Scorned Woman Movie Novels & Stories

The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen Jensen. The moment she spotted me, who was struggling in Vincent's arms, she burst into tears. Pointing at me, she bellowed, "Girls, that's her! That's the old hag who seduced my boyfriend! Vince told me he doesn't love her at all; she's the one who's clinging to him and refusing to divorce him!" Her classmates and the netizens behind her immediately rushed forward to corner me. Vincent's next move sent me plunging straight into the abyss.

"Nothing changes at all! Everything had been the same way it was! Just then, she heard the sound of someone screaming and she wouldn't hesitate to check who that person was. On getting there, one of them were torturing the old women who was old enough to be her grandmother. "What sin has she committed?" She shrugged at the guy who seems to have stopped on sighting her. "She's Clara's grandmother and master has taken her in exchange for her".

Meanwhile, Fiona and the gang leader, Scorpion, were struggling with each other. He had untied her to have maximum pleasure when he fuck her. She was still dressed in her beautiful dinner gown but then, she didn't let the gown affect her smartness. Scorpion tried to hit her hard and bring her to succumb but Fiona was as slippery as a fish. She would slip off his hand. That made scorpion to be more furious. How can it be heard that a woman was too strong for him to be overpowered? It is a shame and he would lose his position as the leader of the gang.

Her whole body tense with hope. A woman walked into view. She wore a hotel worker's uniform with a cap pulled down to hide her face. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. She checked her watch, then looked around to make sure no one saw her. At the electrical panel, she stopped. She took something from her pocket and stuck it to the wall. "Stop it right there," Chen said, her heart pounding in her chest. "Zoom in on her face." The tech hit some keys, and the image got bigger. The woman had turned a little toward the camera as she left, giving them a glimpse of her face.

How could he look at her, the woman who had stood by him through everything with such cold indifference and blame her for all their failed attempts at having a child? The thoughts gnawed at her and she got up and started pacing the room frantically. She felt a mixture of sadness, anger, and betrayal. She had given everything for this marriage and he had just turned and blamed her for all of it. At this point, she could not help but wonder how long he had felt this way. “How could you say those things to me?” She whispered into the silence, Derek’s words replaying in her head. The way he rushed to her side, held her, and defended her was an image she wished she could get out of her head. If s

Guilt, mostly. The woman I had married as part of some petty revenge plot, the woman whose career Lydia and I had tried to destroy out of jealousy, had just survived something truly horrific. She had been kidnapped, threatened, held captive by a madman. And here I was, living comfortably in my apartment, drinking expensive coffee, planning my successful future with the woman who had convinced me to hurt Nichole in the first place.

A strange, unnatural quiet. The clash of swords, the cries of the wounded, the roar of flames all of it seemed to dim into a low hum at the edge of my awareness. I turned, senses sharpened, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Across the courtyard, through the swirling smoke and dying light, a figure moved. At first, I thought it was a trick of the mind. A ghost conjured by exhaustion and fury. But no. She was real. A woman, cloaked and hooded, stepping carefully over the bodies, her movements unhurried, deliberate. As if she didn’t fear the carnage around her. As if she belonged here.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

"You worthless woman, what right do you have to have the Don's favor? After today, you'll be a filthy thing anyone can touch! I want to see if the great Don Valerius still wants you when you're nothing but used goods!" She pulled out a vial of some drug and forced it down my throat, then took out her phone, ready to record Marco torturing me. In my despair, my hand fumbled for my phone in my purse. I blindly dialed Caspian's number from memory. The second the call connected, I screamed with all my might, "Caspian—!" Crack! Marco kicked the phone out of my hand, and the screen shattered. "You bitch, you dare call for help?" Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes.

The silver fringe clung to my body, heavy and ruined, dragging me down like wet fur after a bad shift. I looked down at myself. I looked pathetic and weak. My wolf snarled in my chest, humiliated. “Tsk… look at you.” The woman in red clicked her tongue, her lips curling with cruel amusement. Her scent spiked with hostility. She looked like a wolf looking for someone weaker to tear apart. “How dare you even show your face here?” Her gaze dropped to her shoe, where a faint stain of wine barely marked the surface. Then she looked back at me, eyes gleaming.