Scorned Woman Movie Novels & Stories

"Damn ugly freak, scaring the piss out of me! You've ruined my fun!" A group of men snickered behind him, reveling in the spectacle. The woman was curvaceous, clad in red—it was unmistakably Scarlett. But her usual radiance had been extinguished. Her eyes were dull, her spirit broken. A stark handprint stained her cheek, a grotesque mark on her once flawless face. Ignoring the man's relentless stream of insults, Scarlett continued mopping the grimy floor as if she hadn't heard a word. Frustrated by her silence, he lashed out and slapped her hard across the face.

What a pathetic whore’ ‘I always knew she was a whore. This is despicable’ I resisted the urge to smile, but every word said to her, every look of disgust. They all hit so hard. I hadn't felt this satisfied in a while now. “Si…sis… I had no idea you would be here?” She stepped forward, hands trembling, face burning with shame, that is if she still had any left in her. “So you would've been more careful?” She froze, jaw clenching.

Serena's POV Across the ocean in a dimly lit room, I watched the Ferrari stock prices plummet on my screen while swirling red wine in my glass, settling back into the leather sofa with satisfaction. And sitting across from me now was the most powerful Mafia boss in Sicily—Lorenzo Rosetti. "Congratulations, Mr. Rosetti. Soon the Ferraris will be crushed under your heel." Lorenzo's lips curved into a smile. "Never imagined the spare Ferrari daughter would go after her own family this ruthlessly. Color me impressed."

inquired a voluptuous woman with a slight smile, seated at the main position. She was the leader of the Scorpion Gang, an enchanting beauty. Men swooned over her, wishing to possess her. Superficial appearances aside, many men had met their end in her embrace. A femme fatale, indeed. "Madam, it's an outsider. According to the intelligence, he possesses intermediate-stage Martial Overlord strength," replied a sturdy man, never daring to meet her gaze. "Oh? With just that level of strength, daring to oppose the Scorpion Gang? How audacious," remarked the woman, nonchalantly toying with a scorpion on the back of her hand. This level of strength was hardly worth consideration.

Evelyn Brooks sat at a secluded booth dressed in all black—a fitted blazer, gloves, and a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses she didn’t remove even indoors. To anyone watching, she looked like a woman in mourning. In reality, she was a woman plotting. Across from her sat a man known only in whispers. Scorpion. He was lean, sharp-eyed, and carried the type of tension that came from living on the wrong side of the law for too long. His fingers drummed quietly on the table as he scanned the bar repeatedly, never looking relaxed, always alert. He finally spoke. “You’re playing a dangerous game, madam. The woman you’re asking about… she is not small. She’s a big target.”

It's unbearable. Witnessing Ted on the verge of jumping, Mary rushed over, urgently shouting, "Ted, don't do it! It's not worth it for this bitch." Visibly displeased, Pauline retorted, "Excuse me, who do you think you're calling a bitch?" Without restraint, Mary charged toward Gia, launching a torrent of insults and blows. "You deceitful woman! How dare you toy with my son's emotions, you disgraceful…" Gia ended up with a swollen face, and bloodstains appeared underneath her, resembling the aftermath of a miscarriage.

Nick grew wary when he sensed the dangerous and dark vibe they gave off. "Where's the woman?" A large man with a gruesome scar on his face stepped out from the group and coldly questioned him. "In the trunk. She..." "Then get her out. We don't have time to waste." "Yes, yes," Scampering to his car, Nick opened the trunk and displayed his prize. He held his breath as they scanned her in stifling silence. The scared man stared at the naked woman, then beckoned to his friends. "Brothers, let's take her out."

The floor was wet in patches; I couldn’t even tell if it was water. “Fresh meat,” a voice sneered from the corner. A short, muscular woman with a scar across her cheek. Her voice was deep, heavy with something that sounded like… satisfaction. I froze. There were five women in the cell. Their eyes glinted like predators spotting a wounded deer. My legs shook, but I forced myself to stand straight. I couldn’t show fear. “She looks fancy,” another one hissed, stepping closer. “Look at her smooth skin. Pretty face too. Not for long.”