Unwanted Girl Spoiled Mga Nobela at Kwento

He wasn't just a rebel; he was a guy trying to keep his head above water in a sea of bad choices. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Then again. And again. I pulled it out, the screen illuminating my face in the darkness. My heart plummeted. It was a notification from the Crestwood Confidential gossip site. NEW POST: The Tutor or the Tease? Scholarship Girl spotted in the library stacks with Kai again. Is she helping him with his grades, or is he helping her lose her 'Good Girl' reputation? An anonymous tip says there’s a price tag on her heart. #BadBoyBet #ScholarshipScandal

She was trending on the site’s front page. Another text. D:* The Spoiled Princess is a smash hit. You performed perfectly. Clean yourself up. I’m sending a car at midnight. I wish to taste my success. Sloane stared at the numbers, then at the message. The taste in her mouth was a mix of champagne, salt from her tears, and something else, something dark and addictive. She had sold a piece of her soul tonight, and the market had paid a fortune for it. As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act.

' I say nervously but she just gives me a tight nod while looking at me up and down. 'Who are you?' she asks well more like demands. 'Isabella.' 'Are you one of Ace's hookups.' she looks at me with a disgusted look and I had decided right then that I did not like this girl not only because of her rudeness but the way she dressed. Her clothes were so tight I could swear the button on her uniform was ready to burst at any moment not mention how short her uniform was. 'Because if you are let me tell you right now not to get your hopes up, I can see the look on your face you like him well let me tell you something little girly he is fucking mine.' she says while smirking then she held her hands

I plead with her but she only cries harder as if she is hurting very badly. "I am not lucky enough to be loved by someone Anu and my mind have accepted it very long time ago. But still, my heart is not believing it. My heart wants to be loved by someone, my heart wants to be cherished by someone. But I know no one will want to love a girl like me. I am a spoiled girl who only knows how to ruin anyone's life so I have accepted that I will be all alone in my life." She says looking helplessly at me. I hug her while rubbing her back trying to console her.

As I thought about this, tears filled my eyes. Upon noticing my distress, Jean initially seemed regretful and wanted to console me. But suddenly, she jumped up in terror and frantically clawed at her back. She screamed hysterically, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Then, without warning, she turned and ran. She headed straight for the window as if she intended to jump out! I was startled at this. Along with a few other classmates who had woken up, I quickly pulled her back. After that incident, I became genuinely concerned about her mental state. I decided not to push her as I had with Willow. Instead, I quietly observed her, worried she might harm herself.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

“Or what, Dagmara? You’ll make me feel unwanted? I’ve been unwanted since the day I was born. My mother wanted me so little that she died rather than raise me. My father never even saw me until I was forced to live with him after my grandmother died. Even she made it clear that she did not want me. My stepmother hated me so much that she turned me into a thrall and beat me every chance she got.” “If your stepson does not want me, he is just one more in a long line. And if you wish to chase me away, you will need to try harder. I have not had a daily beating since I came here. No one has threatened to destroy my few measly possessions. My clothes remain intact and not destroyed. There have be

“You’re too good of a person to let a guy make you feel unwanted.” Alicia smiled at him and nodded to his words. He was right and she’s never been one to let a guy make her feel like shit when she can have whoever she wants. “Thank you, Andre. That makes me feel better.” The conversations died down and the movie started. Of course someone had to choose a nasty movie and Alicia bets it on her fat bum that Sophia chose the movie, she’s just one nasty girl and Alicia can’t judge because she’s a nasty girl as well.

“So… how was your meeting with my dad today?” One glass went down fast. Then another. “It was good. What else would it be?” Another drink appeared in her hand. At this rate, she’d pass out before midnight. She opened her mouth to say something suspicious. But suddenly, a drunk girl stumbled straight into her, spilling wine all over Sophia’s dress. Sophia snapped instantly. “Are you blind?! You ruined my dress!” The girl staggered closer, clearly looking for a fight. “What’s a spoiled rich girl like you doing in a place like this? Or does your daddy pay for everything?”