Vengeance

ARIEL

"So....Sasha?" Asshole Colt looked at me, taking his eyes away from the road.

"I didn't think you'd come to my company. You should have given me a call." He said.

"How then would you know that I'm really interested in you? I prove through actions and not just words." I smiled at him and his lips curved upwards.

"You are very bold. Not many of your type are this brave." He said and my teeth hit each other in an attempt to smile. Many of my type. Wow.

"What type?" I asked as he pulled into his compound, bringing the car to a stop.

For a CEO who talks big, his house was ridiculously small.

"This–" He looked at me and gave a nervous laugh. "Welcome to my home." He muttered instead, getting out of the car.

I didn't wait for a gentleman act as I also stepped out of the car instantly and walked behind him into the house.

"Where's your wife?" I looked around the house. Pretty decent for a half murder scene.

"She's out of the country."

"Hmm, I see." I muttered with a smile, "Perfect."

He grins at me and dropped his suitcase on the chair, walking towards me while pulling his tie off his neck. I take the bait, stepping towards him too, placing my hands on his chest.

"Do you think she'd come back anytime soon?"

"Get your mind off my wife and fix it on us and we are going to do here." He said, whispering into my ear. I gave a groan of discomfort which I'm pretty sure he heard as a mo@n, because he stuck his tongue about to lick my neck when I suddenly kneed him in the stomach.

"Urgh!" He shot his ass backwards, his arms wrapping round his stomach.

"You like it rough, huh?" He groaned as he raised his head to stare at me.

"Very." I smiled and run my hands over his shoulders as I walked backwards. "Too rough." I dragged his tie backwards, pulling his head with it.

Red color rushed to his face, his mouth opening in shock and a failed attempt to capture air.

"You must be an idiot to think a Sasha would visit you at your office and home." I dragged the tie tighter, blocking off any air that might try to save him. "What? My type? Assholes like you don't get to use that word." I gave him a final sentence for now and hit him at the side of his neck. He fell unconscious immediately and I let go of the tie.

"You are not dying any time soon. Live a long long life."

Thirty minutes later, his model wife was pulling her luggage right through the door.

"Uh, let me help you with that." I rushed to her and she almost disappeared through the door before I locked it.

"Who the h*ll are you and what are you doing in my house?!" She screamed at me and I flattened my lips.

"I'm an angel." I whispered to her ears and hit her right at the neck too before dragging her off the living room.

Now tied and secured in their room, I picked a bowl on water and emptied it on both of their faces.

The woman was fast to recover from the hit.

"Hi."

"Who are you?" She barked at me.

"Tommy sent me to get revenge."

"Who's Tommy?" She raised her brow.

Something stabbed at my chest. Pain, Anger. She didn't even know the name of her own son. He was going to be six years this December and she didn't know his name. I stared at her hatefully. I might be passing aggression cause of the way I'm feeling but she and her husband totally deserved what was happening to them right now.

"Your son." My voice came out in a whisper.

"What son?" She looked at me in a confused gaze before recognition hit her. "How did you–"

I cut her off with a sound slap as her head moved to the side. She screamed out loud as she turned back to look at me.

"Who the h*ll are you?! And why would you interfere in my life! You don't know anything about me." She screamed out loud.

I sighed. "This was supposed to be silent." I muttered angrily and walked to the side of her room, picking her pretty mirror and hitting it in the ground.

It broke into numerous pieces resembling my life and I picked just a piece.

"How about we destroy your face?"

"That's my career!" She screamed.

"Of course, I know that. I see you on magazines." I said harshly.

"Wait!" She closed her eyes, taking in a deep sigh.

People are always this way when they are scared of something or someone. They tend to think of things that can be used to hold on until something unexpected happens and works in their favour.

"What?" I raised my brow, interestingly.

"Where's he? Tommy?"

"Who said you can call his name?" I asked, "You didn't give him that name, did you?"

She didn't back down. "I tried to look for him. I really tried, hmmm? Colt, say something." She shouted at her husband and he looked at me.

"You will regret this." He muttered vengefully. Anger bristled under my skin at his words and I smirked, looking around the room.

Oh great, he was a drunkard too, that explained why a bottle of wine was laying aimlessly in the room. I walked to it and picked the bottle, sending it crashing on his head.

"Colt!!!"

"Shhh. Your husband doesn't love you. I was here as a call girl." I said to the screaming woman and she gulped. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, she was freaking scared right now.

"I just needed to pursue my career. If someone knew we had a child, they won't make me the model for my debut magazine." She tried to explain.

"Or maybe, you just didn't want him." I said and her eyes widened in fear. Fear that I knew the truth.

"Then you shouldn't have birthed him at all. If you know the child your child is going to lead, you'll regret it. Till then....also try to heal like he would." I said.

Ten minutes later, I walked out of the house, having given her a model mark on her face. She would millions to get face surgery and she wouldn't have it, because her account has been hacked and all the money in it, donated for charity. As for Asshole Colt, I broke all ten of his fingers and soon enough, he would see the news of his company blowing up on the news. It was a perfect revenge.