99 Acts of Revenge for Her Beloved

I caught a glimpse of Patricia Zeller through the crack in the door. At that moment, she was sitting on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed with color, looking nothing like someone who was supposed to be ill. Meanwhile, her friends were chattering away, voices buzzing with excitement."Trish, remember freshman year? You paid someone to mess with Bradley, and he was ostracized by the entire class. He couldn't even go back to his dorm for a month," one of them said. Another chimed in, "And during senior year, you had someone wipe his final project. That cost Paul Jenner his honors award. In the end, Bradley got jumped in an empty classroom and walked out with a broken arm."This one makes 93. Just six more times, and you'll have enough to put together a scrapbook of love letters for Warren. He'll be so moved by how far you've gone for him!"A wave of nausea twisted in my gut. I had never imagined that the love I thought was meant to be was nothing but a carefully planned revenge. P

Outside, the others started grumbling. "It's just a joke, Trish. Since when can't you take a little teasing?""Bradley has been terrified of water since he was a kid. How could you joke about that?" Patricia's voice dropped, struggling to keep her anger in check. Someone replied casually, "Just think of it as another payback. Warren's back now. Don't you want to be with him already? After everything else you've done, what's one more?"Those words sent Patricia over the edge. She kicked the table hard and snapped, "He just got out of surgery! What if you tear his wounds open?"Warren's expression darkened the moment she finished speaking. He stared her down, then said quietly, "Patricia, it's only been four years. Did you really move on that fast?"Without thinking, Patricia blurted, "No! I've only ever loved you. That's never going to change!"The crowd burst into cheers and teasing laughter right away."Warren and Patricia were always supposed to be together. If Bradley hadn

Everyone except Patricia and Warren was taken into custody on the spot. It was late into the night when Patricia finally stepped out of the interrogation room. Outside, Warren was waiting for her. His eyes reddened, and his face was pale from exhaustion. He approached Patricia, gently took her hand, and said quietly, "Bradley's gone. I know you're hurting, but at least let someone look at your injuries—"Before he could finish, she yanked her hand away, her expression icy. Then, she turned to her assistant, who had come to pick her up. "Release a statement. Say Mr. Sloane passed away today in an accident. The entire company will shut down for a week of mourning. Any employee who refuses to participate will be terminated immediately. As for the delayed projects, enforce the breach clauses," she instructed in a low voice. Warren froze when he heard that. In disbelief, he ran after her and blocked her path. "Patricia, what does that even mean? We brought Bradley out today so

Suddenly, Warren burst out from wherever he had been hiding. He charged at me, knife in hand. "Look out!" Patricia shouted.In a flash, she threw herself in front of me.There was a sickening squelch. Her face contorted in pain as blood began soaking through her clothes. At the same time, the crowd around us erupted in screams. Warren's murderous expression shattered instantly. He looked horrified, shaking his head as he yelled, "Patricia, I didn't mean to hurt you! That bastard came back from the dead. I thought if I killed him, we'd finally have a future—"Before he could finish, Patricia's bodyguards rushed in and dragged him away. Police cars and an ambulance arrived not long after. Since I was involved, I had no choice but to go with them for questioning. After signing the paperwork, I received news that Patricia had made it out of surgery. But I turned to leave, wanting to avoid more trouble. Yet somehow, she dragged herself out of bed. She staggered out of the I