Novel & Cerita Lydia Kamu Jahat

But what was up with Lydia’s current attitude? Camilla kept a sweet smile on her lips, but her hands were currently gripping Lydia’s blanket furiously. ‘Bitch! Since when does this bitch deny me anything? How dare she say No? We did a favor by picking her up from the gutters. And she wouldn’t even cook for us? Is she mad at us? Who the hell does she think she is… AHH I’m getting so mad but I can't show her that I’m angry.I still need to ask for THAT.’ Camilla thought inwardly.

Kael said, his voice low, steady, “I never meant to hurt you. But what we had, it was never real. I’m sorry for your pain, but I won’t let you destroy Georgia or the pack to ease it.” Lydia’s face crumpled, and for a moment, I thought she might collapse. But then her expression hardened, her tears replaced by a cold, burning laugh. “You think you can just walk away? That she can replace me?” Her gaze snapped to me, and I felt the weight of her hatred. “You’re nothing, Georgia. A fleeting spark he’ll tire of. But me? I’m eternal. And I’ll prove it.” She raised her hand, and the air around us thickened, the mist swirling with dark tendrils.

Lydia had always hated how mean it sounded, but she felt happy to hear it today. "It's Lydia," she replied before quickly adding, "Please don't hang up." "Lydia." His voice softened a little. "Why are you calling me?" "I'm in jail." She replied in a whisper, too ashamed to even say it louder. "The police brought me in for stealing, but I didn't steal anything; I am innocent. I swear." Lydia and Kevin didn't have the best of relationships. He was abusive towards her both physically and verbally when they were younger. He was also a drunkard who did a lot of drugs and got into too many fights, and she believed he would end up in jail someday—the irony of that.

He hated it! He hated it so much! He hated that she still had the guts to disagree with him not to withdraw his bond with her and end their relationship after what she'd done. Harrod felt from their bond that Georgia had only done what she did out of desperation for survival but even at that, he still hated it! Was she fighting for her life when she did it or did she enjoy it? Georgia seemed to be inclined towards both and it pissed Harrod off. ' No, the real question is she so desperate for life that she'd degrade herself to such a state?' As an Alpha, Harrod seemed to lose all respect for Georgia. He expected her to have a steeled resolve and be willing to stay loyal to death.

Another voice, sharp, female, and dripping with disdain, cut through the murmurs. The crowd parted as a tall woman with sharp features and cold eyes stepped forward. Lydia. One of Killian's elite warriors and a notorious bully who'd made my life miserable in my past life. "The Luna," Lydia said the title like an insult, "who's never trained a day in her life, thinks she can tell us how to run our training grounds?" More laughter. Louder this time. "You should go back to your tea parties and embroidery," Lydia continued, stepping closer with predatory grace. "Leave the real work to real wolves."

But she knew Amanda was the best. "No matter who she is, K, like you, is no match for our Amanda. K is provoking Phoenix Pavilion this time, and we don't need L to come out at all. Amanda can defeat her. She better not be like you, a white lotus trying to seduce men, or I'll beat both of you up!" This little white lotus, she really wanted to strangle her. Lydia was furious. Where did this woman get the guts to say she would beat her up?

She thought she could just walk away from this family and start over again? She had better think again. I had spent several years building my perfect life. I would have Adrian. Everything will be mine. And I wasn't about to let some ungrateful orphan take any of it away from me. Lydia wanted a war? Fine. She would get one. But she was going to lose.

Someone laughed harder before asking whether I seriously believed I could keep lying to Lydia forever. Ryan scoffed loudly after hearing the question. “You don’t understand Lydia,” he said confidently. “She’s naive, too loving, and desperate for affection.” My stomach twisted painfully while tears slowly burned behind my eyes. “That girl would do anything for love if you say the right words to her,” he continued. “Honestly, the best thing about her is her body, and that’s why I’m keeping her around.” The entire room laughed again while something inside me finally snapped completely.

"Mommy... these are the bad guys. The man who yelled, the mean lady, and the older lady." "Hey, little brat! Don't point your filthy fingers at us!" Lydia spat violently, stepping forward, her face contorting into a sneer as she desperately looked for a way to make trouble and shift the attention away from her own rising panic. She glared at Elara, her voice dripping with an intense, raging bitterness. "Oh, I see you're still parading with someone else's child, Elara! You’re still playing the pathetic, doting mother to a boy who doesn't even belong to you! You better return him to his real family before the law hits you for kidnapping!" Elara didn't flinch. She stood her ground like a toweri

Triston turned back to me, “Of course I told her, remember Iris?” I got the suggestion, “This is Alexadrea.” I heard him remind me. Well, tell me for the first time. “Now I recall,” I lied. “How is she?” “She’s great.” Marcus gushed, “You know she’s an actress, right? Just like you, sis,” I hadn’t been an actress since what I had done. I gave up all that to keep Triston. “Really?” I smiled at him, “That’s great. What is she on?” Marcus tilted his head,