Disgrace Novel Summary Novels & Stories

Her demeanor radiated a sense of resolution and satisfaction that couldn't be concealed, and her grin was a testament to the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders. With a theatrical sigh, she sank into her seat, reveling in the newfound peace that enveloped the mansion in Ayana's absence, a feast smiling at their faces awaiting to be dovered as the celebrations commenced. It was as if a dark cloud had finally been lifted, allowing the De’Mario family to bask in the sunshine of their own righteousness. “Phew! The disgrace is gone. We can now live in peace and harmony like before, and we don’t have to lie to people anymore about her whereabouts. I don’t know how we have managed this f

I knew that on more than one occasion things had almost gone too far. Almost. My wolf growled, the noise vibrating through my temples, reminding me that Grace was not ours, had never been ours. She had shown us that all too clearly. When we had been ready to lay our heart on the table, she had stomped all over it, bursting it under her stiletto heel as she offered herself to another. A wolf that she should never have been messing with but it seemed that she couldn't help herself. She's disgusting, I reminded myself as the headlights on the car slammed shut and the sound of gravel crunching underneath soft shoes became louder.

A silent nod from him is all I get and I continue with my story. "Okay, I will start from the start. Anahita Bua fell in love with a man when she was in college, but Grandma was against her relationship. She thought that it would bring disgrace to our family if Bua marries to someone from her choice. But bua was adamant, so she fled with the man and got married to him secretly, but Grandma disowned her. Bua was heartbroken but she left the house and then both of them settled in Dehradun and a few months later she got pregnant with Ana. "

And then I sat on the floor, my back against the cabinet, and I thought about what Daniel had said. You are a disgrace. The word echoed in the empty room. Disgrace. I had been called many things in my life. Ruthless. Ambitious. Successful. Dangerous. But never a disgrace. Not until tonight. I finished the drink and set the glass down. Daniel was wrong. I wasn't a disgrace. I was a man who had been wronged. A man who had given everything to a woman who threw it away. A man who was fighting for what was his.

To her? Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she thought about the sacrifices she had made for him, the trust she had placed in him. Emma felt like she was living in a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up. As Emma lay on the bed, her mind replayed the events that had led her to this moment. She couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal, the sense that her father had sold his own daughter's organs. The thought made her stomach churn with anger and disgust.

"This is the divorce paper between Ms. Zoe and Mr. Henry. For keeping a family of two others while still married to her, and you wouldn’t even let her be a mother, Mr. Henry, do you really think you deserve to call yourself a husband?" Henry, a powerful figure in the business world, stood trembling under Grace’s accusations, unable to respond. All he could do was stammer, his body shaking, trying to explain to Grace. "I… I do love her…” Grace sneered and shook her head. "Love? After everything you’ve done, how dare you even use that word." "I’ve said too much," Grace continued, her voice cold. "Henry, you have zero conscience." With her job done and words said, Grace turned and left without

He loved going mute when I was offended, and now he needed a taste of his own medicine. “I did what I had to do,” “Do you call disgracing and abusing my name what you had to do?” He asked in unbelief. “Disgrace? You're talking about disgrace? How dare you! I'm not the one fornicating publicly with a young girl! You took advantage of her naivety, and you're still doing it! You left your wife for another! You disrespected our marital bed! You can't keep your marriage in one piece! You publicly longed for another man's woman last night. You couldn't hide your shame, but I'm the disgrace? If you want to find who's disgracing, and tarnishing our name, look in a fucking mirror!”

I choked out. Grace’s eyes widened in shock. "What? When? How could he?" She pulled me into a hug, her warmth a shield against the cold reality. "Tell me everything." I poured out the entire story, my voice trembling with each word. Nicholas marking me, the confusion, the pain, the overwhelming feelings of betrayal. Grace listened intently, her grip on me tightening as I recounted the details. "I don't know what to do," I finished, my voice breaking. "I'm so lost, Grace."

“What if something had happened on the way? Are we going to explain to public that cravings led her to the arms of another man?!” “The young man was only helping me, after seeing my state.” Camille explained. “And the other lady? Why did you pick a fight with her?” Camille burst into tears. “She mocked my looks and my big belly. I guess the media didn't capture that for you, Adrian.” Adrian sighed. “How could you think I'd go out cheating in my current state. What man would even agree to that?” Camille sobbed. “If only that young man's face was clearly captured, he'd have known better than to touch the daughter-in-law of the Whitmore family next time.” Richard low voice came from the backgro

I gasped as the remaining half of the plate stayed in my hand, and terror washed through me as the realization hit. Margaret. Those were her favorite dishes. “What in the world did that despicable, disfigured, crippled creature destroy again?” That was Margaret's disdainful voice. My hostile mother-in-law. I jerked back. God, just when I thought I was out of trouble for the day. Dorcas ran to me but stopped abruptly when Margaret and Harper, her younger daughter, walked into the room, scanning the piece in my hand and the broken one on the floor. “You broke yet another plate? What in the universe is wrong with you? Are you this useless, that you just can't get anything right?” Margaret fired