Movie Scorned Novels & Stories

‘Scary! Elowyn’s lips curled upwards when she heard that. she stopped toying with the dagger and looked at her friends, saying, “That’s good. Let us finish this matter in one night. I have a gala to attend. I can’t miss it for the world!” a cunning glint in her eyes as she spoke about that.

He continues to be busy with the business he manages abroad with his friends. We never even went to parties together. Moreover, exploring the city of London just to enjoy simple moments like this. Keaton looked at me pityingly, that's what I hate about everyone. They pity me, I'm more pitiful than a homeless person on the street who is hungry. If they need food, I need love. I need a healthy relationship, I want to be respected as a woman. The scandals he created killed my feelings every second until my patience wore thin and it was time for me to let go.

This is what they deserved and I wasn’t about to miss a moment of watching them suffer. Persa’s eyes flew wide open as the poison infiltrated her system. Her face contorted into a look that could only be described as pure horror. Stephen’s poison was administered, and a hush fell over the crowd. His face was expressionless, but his eyes showed his pain. He clenched his face. Persa let out a horrific scream. I glanced at Jax. Maybe this was too much for him? These were his parents, after all. But he only narrowed his eyes and took my hand.

"Yvette, please, don't go any further with this. Even if you prove everything, your reputation is already ruined. I'll get Harvey to apologize the way you want, just like you said, okay?" I hadn't even responded when Harvey got impatient. Maybe it was because he had already spilled his secrets, but he showed no restraint. "Rose, you're too kind. She's the one who wanted this to blow up. Her reputation's already shot, so what does it matter? You're the one who said she only got that scholarship because she slept with her faculty advisor, right? Let's just play along and see how long she can keep this up." I suppressed a laugh inside.

Diane's POV The words hang in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. I watch as Scar and Nancy exchange a look that says everything I don't want to hear. Their pity is a physical thing, wrapping around my throat until I can barely breathe. "That went worse than I expected," Scar groans, her voice barely above a whisper as she swirls the amber liquid in her glass. "But we'll talk to her and explain everything." "I think it just makes everything look like we were all in on it," Nancy says, and I couldn't agree more. "Suddenly it'll look like a big betrayal scandal against team Carla."

"Tell me about the scorned husband." "Cole?" Scarlett shrugged. "He seems really nice. You should meet him." "Nice enough to leave his clothes lying in your tub making a mess?" Oh, no...

Though Sirius couldn't understand Scarlett's chuckle, the disdain in her eyes was clear. He didn't know how he'd offended her, but her silence left him with an unsettled feeling. As the acting head of the Monroes, he couldn't demean himself by asking.

“Does she know about the flowers?” He let out a slow breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You look like you haven’t had breakfast. Can we—” “No.” He let out a breath like I was being difficult. “You don’t have to be like this, Scar, I know you’re angry.” I didn’t speak His jaw flexed. “I made a mistake.” “You cheated.” Silence. He looked away first. “This isn’t about that,” he said finally. “It’s about us. We weren’t working. You stopped trying, Scarlett. You were always on edge. Gianna was just—”

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Standing there with his hair dripping water, Saffron’s mournful cries abruptly ceased. Saffron trailed her teary eyes to his dashing stoic face that sheltered two pairs of emotionless eyes and swallowed. Scenes from last mind eroded her mind all at once, causing her temple to throb with severe pain. No one knew if it was the lingering effect of the spiked drink or the fear of what Caspian might do to her. “F– First Young–“ “You must have eaten a leopard’s gut to be so courageous to dare to bring me a spiked soup,” he said while making his way towards her.