Scorned Woman Movie Novels & Stories

"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.

"We'll disappear once we get the money. He'll never find us." Then, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me. I curled over with a sharp gasp as cold sweat poured down my face. A little later, Dylan returned with a grim expression on his face. When he looked at Vanessa, his eyes showed obvious irritation. He snapped, "Are you done? She's my wife. What kind of coward beats a defenseless woman?" Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. Dylan completely ignored her. He crouched before me and started fumbling with the ropes, his hands trembling.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

He looked bored and it was obvious that he was stronger than the scarred man. "You fuckers! Die! Ugh!" The woman threw a knife that grazed the scarred man's cheek. I was surprised at how the pregnant woman managed to launch an attack in that terrible and wounded state. I sensed that she is strong — actually much stronger than Josephine, and I assessed her to be capable of overpowering the scarred face man if she were not pregnant. "You bitch!" The scarred face guy was raging and slapped the woman hard with his long steel fingernails.

—and this time, the woman stirred. When Caitlin turned to the next cell and called “Kelly,” the white-haired woman suddenly sat up. No one else reacted, but as Caitlin prepared to leave, something made her glance back. The old woman was standing by the bars, staring straight at her. Their eyes met through the glass. Caitlin could see the woman’s face now—covered in discolored scars and lesions. The sight made her stomach twist. A broken experiment victim, she thought sorrowfully. But then the woman spoke.

Scarface and the crew could not peel their eyes away from the bombshell, each of them practically drooling. Scarface gave the pair a once-over, sensing no martial vibes. They were clearly not martial arts warriors. "My apologies, sir," the beauty cooed, turning on the charm for Scarface. "I heard some girls here rubbed you the wrong way. I'm here to make it right, and I hope you can be gracious." The woman gracefully accepted two glasses of red wine from the man and set one down on the coffee table near the man with the scarred face.

"You must've seduced some rich married man. That's how women like you get money, right? Being kept on the side." Scarlett slowly turned around. "Did you see that happen?" The woman scoffed. "Do I need to? It's obvious. Otherwise, how else would you have that much money?" Scarlett narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning cold. "So you're making accusations based on nothing at all?" She took a step closer. "Where are your manners?" The woman's face darkened instantly. "You dare say I have no manners?" She raised her hand and swung. She never made contact.

Was she a member of the transnational scam group that was here to settle the score? Just when Elaine was shaking in fright, Jennifer smiled sheepishly at the scar-faced woman and said, “Sister, we don’t know this woman. If you want to beat her up, be my guest. You can even beat her to death as you please, but we have to run our laps. Can we proceed with our running, please?” The scar-faced woman growled, “It’s none of your business, get the hell out of my face! Or you’ll be next!”

When I caught my breath, I looked up at her. She was still watching me, a faint smile playing on her lips. "What do you mean by that question you asked me." I snapped my heart pounding heavily. "Got you again," she laughed. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I croaked. She tilted her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "A scene from that horror movie I watched last night. So I decided to prank you. You always react so perfectly." I froze, staring at her. "A prank, you're joking , right?"