Novel & Cerita Sally Slater

Rhea's Pov Sally let out a sharp scoff, she looked like a woman who still believed she held the strings. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up from Beatrice’s side. "Ending?" Sally repeated, her voice dripping with a venomous mockery. She brushed a stray, silver-blond hair from her face, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You truly are a naive little girl, Rhea. Do you think a video and some digital numbers on a screen are enough to bring down the Taylors? Do you think the foundations I’ve built over decades can be toppled over by a commoner like you?” Sally laughed again, her eyes rolling.

However, something about it tickles her admiration, such as charm and charisma enveloping every inch of Leonore. "Hi." Leonore raised her hand in a hesitant wave. "Hi. You looked good, Leonore." Leonore shyly smiled back in response. "You too, ever classy and formal." She complimented back at Sally. Sally was wearing a dirty white tube top dress with length just on her knees. She paired it with a crocheted black blazer. Her hair as usual was perfectly rounded in a bun. Sally is really a lady in the making, a portrait every other woman would fancy imitate. But for Leonore, there is more to Sally than just her fancy facade. For her, the lady was exquisite, a beauty well proportioned outwardly

“Catherine Jones, you’ll be cursed with a horrible death! The biggest regret in my life is that I didn’t drown you to death when you were young, you brute!” “Let go of me.” After Sally scratched him a few times, Hadley pushed her away impatiently. Sally got up and intended to fight him again, but Catherine pushed Hadley away. She walked up to Sally and slapped each side of her cheeks. Sally’s face instantly swelled up as her head buzzed. Initially, Sally wished to kill Catherine so badly. However, it frightened her when she met Catherine’s icy eyes. Afraid that Catherine would slap her again, Sally stopped moving forward. Nevertheless, she continued to criticize, “I’ve put so much effort in

Not at all. She can't stop remembering her Princess. Her Princess Danika. The King took her in as his slave. She can still remember vividly, her princess being collared. Sally can't imagine Princess Danika being anybody's slave. She tries to picture her princess working the mines or taking orders from people, and she just couldn't. Princess Danika wasn't trained like that, and she'll be having the hardest of times. It hurts Sally a lot. She is a slave, but the Princess always treated her right. The only person she knows is Princess Danika. Sally hurts most because she knows her princess can't survive alone without her.

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

She was able to make out the dissatisfaction and anger that was swirling within Sally's eyes, the determination she had to banish Sharon from the house or even make Sharon disappear from the face of the earth if she could. She found it hilarious. "Sally, five years ago, you took my wedding away from me and stole my man. And now you want to destroy my family. Is there some kind of problem with you? Can you really not bear to see me live a good life?" Sally had stepped onto the path of extremism long ago. There was little sense left in her. She flashed a cold smile and said, "You're right. I will never allow you to live a better life than me. Or better yet, you should use your brain a little a

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I’m stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him. Only then would you have admitted, right? B*tch!" Sally sneered. "You're even flirting with each other in public. How could you tell me that I’m misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?" Sally’s eyes darted towards the cake on the table. "I'll let you eat it then!" As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Crista's face. All the cream got stuck on Crista's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone.