Hard Noble Lady 소설 & 이야기

A tall woman with dark hair and a dress made of expensive gold lace stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a mean spirit as she pointed a finger at the quiet couple standing near the fountain. "It is a total insult to every lady of high birth in this kingdom that a common servant who spends her days scrubbing floors and emptying trash has been chosen for such a high position. She does not have the strength of a warrior or the grace of a leader, and I cannot believe that George would throw away his future for a weak omega who probably cannot even shift into a proper wolf," the noblewoman said. She looked at her friends for support, and they all nodded their heads while making loud clicking s

The lady immediately scowled when she saw Timothy shirtless and reaching out to touch me. She wordlessly strode forward and, without warning, slapped me so harshly that my head turned to the side. I was utterly blindsided, but the slap had also snapped me out of my emotional haze. The lady then raised her hand to slap me yet again. This time, I grabbed her arm as it swung toward me and squeezed it. The lady's face twisted in anger from the pain. Agatha Fairchild was born into a prestigious family. Then, she married the head of the Hardwell family and became its matriarch. For as long as she had lived, no one had dared give her attitude, let alone physically harm her.

Katheryn and Acheros had arrived at the mansion. From the moment they got in the car until they were in front of the main door, Katheryn kept her cynical face on. But her cynical face looked even more sinister when she heard what the butler said, "Sir, Miss Nicolette has come here and is waiting for you now in the living room." Acheros nodded his head. He turned his head back to look at Kath, but the woman quickly walked past him. Seeing that, Acheros could only take a deep breath.

The man, with a dismissive attitude, replied, “I’m not anything special. I just want to tell you that judging a refined young lady isn’t about how much she looks like a nouveau riche with money plastered all over her.” “A true refined young lady exudes inner grace, taste, and a noble aura from deep within. The elegance you see in every gesture and movement is what truly defines her. It’s like that girl named Isabella over there, who’s leagues above this kind of vulgar imitation.” He pointed at Cynthia as if she were a pile of garbage and covered his nose. “All I smell from you is a cheap, tacky odor.” ***

“Oh, Moon Goddess… if I could just catch a whiff of the ruler’s scent today, my life would be complete!” The rogue werewolf, whose ribs had just been broken, clutched his chest and spat in my direction. “Selena! If it weren’t for Lady Aria’s generosity, a low-born she-wolf like you would never get to smell a pureblood Alpha in your entire life! If I were you, I’d be on my knees, bare your neck, and bow to Lady Aria! Maybe then she’ll reward you with some lowly job sorting herb scraps and marry you off to a strong warrior like me. I earn dozens of contribution points every month!”

"We are here." Nathan got off followed by Hilda. When she step out of the car, she was met with the sight was a lady in a light green ball gown and a pair of glass heels. Holding her hemlines in her arms, the lady walked happily to Nathan.

An action every Noble's personal omega immediately mirrored, taking their positions beside their mistresses; I couldn't help noting they were all older than Nayla. "Good morning," I began, then waited for the file of omegas that had just entered to finish setting the table. A cup of steaming hot tea before me, I continued, introducing myself, "Hello, everyone, I'm Hilda Miller from the Stillmoon pack." A tall, blonde-haired Noble with a dainty air about her looked me up from over the rim of her cup, her eyes lined with dark eyeliner. She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't."

I wasn’t about to stand by and let them treat us this way. Mr. Bernard leaned in closer, his eyes blazing. “Do you know who this young lady is?” he demanded, gesturing to me with a sweep of his hand. “Or are you visually impaired? This is Nina, heiress of Liberty’s Enterprises, one of the most powerful families in New York.” I offered a cool smile, feeling a flicker of satisfaction as the bouncers paused, eyes widening slightly as they looked me over. But their reaction wasn’t what I’d expected. Instead of letting us through, they exchanged skeptical glances, their mouths twisting into sneers.

Although, she was able to compose herself once again like an elegant woman she is, she was still fumbling with her feather fan. The happy lady watched as the noblewoman walked inside the store. When the noblewoman was finally out of her sight, the lady crumbled on the ground, or rather, it was her heart that disintegrated. “The stationery sure is heavy.”

A smile appeared on her face as she walked briskly. Over the next few days, Lady Cecilia Longhorn continued to wander around among the noble ladies. She was still the most noble lady who was surrounded by the stars and the moon. She went to the shopping mall, bought jewelry, and played in the meditation room, drinking tea, and the theater. Beside her, there was no shortage of ladies of aristocratic families who had rich families and were elegant and beautiful. Everyone knew that the mute wife of the Fergusons had been eliminated. Although Blake had been married once and had a son, it did not hinder the girls from favoring him.