Novel & Cerita Disgrace Novel Summary

She looked him up and down. “From being raised in confusion.” Grace inhaled sharply. Her father spoke before anyone else could. “if arrogance were currency, you would own this city.” Even one of the officers nearly smiled. The woman ignored him. She turned to Grace. “You rushed into marriage.” “You live with a man who is not the father.” “You deny bloodline.” “You parade stability while sitting in scandal.” Grace listened. Then answered quietly. “I may have made mistakes.” She took Johnny’s hand. “But at least mine were human.”

The man said with disgust to the alright heartbroken Grace. “Please… please no” she began to plead as the man pushed her on the floor still showing her his gun. Quickly, he raised her gown up spreading the crying Grace leg wide open as he force himself into her. Grace wasn’t a virgin but this was not what she wanted as the man was too rough with her, she try all best not to scream but the pain was much, the pain of Cynthia betrayal added to it so she began to scream in pain.

Grace tried hard not to let her mind sway but she was losing against that enchanting smell. 'The hell is wrong with me.' Grace frantically shook her head as that smell was tempting. It was pulling her towards itself and she was willingly dropping her weapons. "But you are keen on disobeying me." Xavier continued speaking. The sound of his boots accentuated her heartbeat. His voice, on the other hand, held disappointment. Grace couldn't resist herself from rolling her eyes. 'Jerk. My disobedience disappoints him then what about him murdering people?' She felt disgusted. Now she was loathing herself from trusting this man. Indeed, she made a huge mistake last night.

[This... is not the end. Not when there’s still a story aching to be told. These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood. Who has been there since the beginning. To the one unloved... To the one unseen... To the broken... To the Unwanted Grace... ...This is her story.] Chapter 77: Disgust The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.

Mom, on the other hand, was slowly losing herself mentally—she would refuse to eat or drink, only hugging the infant's remains that were pulled from the river. They both were sent to a nursing home as a result of their state of mind, paving the way for me to manage the company, and it flourished. … After work, I nodded to the staff on my way out. "Take care, Ms. Cooper!" "Goodbye, Ms. Cooper!" Their voices trailed behind me as I descended into the underground garage. I had barely stepped inside when a figure lunged out of the shadows. I jerked back just in time. It was a woman—disheveled, filthy, her face a map of scars. The patches of bare skin that showed were carved with dreadful marks, a

“Do you know what it felt like? Do you have any idea? Seeing that common girl, that… that peasant, beside Ethan! The humiliation, Grace! The absolute, gut-wrenching humiliation of seeing her, a complete nobody, occupying a space that is rightfully mine! I am not a Malcovich. I have no power in that family, and this little nobody is making me feel small and weak. You were supposed to find out her identity. You were supposed to find a weakness. You were supposed to do your one job, the very thing I pay you a fortune to do, and you failed.” Grace flinched, her body tensing, her knuckles white where she clutched a leather-bound folder. She felt a deep, profound fear. She had seen what Miriam did

He thought for a moment before continuing. "Their conceit overwhelms me. They think and act like they are the most perfect, dignified, flawless persons in the world. I can't stand such hypocrisy any longer." "One could hardly blame them for that. Your family has an impeccable reputation for hundred of years. Thus far they has never been touched by any scandal or indignity. No wonder they despise me. I was born from misdeed, I live in disgrace, and now I've been soaking in scandal." He squeezed her hand gently in his hold.

Her pace was uneven, her legs trembling from soreness but she kept moving, ducking into corners whenever she heard voices, determined to reach her own cabin unseen. --- Across the hallway, in another room, Vivian woke up with a start. Frustration and embarrassment washed over her as she realized who she had gone to bed with. With a sharp breath, she yanked herself out of bed, clawing at her hair in disbelief. The man on the bed stirred, stretching lazily, a satisfied grin on his lips. It had been long time since he'd been with a woman, much less a rich, striking one like Vivian.

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.