Novel & Cerita Trisha Paytas Ugly

Easy for her to say. I glanced down at my outfit. A simple cardigan, jeans, and flats. I did not even own a proper handbag anymore. Next to the sleek blazers and watches that cost more than my rent, I felt like a ghost from a different lifetime. The waiter poured sparkling water into crystal glasses. I thanked him and quickly scanned the menu. No prices. That alone told me I could not afford anything on it. “So, Isla,” one of Lia’s coworkers said, a woman with red lipstick and a voice like velvet, “are you in tech too?” I swallowed. “No. Not exactly.” “Oh? What field?” Field? “My field is… motherhood, for now,” I said, forcing a smile. “And survival.” They laughed politely. I wished I could

I say sarcastically. "Look, you don't understand that you are just a game to Roman. Do you think you are the first girl he's brought around claiming to be serious about her? They have been models, belly dancers, runway beauties, Hollywood actresses, so if you think you are special, you must be as delusional as I earlier thought." Trisha says with a clenched jaw. "If I'm not so important, why are you here then? Why are you not over with Roman telling him all this?" I ask her while clenching my hands into a fist.

No matter how hard I tried to look pretty… no matter the outfits I wore or the brands I put on… Felix had never once looked at me and said, You are beautiful, Mia. Well… I couldn’t really blame him. He had always seen me as ugly. And perhaps, in his mind, an ugly woman could never be called beautiful. But tonight… I scoffed. Tonight, we would find out the truth. Between the two of us— Who is really the ugly one? “Come on, Troy! We have to get going. You wouldn’t want us to be late, would you?” I said, snapping him out of the way he had been staring at me.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

I rushed toward the grave. The blood-stained words read, "Cindy Larson is a shameless woman, and the parents who raised her are animals!" What kind of hatred or grudge could make someone deface Peter and Lila's grave with such vicious words? My vision went black. I collapsed to my knees, desperately trying to wipe the words off. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I've failed you. You can't even rest in peace. It's my fault. How could this happen? I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry!"

Trisha curled behind her father, muttering angrily. “You know,” Natalia whispered, “Pascha’s actually a pretty good brother. If you define ‘good’ as a mild source of character-building trauma.” I laughed. “That… is an incredibly accurate description.” Natalia nodded thoughtfully. “Once, he swapped Trisha’s face lotion with tartar sauce. During her birthday party. At fifteen.” I snapped my head toward her. “What?!” “Her face smelled like fish and pickles for three days,” Natalia said calmly. “She cried into a mask all through the school dance.”

We stood in a single line in Jaylen's living room, the living room was beyond beautiful and the interior was a kiss, damn whoever designed this really outdid himself. Jaylen sat on the couch opposite us with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his hands, "you will tell me your name and I will assign your place of work and you will be giving the list of what to and what not." "I'm Trisha, I'm 22 and.. and," A very timid girl in glasses started first. "And what!" Jaylen hit his fist on the couch and the timid girl flinched, "I am not jobless so hurry the fuck up."

And I couldn’t bear to find out if it wasn’t real. ********************************* Mr Handsome I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as I watched the car of the beautiful woman disappear from my compound. God… she’s breathtaking. When I first got the report that someone had been using my private gym without my permission, I was furious. No one touches my space. I came here this morning, ready to drag the intruder out myself and kill my security guard with my bare hands. But the moment I stepped into the gym… all that anger evaporated.

Honestly, she was scarier than Maleficent. “Why would I video call a disgusting face like yours? Gross! Fine, if Fredric’s not there, I’ll call him later. By the way, I called specifically to insult you. I’m bored and frustrated, and your ugly face isn’t worthy of being my rival, Mathilda. Just because Fredric and I are fighting doesn’t mean he’s yours! No! It will never happen! Wake up from your fantasy, bitch!” Paula hung up abruptly. The morning that had started so beautifully now felt like a storm. And just like that, the spirit I’d built up vanished.

Sara voice thickens and jaw clenches at the same time. Trisha gives her a weak smile. "It's not his fault." "Whose fault is it then that you are like this?" "It's mine." She sighs and leaves the glass in the sink before turning to lean against it. "I was deluded enough to think that my life could be a beautiful fairy tale. I just realised that life is just an ugly bitch. I was just too late." She laughs sadly and the lines of concern of Sara forehead deepen. She moves closer to Trisha perhaps instinctively.