Disrespectful Synonym の小説・ストーリー

My mom tends to speak the truth no matter what the occasion it is. When my boyfriend visits our family, Mom makes small talk with him happily. "Tiffany once contracted HPV when she was in her second year of college. Please don't judge her for that. Haha!" When my friend comes over to hang out with me, Mom leans in to take a closer look at her face. "With those high cheekbones and hollow cheeks, you've got 'short life' written all over your face! I guess only Tiffany is willing to hang out with you." Later on, I finally nailed a job as a governmental employee after putting in hard work for half a year. During the background check, Mom starts running her mouth about the "truth" again. "I think there's something wrong with Tiffany's moral ethics. First of all, she loves lying. Second of all, she's disrespectful to me. If your department does end up hiring her, you've gotta be careful." Undoubtedly, I get disqualified because of her words. That's when I get into a huge fight with Mom. But that woman has the audacity to talk back to me. "All I did was speak the truth about you! The fact that your department doesn't want you means that you lack the capability! Don't ever think that you get to pin the blame on me!" I fall silent at her words. Since Mom loves telling the truth that much, I might as well use the truth to destroy her.

Six years ago, she saved his life. And for six years he had searched desperately for her, but it was as if she had vanished from the face of the earth. Just as he was about to suspect that it was all a dream, she unexpectedly walked up to him and said, "I am Andrea Aguero, your fiancée." *** Andrea Aguero, the world-famous mysterious doctor, went on a journey alone, carrying a souvenir, to fulfill her grandmother's last wish by finding her arranged fiancé. Deep down, she secretly hoped the man would reject her. But when she actually meets him, things get out of hand! *** Andrea swallowed and looked up at Sebastian, then asked, "Mr. Munoz? Will you marry me?" She was still anticipating the man's rejection. "What if I'm not interested?" Inwardly ecstatic, Andrea managed to maintain a calm exterior and said, "That is my grandmother's intention, but if you are not willing, I will not force you to marry me.I will return the pendant to you and the marriage contract will be null and void." The words were spoken with great politeness - excellent, mission accomplished! But suddenly Sebastian moved closer to her, a small smile playing on his lips. "But... my family is extremely strict about integrity, and since my grandfather has already made this deal, it would be disrespectful for me to refuse, and my refusal would make it appear that my family doesn't keep its word." This statement immediately put Andrea on high alert, her eyebrows furrowing as she asked, "So..." "So...let's get married." Sebastian dropped a bomb in a quiet tone. How could that be!

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Loud mourning is taboo among the Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.