Oscar Upset Novels & Stories

The eighth time I caught Oscar Stanton in a hotel suite, he silently picked up the fruit knife from the nightstand and slashed his wrist eleven times. “Satisfied now?” Blood ran between his fingers and dripped onto the carpet. He looked at me as though I were a madwoman who had driven him to kill himself. I stood frozen, the toy gun still clenched in my hand. For a moment, everything felt strangely unreal. After all, the last time things had gotten this bad, I had kicked his mistress into a crocodile enclosure and demanded that he never see her again. In retaliation, he had buried my mother’s ashes beneath a public restroom. He laughed and said, In retaliation, he had buried my mother

Oscar's POV The party was over. But she never left my head. Watching her act like everything was alright even after she had just been rejected was weird. I was expecting her to break down into tears and cry. Maybe shout and yell at Brian. But she acted like she didn't care. If one didn't know, they would think she wasn't hurt.

Oscar was far too formidable, and overcoming him would be a challenge for Adrian. From a distance, Tyron watched, ready to intervene if necessary. However, he worried that stepping in now might disrupt Adrian’s attack plan, a concern that troubled him greatly. If Adrian truly found himself defeated and helpless, Tyron would have no choice but to assist. He couldn’t stand by and do nothing—it would be inhumane. “What’s happening?” Oscar's face contorted with confusion and disbelief. He could feel his puppets slipping from his control as if an external force was battling for dominance. This was an unbelievably shocking turn of events.

No need to come back unless there's an emergency, and remember to keep your mouth shut. Oscar looked annoyed as he reached out and pinched my cheek. His eyes brimmed with dissatisfaction. "Throwing me under the bus now, are we? Consultation f*e, surgical f*e, medication f*e, hush money-who's going to settle up? You or your *Uncle Marcus*?" "Fine, fine, fine." Guilt washed over me; he had genuinely helped us last night. I immediately pulled out my phone and transferred him money, hoping this would silence him. "There, satisfied? Now get out."

"Interesting move. At this particular moment, it's hard to imagine a more humiliating blow to a family." "Humiliate them? Is there even a family left to humiliate?" The comments came from every direction. Amara felt a fury unlike anything she had ever experienced. After everything Oscar had revealed today, the only thing that could have steadied her was watching Jason rise to the occasion. If he had surpassed the standard Oscar had set, she might have found something to hold on to. Some reason to believe the family could still recover from this. However, Jason wasn't steadying her. He was destroying what little remained. This was a betrayal of the family in front of everyone.

Oscar asked in a tone that revealed his knowledge of the group. "This is getting pretty interesting young princely, I wish you all the best," Sebastian raised his glass with a smile on his face that connoted a sign of warning to be careful even while trying to be funny yet horrified. Oscar didn't say anything for a while, his dark brow fused together as he thought about something. He seems to be contemplating, trying to wrap his mind around what I just told him. The facial expression he displayed shows that he was greatly disturbed, he grabbed his glass of wine and slipped it slowly.

I flung the remote at the TV in hurt and annoyance, and it produced an instant crack on the screen. I yelled out in agony as my heart tore into several tiny pieces. Oscar was dead. I saw him. I saw his blood. I saw the look of horror in his eyes as he lay in his own pool of blood, and his horrified and desperate voice, calling me over and asking for help continued to play in my head like an unwanted music. I closed my ears tightly with my hands to keep the words out, but it didn’t work. The tighter I pressed my hands against my ears, the louder the words sounded in my head.

“I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.” Oscar’s jaw clenched, his body still rigid with frustration, but he didn’t move this time. His breathing was heavy, uneven, and for a moment, I thought he was going to pull away again. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands as he let out a sharp breath. “Lila…” His voice wasn’t as harsh now, but there was still that edge of pain beneath it. I blinked, and a tear slipped down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, but he saw it. Of course, he saw it. Oscar always saw everything. His expression twisted, and he groaned, tilting his head back as if he were trying to rein in his emotions.

Ray asked, getting up from his seat, and I followed suit. "Umm..." Shane scratched the back of his neck, while Axel rushed to raise his eyes. However, I couldn't help but notice Oscar's empty chair. There were visible tears in his eyes. "Oscar! Why are you crying?" I bypassed everyone else and walked straight up to him. Now that I paid closer attention, I realized how restless they all looked, agitated and hurt. "What's going on, guys?" I asked, growing increasingly worried. "Yu---na," Oscar struggled to speak her name clearly before breaking down into sobs. My heart sank as I saw the others also overwhelmed with emotion.

Please, she almost screamed. " Don't try to see me, or talk me out fo this. If I find you anywhere near me, you might regret it." He told her, glaring at her with cold, haughty eyes. Scarlett began panicking. She rushed up to him, trying to get him to stay but he only pushed her away. Without a backward glance, she saw him leave Her vision blurred, she didn't realize she was crying. Everything has been ruined. What kind of disaster is this!!!