Novel & Cerita Disgrace Novel Summary

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET CHAPTER 2 Grace Being dragged roughly by these strange mafia men, barefoot and scantily clad didn't feel much better than being stuck with Father. This has to be the most horrible decision I've made in my entire twenty years. “Can you be more gentle? I can walk on my own.” I said trying to catch my breath as two brute-looking fellows dragged me and gave no sign of having heard me talk. Both were bald but one seemed taller and muscular while the other was rather fat and a few inches shorter.

"So, all this time, you were just using me?" "What is there to be proud of in a woman like you? Not pretty, not sexy. I was forced to marry you. Unfortunately, your family decided to throw you away without even a penny from the company." Glara shook her head, staring at Damian in disbelief. She truly didn't recognize the Damian standing before her now. "Just wait, both you and your mother will regret this!" Glara said as she carried her son and walked away from Damian, who watched her with a cynical smile.

He stammered. " I have no idea what happened but thanks to your stupidity, the whole of Winchester already knows about what happened years ago and last night. And the story is so twisted, Serena is regarded as the whore here! The paper says she seduced both brothers!!" She threw at him, anger dripping from her word. Gerald could only stare ahead, his gaze unseeing. " Congratulations Gerald. But you just succeeded in ruining everything I've spent years to grow."

The servants she met earlier had welcomed her so warmly… So why were these people, who had supposedly looked for her, not happy to see her? It must be my fault again… Danice had been suddenly dragged away from the only house she had ever known. Her first ride in a car, then the dizzying sight of the world from above, blinding lights, and mouthwatering food—all of it had left her overwhelmed by the unknown. For a fleeting moment, she had believed maybe Melda was right, maybe this new life would be better. But the glamorous people she thought would welcome her looked at her only with disgrace and disgust. It was no different from the Zagar household.

"If someone crosses your boundaries, don't be afraid to say no. If you stay silent when someone tries something small, they'll keep testing how far they can go until they reach their ultimate goal. In the end, it's always the girl who pays the price. Nobody cares about who the bad guy is. All eyes will be on the victim. Stand tall, and never let them win." One day, after picking up my daughter from school, I saw a new homeless man wandering the streets. It was David. After losing the lawsuit to me, many of his employees resigned, and the company soon went under. His wife, disgusted with him, kicked him out of their home. He had no choice but to join Lisa and Henry under the bridge. As for me

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.

Shakily, she said, "W-What now, Jackie? Is it true? Your company's bankrupt?" Jackie flung her hand away like it was a disease. His eyes were filled with hostility. "Now you panic? You just had to show your face and embarrass yourself! This wouldn't have happened if you had just stayed put!" The roar made Yvonne shiver, and tears welled in her eyes, but she noticed the crowd's scorn for her. She held her tears in. A moment ago, she was the picture of elegance, but now she was panicking and looked nothing like a noble lady.

A low murmur rippled through the control room. Grace continued, voice steady despite the tightness in her chest. “My mother uncovered financial misconduct at the highest levels of the Hayes Group more than fifteen years ago. When internal channels failed, she faced a choice—go public and risk being erased entirely, or disappear and preserve the truth until it could no longer be buried.” “Disappear… intentionally?” the anchor asked. “Yes,” Grace said. “To survive. And to protect me.” The silence was deafening. Phones buzzed wildly off-camera. Someone cursed under their breath.

My cheeks burned with humiliation as I hung there, hair dangling and ass on full display to anyone brave enough to look. “Adrian, please- everyone’s staring!” I hissed, twisting my body, trying to push off his shoulder. My nails dug into his back through his shirt. “This is insane! You can’t just-” “Watch me,” he growled low, the vibration rumbling through his chest into my belly. His large hand came down firmly on the back of my thighs, pinning my legs tighter and sending a shameful spark straight between them. “You’re done playing nurse to that worthless fucker. You’re mine, Grace. And I don’t share.”

I skidded to a halt in disbelief in time to avoid the dirt flying into the air. ‘I am out of shape,’ Grace breathed, ‘oh goddess, I was so easily beat. How will I ever show my face again?’ I tasted disappointment on my tongue, felt it in my bones and saw it in the way my wolf’s head drooped. It seemed she wanted so desperately to hide her face. I didn’t think a simple run would produce such an effect but her pride had been crushed. Was this the pride of an alpha the books often spoke about? ‘Let’s just go home,’ Grace said, ‘I’m tired anyway.’