Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Sarah’s POV "She really came to this place?" "Wow, that woman is really amazing. She's really shameless." I clasped Ethan's hand even tighter. I tried to hide my nervousness and threw a smile at Ethan, who turned to look at me "Shame?" the laughter on the other end scoffed. Shame is only for those who have pride. Isn't it obvious he doesn't have it? Can't you see it clearly?" "You're right. That woman is a disgrace."

My chest tightened painfully. Chloe lowered her voice teasingl͏y afterward. "You know what is silly?" She grazed her belly gently. "No matter how long you've been wedded to him, I am still the one holding his child." I quickly hung up the phone before she said more. Then I threw my phone onto the bed violently. Humiliation spread through every inch of my body. I felt pathetic. How much more shame was I meant to take before just leaving? That night, I barely slept.

“Well, if you will not give me your consent, you are denying me of this.” I huffed loudly, my cheeks hot with anger and embarrassment. But I sat back down on the couch anyway. Slowly, I opened my legs. I felt so exposed even though I still had my nightgown on. His eyes burned right into me. Fuck. I was really shy, but I told myself to be bold. Chloe was bold. I had to try. No matter how hard I tried, I could never fully be someone I was not. This man traumatized me. He had killed me once. I could not forget that. Fear sat heavy in my chest, but I pushed it down.

The intimacy, the casual betrayal of everyone around them, was exactly the selfish impulse I had mistaken for passion. My hands began to tremble. I had a tray of hot tea to deliver to Table Four, but my feet were glued to the floor. My professional focus was gone, replaced by a suffocating wave of shame. He was here, flaunting the life of casual, consequence-free wealth, while I wore a purple wig to pay for the consequence he abandoned. Move, Jamie.

Clara’s POV Sterling Heights Academy – Cafeteria The warm milk dripped down my hoodie, soaking into the thick fabric. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “Oops,” Sloane smirked. She held the empty milk carton like a trophy. “I thought that was the trash can. My bad, scholarship girl. You’re just so… big, it’s hard to tell where you end and the garbage begins.” The cafeteria exploded with laughter. Sterling Heights Academy had a way of turning humiliation into entertainment. If the elites laughed, everyone laughed.

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———— Chloe shut the diary and just stared at it for a long, stunned second. God, where do I even start? My feelings are a tangled mess of revulsion and… a terrifying, shameful flicker of understanding. First, the obvious: it’s terrifying. The power imbalance isn’t just age or wealth; it’s psychological warfare. He isolates her by showing her a version of herself she never knew existed, this raw, hungry, shameless creature. He makes her old life feel like a lie.