch it!" Gracia fumes. "They better be insults because if I find out that you are in any way putting a stain on my father's name, you'll get it from me."

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure as their eyes—or what I imagined were their eyes—bore into us. "Magnus Hale and Riana Devereaux," one of them began, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the hall. "Your recent actions have brought disgrace to this pack." I bristled at his words, my spine straightening as a surge of indignation coursed through me. Disgrace? The word echoed in my mind, fueling the fire of my growing frustration. How could defending myself, standing my ground, be seen as disgraceful? My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to suppress the biting retort

My loyalty, her disappointment and relief could be easily seen in her brown eyes but I chose not to let it bother me much. I knew that the bloody ‘L’ word was quite unlucky for me and it was going to bite me in the ass if I let it consume me. Last time I said that, I ended up being an orphan. My father didn’t give two shits whether we loved him or not, he was too consumed by his greed for money and my mother was nothing without him.

The laughter faded behind me as I walked, stomach in knots. Grace had cried? Madame Delance was angry? But none of it was about remorse. None of it was about me, or the baby, or how any of this had destroyed something sacred inside of me. It was about image, control and silence. Madame Delance’s empire couldn’t afford scandal, and I was just a crack in the marble she was desperate to polish over. I didn’t know what the next few days would hold, if Tristan would face backlash for confronting Grace, if Madame Delance would retaliate behind closed doors.