Humiliation From Miss Alika Novels & Stories

“ If I am not a girl then what am I ? “ said Ayla . “ No girl in her right mind behaves like you . You are at most are an old fashioned middle age woman . Even my grandma is more modern than you . “ said Aron pointing at madam Dahlia . When Ayla saw madam Dahlia again , she froze . He face became pale immediately . The fact that she had behaved in such a way in front of madam Dahlia made her face pale from embarrassment . Madam Dahlia could read Ayla’s emotions right away and smiled lightly . “ I am sincerely sorry for saying such a disrespectful thing in front of you . I really apologise . “ said Ayla with a worried expression . She was so embarrassed to have talked that way in front of her

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?”

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.

“Even if Lila is dead, she has to pay!” I foolishly stood in front of Lila’s tomb and told them to take it all out on me instead. I was forced to become Lila’s stand-in and take all their anger. They beat me until my skin tore open, and there was not a single spot on my body left unscathed. Then, they forced me to make all kinds of degrading videos. That period of my life felt like living in hell. I barely escaped and tried to take them to court, but every effort failed.

"Kael! You're back! You remembered me, didn't you?" The body in my arms was solid. I snapped my head up as hope flooded my eyes. The next second, a brutal force shoved me to the floor. Maya stood beside Kael, and she looked down at me with open mockery. "Don't you have any shame, Lila? Kael is mine now. This place is mine, too." Kael's gaze turned icy as the warmth vanished from them without a trace. "Why are you still here?" he snapped. "Pack your things and get out. Now!"

Voices rose and fell and cups clinked, spoons stirred and people laughed. And then I saw her. Lila. She sat by the window, where the sun fell on her hair, and made it shine. She looked perfect, too perfect. She smiled wide the moment her eyes caught mine. She stood fast, her arms spread. “Alina!” she said, loud, so that every person turned to see. She hugged me tight, like she missed me all her life. My body stiffened and her perfume filled my nose. Her lips pressed near my ear and her voice was soft, sharp, and cruel. “Relax. Smile for them. Or I will cut your smile myself.”

"That bitch! How dare she humiliate you like that!" I opened my phone and went to our pack's internal social media platform. Pinned to the top of the feed was a photo of me, wearing the humiliating brand. The photo was crystal clear, capturing my shame from every angle. The caption was even more vicious: "Look at our 'noble princess'! Turns out pure-blood Alphas aren't so special after all. Can't even take a little joke. What a delicate little doll. But what can you expect from a pretty face with no sense of humor?"

Shame and embarrassment coursed through her, even though she knew she wasn't alone in this degrading spectacle. Marvin, ever the callous overseer, took note of her attempts to cover herself. He sneered, his words dripping with disdain. "Did you think your body is more special than your sister?" His words were like a slap in the face, causing Aloha to roll her eyes in response. She bit her tongue, choosing silence as her best defense against further humiliation, at least to save herself from the guard.