Novel & Cerita Disgrace Novel Summary

Lily blamed them for not handing over power sooner and complained that she had lived a hard life. They, in turn, cursed her for being ungrateful and heartless. The picture of them turning on each other made me want to laugh. Fortunately, it all had nothing to do with me anymore. I peacefully recovered from my injuries. On the day I was discharged, I heard more news about the Jackson family. My dad suffered consecutive blows, and his body could no longer bear the strain. On the day Lily's fixed-term sentence was handed down, he suddenly had a heart attack at home.

“Thank you.“ So is this it? I walk further inside and find a couch to sit on. It’s black and follows the overall theme of the room. Even the carpet and curtains are dark. What is he, a vampire? I’m tired… spent really. I realized that the moment Luca put me down but I did my best not to show it. My legs wobbled as we walked to this room but I didn’t want to be a burden. I lean down, placing my elbows on my knees. “How did it come to this?” A harsh laugh escapes my lips as I recall tonight’s events. In a span of a few hours, I went from being an heiress to a slave. Jean, that’s who I am now. Just Jean, for the Atwood name, has been destroyed. From being one of the most influential families in

She was disgusted by the sight. "Grace, this isn't what you imagined." Jackson tried to give an explanation. "I don't need any explanation. I don't care anyway." Grace said casually. She turned around and left. She felt that Jackson was a hypocrite because he was always accusing her of having an affair. While now she openly saw with her own eyes when Jackson brought Claire up to the bed. Jackson froze where he stood. Suddenly he felt a pain in his chest. Grace's indifference, as well as the disgusted look in her eyes, made him feel very sick. Why did it hurt so much when Grace no longer cared?

Nicole didn't snap or demand answers; instead, her anger dissolved into crushing grief. For years, she had carried the shame of believing her father was a ruined man driven by a petty, murderous grudge. Now, looking at the yellowed pages and meticulous notes, the entire foundation of her life shifted. Her hands trembled above the pages—the truth dismantling a lie she had believed for years.

he sniffed. "A man like me lost against his girl. lost against his emotinal strength. lost against his love－lost against his love, proved himself worthless and untrustworthy to his girl－prove himself weak against his girl." Grace looked down and let her sobs of relief come out of her throat. Her heart feels light, the shame and humiliation she felt that made an permanant place in her soul－suddenly lift up and lose her body. She feels light and lost that heaviness she has from years ago. She's free, free from the build up emotions and humiliation. Her body and heart are free from the tension.

She heard someone scream her name before blacking out. . . Fred had forgotten his wallet in the washroom together with his phone. He had realized soon enough and came back to get it. He had seen Ruth raise a bottle to drink. He realized too late that it was poison she took. He saw her slumped to the floor and screamed. He quickly carried her to the car and rushed her to the hospital. . .

Sweat slid from his temple. "The sad part," I said, looking into his eyes, "is that she waited, and you never came. You took Vivian Miller, the town councilman's daughter, to New York instead. You used my grandmother's scholarship documents, her life story, and her name. You became a Columbia professor. Vivian became the brilliant artist who escaped coal country." I lifted my hand and pointed at the woman beside him. "The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller."

I was the reason he ascended to a rank that would otherwise have been possible in his lifetime. Was he going to have to beg shamelessly? To be mocked and ridiculed by the same people he used to trample over? All it took was a couple of setbacks for his already meager flame to be reduced to all but a pathetic wisp of smoke. I had been too good to him. I always believed my sincerity would be rewarded. In the end, all I did was let the two vermin take advantage of me. They were freeloaders through and through. Elena went on with a faint tinge of helplessness in her voice, "As for Miss Elena… She seems quite displeased with the way things have turned out.

she whispered, voice raw. Lena sat across from her, eyes wet. “We’re so sorry.” “Don’t be.” Grace tried to wipe her face but it didn’t help. “I lost him a long time ago. I just didn’t know about it until tonight.” She told us everything, hands shaking around the mug of tea Eleanor gave her. Every time she mentioned the way he looked at her when he disowned her, her voice would break again. “He kept me completely in the dark. He let me think he was just this successful guy building something good.” She let out a bitter laugh through the tears. “Meanwhile he was drowning in all this hate.”

Dad has been nursing her at the hospital for the past five years, and the Charlie Mansion is just too empty without my precious sister, which is why I have moved to her workshop, which is also her burial ground. I had made the workshop just like she wanted because I owe her that much. I should at least protect her dreams since I failed to protect her. Her grave lay at the center of the apartment, and I feel closer to her, more like she is still with me whenever I wake up and see her grave. I care for her grave myself; I don't even let Zack near her. Although Dad had saved me from being killed, I still cannot forgive him for being late and getting her killed. We never wanted this life, and he