Movie Scorned Novels & Stories

Ava sat quietly on the sofa wearing the clothes my assistant had delivered. They were pink. The fitted dress hugged her figure far too well, soft fabric outlining every dangerous curve. The short skirt exposed part of her pale legs, and the instant my eyes landed there, I noticed it. A long, ugly scar. It crawled across her leg like a grotesque centipede burned into her skin. I froze and suddenly couldn't stop imagining what kind of suffering could leave a scar like that behind. My wolf went silent. Ava noticed my stare almost immediately. Her scent sharpened with embarrassment and defensiveness.

I hadn't even taken a bite of cake before my worst nightmare found me. "Alessia! You lying bitch!" Bianca and my stepmother, Genevieve, stormed up to me. Bianca's eyes raked over my dress like knives, her face twisted with jealousy. "Why didn't you tell me the Don wasn't disfigured? This was supposed to be my place!" She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin so hard I hissed in pain. "You worthless thing. What right do you have to stand next to him? You go to the Don right now and tell him you're giving your position back to me! I'm the only one who deserves him!"

I had been trying to stop Maggie from being involved with me but it seemed I was the danger in his life. The first scandal in his life happened because he took me to the hotel when I was drunk. He couldn’t bear to leave me out in the streets and he didn’t take advantage of me either. His second scandal was when he assaulted Duncan who was saying things that were dishonorable to me. Now, I had almost killed the same man, unknowingly of course.

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

My mind was racing—trying to keep my emotions in check, trying to hold onto the last shred of dignity I had left. But I couldn’t. I felt everything unraveling. Not because Benjamin was there marrying my sister, but because I was losing the one thing I had worked my entire life for—my company. I could hear the voices of the reporters grow louder, as if they could smell the blood in the water. Their words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I snapped. One reporter stepped forward, holding the microphone to my lips, her tone pointed as she said, "What do you think will happen to Easton Corporation now? No company will want to be associated with you, not after this scandal."

My shy maid turned into a fierce wolf when it involved my well-being. “It – It may be an allergic reaction from falling into the rose bush?” Lorenzo winced after his weak question. Sylvia sucked in a deep breath but I stopped her. “Can injuries from silver poisoning be healed?” I asked Lorenzo. The room went silent for a split second. “Ha, no – Such injuries last a lifetime – there are even sayings –“ Lorenzo trailed off. “What sayings?” I pressed. “They say that people can be reborn with these scars.” My blood ran cold. “Ah, but – but that’s just nonsensical talk among jobless wolves.” Lorenzo let out a burst of shrill laughter.

More and more of my tears fell as I watched Rogen step forward and take hold of his mate, pulling her away before he gave the order for the execution to be carried out. My words tore out of me, urgent and desperate. "She's playing you, Rogen. You have to see that. You have to believe me." When he turned to face me, there was nothing but raw anger in his eyes. "Some nerve you have to still accuse her after everything you've done." He looked past me, jaws clenched. "Set the fire." Instantly, heat enveloped me, flames licking my skin as they rushed through the spilled gas to meet me. I screamed, the smell of my pain and flesh as it burned, commingling the air to form a gut-wrenching fragrance.

"My Luna… she's coming for me… she'll come…" "Rocco, it's me, Scarlett." She tried to help him up, her hand touching his soaked shirt. "Get off!" he shoved her away violently. A bottle toppled over, spilling amber liquid on the floor. "I want Caterina! Only Caterina!" The werewolves in the bar turned to watch them. Whispers began to spread. "Enough!" Scarlett screamed, her voice shrill over the music. "Caterina doesn't want you, Rocco! She's marrying another Alpha!"

Now that I think of it, I really wouldn't have minded except that she destroyed my relationship with Scott and now that I found Myron to help put back the pieces, she's out to ruin it again. “Hey,” I looked up and was shocked in awe for a moment. From afar, Scott did not look as breathtaking when he's close. Or could it be his cologne doing their magic with my hormones? “Are you hiding out here or does the party bore you the way it does me?” “What do you want?” I shot at him. He stared at me, rather surprised. “Must I want something before I should talk with you?” I huffed, “You cannot blame me for thinking this way, seeing that you deceived me and then married Michelle.”

The king couldn't afford that, he wanted this man gone without a single trail leading back to him. I poured wine for the uncle, trying to win his attention with shy glances and soft gestures, just as Thane had instructed. The uncle, however, seemed uninterested. Instead of glancing my way, he was engaging with those seated around him. My wolf was anxious. “What if you failed?” She asked, I could hear her growl inside me. “Then prepare to be tormented again with me.” I answered in a silent voice that only she could hear. Suddenly, Thane spoke.