Movie Scorned Novels & Stories

Thinking of that old, greasy man, Scarlett felt a wave of nausea. As she looked at Diana, her disdain grew stronger. "Who did I think it was? Diana, how come you're alone here? Where's your man?" Diana furrowed her brow. "None of your business. You come in here and the first thing you ask is about my dear one. What's the matter? Are you lusting after him?" What?! Scarlett almost thought she had misheard. Her expression grew even more disdainful: "Lusting after your man? Only you could stoop that low for an old man like him!"

“You don’t get it. You sit there calm while the world calls me trash. You think this is nothing, but it’s destroying me. It already has.” He didn’t flinch. He only looked at me with that same steady gaze, as though my anger didn’t rattle him at all. That made it worse. I turned sharply, storming out before I said something I couldn’t take back. I didn’t make it far. Franchesca was waiting in the hall, her arms folded, her expression dripping with false pity. “What a shame,” she murmured, stepping closer. “The public loves a scandal, Scarlett. You’ll never silence them all. And Leon—he’ll eventually remember where he belongs. You’d be wise to move aside before that happens.”

Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face. “Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.” Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.” “In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”

I am such a bastard. The realization crashed over me in waves of shame. I don’t want to die, not when I am yet to be crowned the Alpha. “I’m sorry, Scar. I didn’t mean for all this to happen,” I pleaded, desperately. “I wanted to make you my mistress even if I couldn’t marry you.” “Hahaha. Do you hear him, Dickson?” Scar said, calling his name as if they were already intimate, her voice honeyed with mockery. “He wanted to make me his mistress.”

Richard scoffed, also avoiding eye contact. Scarlett chuckled, “My question is not out of care, it's simply because I want to be sure that you're suffering in here, that's all you deserve.” “Just tell me why you're here.” Richard sounded pissed off. Scarlett could not deny the fact that she was still very hurt by her uncle's betrayal, the shock and the dark paint of it all were plastered on her heart and she couldn't get over it. It pained her that he was acting so nonchalant, he was indeed a great actor. He spent years pretending to care about it, he was indeed callous.

That woman, whatever her name is, as Damon didn’t tell her her name, would stop at nothing to take back Damon and that she had conveyed out. Not like she cared about him, but she knew in the process of snatching back Damon she might get hurt. “No…… Why does it have to be me? What's my offense?” Scarlett asked, getting disgusted by her reflection so she avoided gazing into it today to avoid having a mental breakdown. Walking back to the door with her hands clutching the robe, Scarlett breathed out and unlocked the door.

“Plenty of gorgeous women who’d be happy to take your mind off her.” I smirk, reaching for my glass. “You might be onto something., but I think this drink might just do the trick.” I down the scotch in one gulp, wincing as it burns down my throat. I glance at the waiter and lift my empty glass. “Bring the bottle.” Brian raises a brow. “Easy there. I didn’t say you should get trashed.” I shrug, lifting his untouched glass and finishing it off. “What’s wrong? Don’t want me supporting your business?” I say, giving him a crooked grin.

I cannot understand you even for a bit! He’s scary for a second, then sweet after. His mood changes at a very scary fast pace every minute that she can’t keep up and try to understand him. His actions make her question whether or not he likes her. It seems he does, but at the same time, he doesn’t. He was confusing, awfully confusing! ‘Leon!’ she cried in her heart. She can’t mutter anything for now because of her sobs. ‘Which one are you exactly?’ --

I was not going to risk irking him further. Kevin’s eyes found mine from across the room at a moment of distraction, and he looked genuinely lost, as if the very last hope he had been hanging onto was no more. Once a scorned wife, now a ridiculed mate… Oh how things have remained the same! The irony wasn’t lost on me. I mentally made a note to give Leo a piece of my mind later on… Sure, in this timeline, he had yet to hurt me the way he had in my past life, but he wasn’t a better person either.

Scarlet She held the letter and cried harder than she ever had. He betrayed her and found comfort with another woman. She sat on the window when her mother came in and showed it to her. Her mother hugged her and told her she needed to move on, but Nicole didn't tell her that she didn't plan to. Without Austin in her life, she didn't want to live it.