Scorned Woman Novels & Stories

Affectionate to observers, agonizing to her. "You'll have to wait and see, Lady Thorne." Helena giggled knowingly. “You’re never one to disappoint, Mr. Treuman. Well, I’m eager to know the details soon.” She winked. With that, Helena sashay away with her entourage. Luna caught sight of herself in one of the ballroom's massive mirrors. The woman staring back was a stranger. Perfectly styled dark hair. Flawless makeup hiding the shadows under her eyes. A designer gown concealing the bruises that mapped her body like a constellation of abuse.

There was a twenty-four hour private bar at the mansion and it even had a barman. “Give me something strong. I can’t sleep,” I told the barman. “You might be unable to handle it, madam. I will give you something not too strong,” the barman replied. He proceeded to mix me a drink and he passed it to me. I stared at him blankly, hoping he would realize early enough that he just acted foolishly. However, he only stared back without talking. I had to break the cold silence. “You should know better than this,” I started out calmly. “You are telling me I can’t handle a strong drink because I am just a woman, huh. I am nothing but a mere woman.”

The door was never locked. "Quick! Lock it!" Mariam screamed but without waiting for anyone she ran for the door, freeing herself from the protective clutches of the other women and her friends, her dress felt even more uncomfortable and heavy as she ran. Few steps away from the door and as her fingers brushed the knob, she tripped on the long dress and fell forward, almost immediately the door was suddenly forced open and Mariam fell into the chest of a person. The women screamed.

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."

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face. "Bianca, where's the music?" I backed away, but one of the men grabbed my hair from behind and threw me onto the sofa. "The music? It's already ashes!" Bianca looked down at me, her eyes full of jealousy and malice. "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!"

“Scum like that doesn’t belong in a place like this.” “Who even let them in?” “Security—get them out before they disgrace the venue.” “But wait…” “The woman in gray looks familiar.” “I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before.” “The harder I try to remember, the more it slips my mind.” Hearing the crowd’s comments, Sienna’s vanity was thoroughly satisfied. She curled her lips into a smug smile, her gaze openly provocative. “Did you hear that? People like you are rats crawling out of the gutter—despised wherever you go.

"We strike at the heart of who she's trying to become. And I know exactly how to do it." The door slid closed behind her, leaving Herod staring after her with newfound respect, and perhaps a touch of fear, for the woman who'd lost everything but her capacity for calculated cruelty.

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!”

Because the cell wasn’t empty. A group of women watched me from the bunks, their eyes sharp, hungry, calculating. One of them,a tall woman, scarred, exuding violence,stepped forward. Without warning, she shoved me against the bars. Pain shot down my spine. “Well, well,” she sneered. “Thought this place was only for people like us? Looks like Scarlett sent us a toy.” Scarlett. My blood iced. The others laughed, sharp and cruel. From the shadows, someone hissed, “Scarlett’s gift.”