Novel & Cerita Scorned Woman Movie

Close enough to touch me while I couldn't move or scream or fight back. My blood goes cold. "You aren't the first girl he's hidden here, Rose." I spin around. A woman is standing in the doorway. Mid-thirties. Dark hair. A scar that runs from her left jaw to her collarbone, thin and silver and old. Her eyes are steady and very serious. "The last one didn't make it 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.”

In the end, Mindy was truly tired of hitting, and she also suddenly recalled something again, “D*mn! I almost fell for your trick again! Sabrina, you indeed are intelligent and are good at scheming. You did not want to be tortured to death by a hundred men, but I wouldn’t let fulfill your wish.” When she said that, she turned her head to look at the scar-faced man. “Scar Face! I’m handing her to you. Her face is slightly swollen, but it would not affect your interest at all. I’m telling you, this woman is incomparably sl*tty, so you guys should not show her any mercy. Remember to queue up. Queue up properly… everyone will have their turn.” Scar Face rubbed his hands together. “Great, I’ll d

Finally, drinking. "Here," I heard Eddy's voice behind me, and I turned immediately like he controlled me. As soon as he reached me, he grabbed my elbow, his attention not focused on me but on the destination he was fetching me for, like I was a shameless parade. At the center of the hall, we met Eleanor Hargrove. Rich, Seventy, the kind of woman that had a comment for even a wrong posture. Her hawk eyes behind the thick lenses that hung by her nose looked me up and down before I even stood before her.

I looked around trying to figure out what was going on, when another figure moved from the distance. A woman approached us. She drifted toward us almost as though she walked on air. Unlike the man in front of us, this woman actually looked rather nice. She looked like your classic grandmother. She had grey frizzy hair and round spectacles. She was rather short and wore all black. The woman temporarily distracted me from Wynter's cries of pain. "Please stop! We'll tell you what you want to know. Just don't hurt her!" I begged. "SILENCE!" The woman screamed at me.

He wasn’t making the score clear at all. How can he go around ravishing women without giving the rightful due they deserve? To at least let them know what they are worth for. He is a womanizer. Actually, fitting and perfect for her plan of walking into ruination. No strings attached. No commitment. No responsibility. But at the back of Lady Francesca’s mind, she was actually bit disappointed he turned out to be such. In the very least, she wanted to have the man who will take away her innocence and purity would regard such privilege an honor and a source of pride. But with a man, who was almost entitled for having such without reserve, she highly doubts she could receive the regard she expec

Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think the woman who becomes a mistress and then tricks an honest man into marrying her is filthy and despicable. I think she deserves to be ruined and condemned!" He was acting weird today. But before I had the time to ponder further, we arrived at the banquet hall. As I lifted my dress to step onto the stage, a group of people who called themselves the Anti-Mistress Alliance stormed in. In the lead was a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes. She lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless thing, how dare you seduce my husband? I'm beating you to death!" She moved so quickly that I didn't have time to react. In an instant, my cheek

she narrowed her eyes. Saffron sighed, right, what was she expecting? “You can assign me to where Master Graham and Mister Graham won’t be able to see me.” The old woman’s lips curled up slightly, “I’ll think about it. Do you still know your way to your quarters? That child must be waiting for you.” She took the envelope of $100,000 and waved for Saffron to leave while she counted the money. Saffron was surprised at how quickly the woman changed her mind after she said that. Madam Graham is far from being nice. If she acted that way, it meant that she was cooking something evil. But what was it?

Her soft and kind demeanor belied a scheming and shameless bitch, and she was about to teach her a valuable lesson the hard way. Elena gave a deep sigh before approaching her. She walked slowly while looking at Mariella's back. She had an urge to grab her hair and push her to the table, but she wouldn't do that. She couldn't afford to have her reputation ruined because of that bitch. She would play her cards well and make sure she'd win this battle. "Good evening," she said coldly before taking a seat across from her. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." "No worries, ma'am. I just arrived. "

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."