Wendy Red Velvet Racist の小説・ストーリー

They even planned to have a go at you! Silas' expression was filled with bloodlust. There was no need to ask for details. The extent of their debauchery and the disgusting things they had said and planned to do to Victoria was obvious from Silas' expression. Wendy slammed her fist on the steering wheel. Her cute face was full of bloodlust. "Such vile bastards do not deserve to live. They're just a waste of space and food." Wendy and Silas felt the same. They could accept Ashton and the others trying to ruin Benjamin's reputation.

she demanded, her voice losing its sugary sweetness. I wiped my face, the agony in my arm mild compared to the weight crushing upon my chest. My body tensed at the mention of Vanessa’s name. I didn’t respond. Then Wendy’s expression turned predatory. “Who is she, really? She’s everywhere now. A fashion designer? Some kind of businesswoman? Is she your new plaything?” My jaw clenched in anger. “Wendy, She’s none of your concern.” She smirked, leaning against the counter.

"When it was life or death, his first instinct was to save me. You? You're nothing but a cheap little plaything he can toss aside whenever he wants." I felt nothing. I picked up a clean strip of gauze, pressed it against my bleeding wound, and asked her, perfectly calm: "You're an Alpha's daughter. You faced one beast and collapsed. Couldn't even run." My voice was flat. "If I were you, I'd be ashamed." Wendy's face twisted with rage. "You filthy, lowborn slave — how dare you talk to me like that?" she hissed, her voice a furious whisper. Her eyes landed on the kettle sitting on the table — just boiled, still sending up curls of steam.

‘Even if she’s a model, she’s already way better than Nicole! Wendy’s face stiffened when she heard this and quickly said, “How could your brother fancy a model? Models have a very messy private life and are basically escorts who drink and sleep with whoever that can pay them…” The people upstairs heard this and looked at each other with a smile. Yvette sneered and raised her voice. “If you look down on us, then don’t come. Who invited you anyway?” Ingrid stopped in her tracks and did not expect that others would overhear their conversation, then cast a reproachful glance at Wendy.

"Yeah, but honestly? I think Carter's patience is wearing thin. When Nate's little gang of scumbags got into trouble, Carter didn't lift a finger to help. In fact, he went out of his way to distance himself from them." She grinned, satisfied. "Serves them right. God, I've hated those disgusting creeps for years." Wendy had been at Theo's birthday banquet too. She hadn't seen the exact moment when those jerks tripped Sharon, but she had witnessed them harassing the young waitresses—leering, cracking vulgar jokes. They were absolutely vile. Thank God Sharon hadn't swallowed the humiliation. Quietly gathering evidence behind the scenes, she made sure to pay them back, every last bit. If not, th

"This scumbag's behavior is getting worse with age. Poor Wendy. Her reputation was almost being destroyed by this bastard. She nearly lost her job. How could someone so disgusting exist?" "Doesn't that old bastard have a son? He has so much debt. Why didn't he seek help from his son instead? Why did he look for his daughter? By the way, human traffickers deserve to go to hell." "These old, rotten bastards are always idiots. It was fortunate that Mr. Johnson from the MRC Group believed Wendy. Or else her reputation would be ruined for the rest of her life! She would still be condemned even if someone spoke for her!"

"Wendy Sanders, I've already canceled our wedding! How could you seize resources from a cooperating company? Do you have no shame?" Wendy was not wearing her usual professional suit and was instead in a red dress. She remarked casually, "In the business world, everyone relies on their own ability. I beat you fair and square. Don’t blame me for your incompetence! Instead of yelling at me, shouldn't you spend time with that old man? Without the immunity injection, he might not make it to next week…"

I retorted, "Because you're all bitches and scumbags. But you use true love as an excuse for cheating." Wendy's face became twisted for an instant, but quickly returned to normal. She then walked up to me calmly. Her voice was full of hate. "I want to see how you look after you lose everything bit by bit. You have no idea how I was trembling with excitement when I saw you begging Frank not to go. The pitiful look on your face is truly addictive!"

"You think I'm a queen?" "Indeed you are and you deserve to be treated as such" "Come here Wendy" I say as pull her into big hug, we've not done this in weeks "I miss your hugs" "Same here" "I'm sorry about Blake" "Nah, it's nothing. I'll get over it. I deserve better than such a scumbag. I'll meet someone better" "Of course you will" Wendy is the most optimistic person you will ever meet. She just got out of a toxic relationship but she's still positive that she'll find a better man. I admire her optimistic nature.

"Wendy must take up responsibility for her behavior. She cannot stay, lest she hurts the company more!" Rochelle couldn't hold back her greed anymore. "Wendy is a slut who schemed and plotted her way into a marriage by sleeping with Mr. Grayson! She's a barren bitch who goes after a pregnant employee because she's jealous! And now look what happened to the share prices!" She persuaded, "Please, cast your votes now! The company does not need useless maggots like her! Unseat her!" "A scheming, plotting bitch who slept with Mr. Grayson?" I rephrased it quietly, then I added, "I don't think you should call yourself a bitch, Ms. Wood."