Woman Things Novels & Stories

Right beside her, leaning over to cut her steak for her, was my husband, Roberto Bertelli, the Don of the Bertelli family, the man who commanded an entire underground empire. In six years of marriage, he had never once been that attentive toward me. On my birthday, I had my nails done and asked him to peel my shrimp. Instead of doing it himself, he had a housemaid handle it. My own husband would not do something that small for me, yet there he was, happily cutting Martina's steak for her. Every excuse he had ever given me suddenly made sense: I simply was not the woman he thought was worth that kind of effort. My heart had gone numb, but the video kept playing.

"She's right. There is no greater virtue than saving a life." "Exactly. What kind of grudge could matter more than a life? They've already gone on their knees." A middle-aged woman holding a thermos stood near the front of the crowd and jerked her chin toward my door. "I heard about it yesterday. That girl looked pretty kind at first glance. Who would've thought her heart would be this cold?" Someone beside her immediately agreed. "Right? Her husband is at death's door, and she's lying in there pretending to be sick. I heard she's refusing on purpose."

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

Hence, I asked the woman kindly, "Did the HR department not pay you the compensation for firing you according to your employment contract?" The woman could only stammer in response. Tears began flowing down her cheeks at that moment. Soon, she was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Amidst her sobs, she made sure to shout at me in a cutesy voice, "So what if you're rich?" With that, she ran away once again. I finally understood what was going on. That woman was another one of my many crazed admirers. She was purely acting out of the ordinary just to attract my attention.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

’ Ayana thought, but for some reason, she opted to stay mute and just assess the two lions in a verbal war. “Not all women are the same. If you have been meeting some loose b*tches out there, they don’t define who all women are. And you can not always get what you want. You cannot prove yourself a man by forcing yourself into people who defy your charm.” Robby shot back.

"Women know what it's like to be told we're unqualified and weak. We know what it's like to work twice as hard for half the recognition. We know what it's like to have our emotions weaponized, our ambitions questioned, our capabilities doubted." Victoria's voice rang out clear and certain. "And you know what? That makes us fighters,it makes us resilient. That makes us dangerous to any system built on keeping people down." A woman near the front started clapping,then another,and then a whole section erupted in applause. Victoria felt power surge through her veins.

“Isn’t that obvious? You are not yet married, silly.” My face flush and instant red. No. No. No. “Well if that is a criteria for attending these meetings, then I think the Lady should not be here.” A woman with siren brown eyes, voices out. She is seated right beside the red nails woman, and has a gum in her mouth. She looks… wicked. Okay, Margaret identified. “Oh, that is so true. What then defines who is a woman and who is a maiden when everyone with a breast is allowed here?” Red nails asks.

Egon's POV People say that the weakest thing in this world is a woman, but according to me, a woman is the most cunning and dangerous thing in the world. They only show themselves to be weak to live in peace. Men are stupid, always flag their false bravery. My whole life I have been surrounded by women who are cunning, mischievous, evil, fearless, greedy and brave. And the one who tops the list is my beautiful captive. She is an interesting person, and you will never feel bored around her. My enchanting little thing.

But neither did I retreat. "I'm just saying," I muttered instead, not in the mood to argue with him. I pushed past him, "if she's half as deadly as she's classy, we're all fucked. "And if you mess this up," he bellowed after me, "you'll be the one to ruin the last hope this company has." I didn't answer him. But I knew what I saw in that woman's eyes, and it wasn't just “intelligence”. It was a calculating edge. And something colder.