Swallowed My Pride Novels & Stories

I was always so fond of him, but there was one thing about rich people like him, that I could never accept except just compromising. It was pride. Yes, I have pride too, but my pride and his weren't same. His pride was about power and might, about doing anything he wanted to do. "You look beautiful today," she suddenly speaks, puffing out the smoke. "Thank you," I say slowly. It was super weird, because getting praises from my grandmother, was as hard as to find existence in the Mars. "Don't worry, I won't take much time of you. You can go back to the dance floor after a while," she seems to understand me.

I swallowed it greedily and kept going, making it wetter, nastier 'n louder. I was ruined for anything less than this already.

I muttered under my breath, tossing the bag carelessly onto the floor. A second later, my stomach let out a loud, betraying growl, shattering every ounce of pride I had left. I stared down at myself in disbelief. "Seriously?" My stomach answered with another shameless growl. "Traitor," I muttered, crossing my arms and glaring at the bag on the floor. For nearly a full minute, neither of us moved. Then my stomach growled again, even louder, and I let out a defeated groan. "Fine."

I said, looking guilty. To my another surprise, the Prince who was looking all red up with anger, suddenly became calm and it was as if nothing of such happened. He looked at me and chuckled. "Well, it's nice hearing you call me your highness while I'm still alive," he smiled. I was quite ashamed of myself. My pride has been ruined by me. "Don't get too mad at yourself Jaylen. I'm not honour triggered. If I am, I would have made you bow at my feet the very first time we met".

And I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of pitying me. From the beginning, I’d decided no one would see me bend. Not father, not my brothers, not anyone. They wouldn’t get to watch me waste away. I’d go out on my own terms, dead, or stubbornly alive. Pride can be poison, but it’s the only thing I’ve had left to drink. I climbed out of the car and headed upstairs, every step heavier than the last. The elevator dinged, the hallway stretched too long, and by the time I slid my key into the lock, all I wanted was to collapse in bed and forget the world existed.

Obedience was the only way for me to get back everything he took from me. For now, I'll act stupid like a gentle lamb, worship the very ground he stepped on, be his whore, swallow all the humiliation but when the time comes...... I swallowed my pride and nodded stiffly. "Fine." His smirk widened I. Satisfaction. "Good girl." He turned on his heels and walked away, leaving me standing there, seething. I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. My breath came in ragged gasps as I leaned against the wooden frame, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palm. The weight of everything crashing down on me, annoyingly suffocating, and unbearable.

That sisterly solidarity was suffocating. "I have no idea what her problem with him is," Esther muttered, frowning at me like I was some unsolvable equation. As if she hadn’t watched our world crumble just like I had. As if grief couldn’t twist you into something unrecognizable. I huffed and folded my arms tightly across my chest, using them like a barrier to hold myself in, trying to look unfazed. But inside, I felt it. The sting of being called out. The truth in their words. I knew they were right. But pride was a thick, ugly thing lodged in my throat—a poison I swallowed too often and too willingly. And I’d sooner be shot dead than admit it aloud.

I got neither and ended up with a spoiled demeaning owner. "I consider myself proud, you know that. So when I threw my pride away, I thought what does that make me then? Ma told me I was still the same girl. Pride doesn't just mean holding your head high. Pride is not losing sight of your goals and principles. She said my pride was my sister and that for me to do anything so I can provide for her is brave in itself so I should be proud of myself."

It showed no mercy. “You have made a mistake of slapping me once. You won’t get the privileged of repeating that” My eyes went wide open when he tighten his hold on my wrist. I winced in pain. I know my mouth will put me in trouble one day. Even with the situation I was in, my mouth wouldn’t keep shut. “If you don’t want to be washed with another embarrassment why the hell did you kiss me then?” I spitted throwing him daggers. Though my legs were almost shaking but my pride comes first before my fears.

I took a sip of the coffee and choked, dribbling it back into the mug like a fool and being grateful I didn’t spit it out over everything. “What the fuck?” It wasn’t very princely, I would admit, but what the heck?