Humiliation From Miss Alika Mga Nobela at Kwento

“So this is it? You cut me off completely? After everything?” “Yes,” Selena said firmly. Her voice didn’t shake. “Leave me alone. For good.” For the first time, Alia’s mask cracked. Her smile was sharp, her eyes cold. “Be careful what you wish for,” she whispered, and walked out. Selena exhaled, her palms damp. She knew this wasn’t the end. Alia never walked away without a plan. That evening, Alia called Emma. Her voice was low, controlled, but underneath was the same rage Selena had seen in her eyes. “She dismissed me,” Alia hissed. “Like I was nothing. She thinks she’s untouchable now.”

Alicia said. Beatriz sounded confused as she responds, "Anything wrong?" "You know what's wrong... I gave you a week to get me back into the mansion and yet you still haven't fufilled that yet" Alicia paused then continued in an hush tone, "Do you know how it feels when you go out to a public place after having two failed weddings, everyone looks at me like I am some... some.. Alicia thought hard for a word, unable to find one she continued, "It's humiliating!"

Alice starts laughing, taunting her, "What happened, Angel? You were trying to fight back, and now you're crying. Look at how helpless you are in front of me. There's no point in resisting. Let me clean your dirty, smelly body. Didn't your mother Mary teach you that it's wrong to be dirty like this?" Alisha, a mess of tears, hiccups, and fear, whispers, "It's wrong... it's wrong." Her breathing becomes heavy, and her eyes close from a combination of fear and the blood loss she has suffered. After a few more hiccups and tears, she loses consciousness in the bathtub, in Alice's hands. “Dammit,”

It would have saved her so much hurt and pain. This time life really played a rude joke on her, because her period came just the next morning. If only it came a day earlier, she wouldn't have had to experience the unnecessary drama. Now not only she had lost face in front of the doctor and his wife, but she had also been terribly hurt by the following fight. The humiliation alone was enough to distress her, but the one thing that stung her the most was his insult. The cruel remark cut her right to the quick. It struck the deepest, most fragile part of her. She thought she had managed to develop a sense of dignity in spite of her shameful background, but deep down inside, she had a long stand

Only the lower part of her body was lucky enough to be shielded by the assessing eyes of every one. Alain clapped his hand once, only throwing Ansel a glance. “You’re a pretty thing, eh?” Then Klea slapped the Shadow Rose Alpha. This woman seems to be foreign to the idea of shame and respect. Klea has zero reservations in really embarrassing Alain in front of everyone. A Shadow Alpha was slapped by a Fire Moon Slave. It was enough to be the headline of gossip by tomorrow morning in all of Westfall. Even if Ansel himself wants to punch and challenge the Shadow Alpha and demand him to leave immediately, still he withholds himself from doing such an atrocity. And trouble.

In the hall, she discovered Joyena sitting and sobbing loudly for freedom as other staff were conversing. Rilika sensed tears welling up in her eyes even though she had not yet attempted to cry. Liam had destroyed the image she had cultivated for herself during her entire life. Rilika was humiliated in her eyes, which stung so much she was not sure if she still had any room for forgiveness; the only thing she would strive for was vengeance. But Liam was not done hurting her; as soon as she left the house in unkempt clothes, she was thundered by the glare of the camera and the sound of clicking, which made her realize that Liam had contacted the media to bring attention to her sorry state.

His eyes sharpened, sweeping over the marks on my body again, as if searching for proof they were drawn on. Emma's outstretched hand froze in midair. The pain and shock on her face slowly turned to confusion and hesitation. She looked at me, then at Priscilla, and finally turned her eyes to Hylton. Having been "played", Hylton frowned again as a look of anger flared up. He barked, "Alina, have you had enough? It's my mom's birthday! Did you really have to pull a stunt like this for sympathy and ruin everything?"

The camera zoomed in on her tear-streaked face, her tangled hair, her robe flapping as she disappeared into the city. “That bitch,” Tasha said under her breath. “You trusted her.” Alaya just stared. Her humiliation was now prime-time entertainment. “She even believed he was going to marry her,” Selena giggled. “Bless her heart.” “More like curse her dumbass,” the host replied. Tasha lunged for the remote, cursing, and switched off the TV. Alaya sat frozen, the sound of those cruel laughs echoing in her ears. Tears trickled slowly from her eyes. “What am I going to do, Tasha?”

Instead, he pulled Chloe behind him to shield her from the prying eyes of the crowd. And there I was, standing on the stage, enduring the judgmental stares, the whispers, and the ridicule from everyone around. “I’ve said it all along. Mr. Stevens never liked Lily James. Why else would he humiliate her so openly like this?” “Lily has no shame. How could she just stand there and take it with so many people watching?” “She’s such a doormat.” … Listening to the whispers around me, my face grew pale. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.

She sniffles, the sound disgustingly wet. “I’ll just…” Lilia sobs again, continuing her pity party for herself. “I’ll just return to Pack BloodyMoon, and pray my brother, the Alpha King, doesn’t find out about how I, his only baby sister, was treated here… I’m sure I’ll be fine…” Her whimpers fill the room. Alaric glances between the two of us for nearly two full minutes. No one speaks. The silence is punctuated by Lilia’s sniveling.