Movie Scorned Novels & Stories

Vincenzo snapped, his voice laced with annoyance. Scott's gaze remained piercing, a mix of frustration and something akin to hurt beneath the surface. "Cindy, you're making a mistake. These are not the kind of people you want to spend the rest of your life with." I met his eyes, a solemn resolve in my expression. "I know it's not a game, Scott. But I need to live my life on my terms, not dictated by the rules of the Cosa Nostra." Scott looked between the two of us, a mix of frustration and resignation crossing his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and uttered, "Leave, leave now..."

He stepped back as he asked, "I get it, you don't want me to hurt your lover, I fully understand it." "What? that's not how it is, let me explain, this is just some misunderstanding." Scar said as she wanted to reach out to him but feared that he'd push her away. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, "Explain what? Your little lies, c'mon Scarlett I'm not a five years old, I saw you both sucking each other's faces, what is there to explain?” He paused, racking a hand through his hair in frustration, "When I got this, I didn't want to believe it. I thought it was a lie and everything was edited." He was referring to whatever was in the envelope he was holding.

He’d left her there with her color and her sunset and her silence. He tightened his grip on the knife until the bone in his hand showed pale. He eased it. “Anyway,” Caroline said, pushing her empty plate toward the edge so a server could whisk it away, “she’s gone. The shows are bored already. They’ll find a new scandal by Friday.” She flicked her eyes to Sloane. “We, on the other hand, are not boring.” Lorraine allowed herself the softest smile at Sloane. “You’ve been remarkable through all this, dear. Truly.”

“Did you think no one would find out about you sneaking around with other women while you’re married to my daughter?” “I didn’t sneak around,” Storm retorted, voice thick with sarcasm, his gaze hardening as he met Mr. Scott’s anger with a cool indifference. “And let’s not act like this marriage was some love affair. Your daughter knew what she was getting into.” Mr. Scott’s face darkened further. “Maybe this marriage was a deal, but Scarlett honored it. She devoted herself to you, despite everything! And now she’s left her home because of your disgraceful behavior.” He looked at Storm’s grandfather, seeking support. “Is this how you raised him?”

she choked out as she cried, her voice raw, pleading, the words spilling from a heart already fractured by grief, her eyes searching his for the warmth they had shared But then Marissa, her stepsister, who had sat silent as a shadow throughout the meal, stepped forward with deliberate movements. Her silken gown whispered against the floor as she reached Skye’s side, rising on her toes to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. With her lips curving in a smile that held no warmth, she slipped her arm through his, her fingers curling around his in a gesture that felt like a dagger to Scarlett’s chest. Skye’s face remained impassive, his storm-gray eyes avoiding hers, but he made no move to disent

“You tried to get to Mr. Scott using our Little Young Master. In doing so, you crossed Mr. Scott’s bottom line! If you had the dignity to at least try and seduce him with your looks, he might not have been so mean to you. But you hurt our Little Young Master, so you deserve everything you get! “Also, you know that man, don’t you? Mr. Scott knew all along that you had a thing with him, yet you purposely insisted you didn’t know him in front of Mr. Scott. You were completely unmoved when a man who was once your lover nearly had his hand chopped off because of you!” Samson’s split flew everywhere as he cursed her. “Who would like a heartless woman like you?” Skylar deflated like a balloon, coll

The glee on Scar's face faded, he looked like a child whose treat had been snatched away. He walked dejectedly back to the tool table and picked up a rusty blunt dagger then strutted back to Kilan. I gulped a larger amount of wine while watching Scar pick up Kilan's middle finger indifferent to his pathetic pleas and screams. He drove the dagger into the finger at a slow pace. Kilan's screams filled the room and I savoured it. Closing my eyes to feast on the wails of the young man. Scar picked up the second middle finger, driving the dagger back in, deliberately slow to enhance the pain.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Julianna questioned from beside Florence making Talisa's gaze shift to her. "It's very wrong, especially when that newly wedded friend of yours doesn't welcome you" "Tsk tsk, Proud as usual. That will definitely cause your downfall someday" Talisa's eyes turned sharp at that statement so she glared at Florence. She had already had an heart wrecking downfall once, she wasn't ready to hear anyone say anything relating to it. She would destroy anyone who wishes her downfall no matter who they are. Florence visibly shook when she noticed Talisa's scary expression, she had never seen such expression on her before.