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GEEKY GIRL REVENGE Eighteen
His lips landed on my forehead—a kiss that belonged to neither the public nor our script. Warm, yet restrained by the etiquette he had crafted himself. He held back, letting me set the next distance. I noticed both of his hands paused at the sides of my face, not touching, as if waiting for permission.In my mind, all the revenge scenarios churned. And yet, for the first time, something strange pulled me back. Was it pity? Or a strategy—to make his downfall feel... more grand?Hugo brushed a stray strand of hair from my cheek.“Say something,” he murmured.“Something.”He laughed at that, and the tremor of it traveled to the edge of the sofa. “Sometimes I think you’re a mirror reflecting the darkest part of me.”“Mirrors don’t create the darkness, Hugo. They just show it.”“And if that reflection falls in love with you?”I closed my eyes—only for a moment—letting that word hang in the air. Love. One syllable that could turn a path of vengeance into a maze. I opened my eyes again, lett
GEEKY GIRL REVENGE Seventeen
The sky darkened, and the jazz in the dining room melted into a piano ballad, its tempo nearly matching the rhythm of our pulses. Hugo spun me once more—a closing movement so seamless that my final step brought my back gently against the balcony wall.The world around us seemed to shrink; there was only him, and the cool breeze threading through my hair.“I forgot,” he said softly, brushing a loose strand behind my ear, “what it feels like to be in awe. You reminded me tonight.”I gave a small smirk. “Awe is fragile. Like glass—crack it just a little, and the reflection inside changes.”“And you like breaking glass, hm?” he teased lightly, but his eyes searched me with a sincerity he couldn’t quite hide.Before I could answer, Ballero slid open the door. “Mr. Cassilas, dessert is ready.”Hugo turned his head, his hand still resting on my waist. “We’ll be right there.” Ballero nodded, casting me a brief glance—trying to decipher what role I now played—then closed the door again.In the
GEEKY GIRL REVENGE Sixteen
“Ana,” Hugo said. And somehow, tonight, my name sounded different on his lips.I kissed his mother on the cheek, complimented the mansion’s interior, and spoke with his father about Italian paintings.I answered sharp questions with calm smiles and graceful arguments.Even when his younger sister asked, with thinly veiled sarcasm, whether I knew how to cook,I replied with a lighthearted story about kitchens and a digital food start-up.And so, the evening flowed on.They couldn’t help but like me. And Hugo… couldn’t hide his fascination. I caught his gaze more than once— When I laughed, When I explained my market research, When his mother touched my arm and said,“You know, you have a presence that feels… just right for this family.”I leaned against the balcony railing, breathing in the night air tinged with the scent of pine. The city lights shimmered below like stars spilled across the earth.Then came footsteps—too composed for a man in a suit—drawing closer, until the air around
GEEKY GIRL REVENGE Fifteen
Two days after that kiss, the world was still in an uproar.But I remained silent.I let the media spiral into madness, let the name Ana top the search trends, let gossip analysts dig into a past they didn't know—and would never find.Hugo had vanished for two days.No messages. No calls. Nothing.I should’ve felt relieved.But instead, it made everything feel even heavier.Hugo was a man full of surprises. And when he went quiet... it meant he was planning something.And I was right.At eight in the evening, Holly walked into my apartment with a wary expression. In her hand, a tablet—already streaming a live broadcast.“Ana, look at this.”Live coverage is underway on a leading business news channel. A lavish conference room, the camera fixed on an empty podium.Then, Hugo stepped out from behind the curtain—black suit, dark gray tie, and a gaze sharp enough to cut through glass.The commentator's voice echoed:“Today, at the main corporate conference of Max, Hugo Maximiliano Cassila
GEEKY GIRL REVENGE Fourteen
His lips claimed mine in a dominating, unyielding kiss. Firm. Possessive. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t passionate. It was a declaration. A statement. A conquest.Camera flashes exploded around us like fireworks. Reporters shouted over one another, microphones pointed at us like weapons.I didn’t kiss him back. But I didn’t pull away either. Because my body froze. Because for all my intent plans of destruction, I hadn’t prepared for what it would feel like—to be touched like this, in front of the world, by the man I was supposed to hate. The man who once laughed at my pain. The man who now held me as if I belonged to him.Silently, I tasted bitterness.My first kiss …Not born of love. Not born of sincerity. But stolen by the manipulation of a man I utterly despised. He took it without permission. Without remorse.And the worst part? The world believed I wanted it.When he pulled away, Hugo turned back to the cameras. His breath was steady. His voice, unwavering: “The official engagemen
GEEKY GIRL REVENGE Thirteen
The next morning, Hugo arrived earlier than I expected.I hadn’t even finished fixing my hair when I heard a soft knock on my hospital room door. Before I could answer, the door opened—and there he was, walking in with that signature overconfidence that always seemed a little too much for someone who was, ultimately, only human.He carried two cups of coffee in take-away holders that looked far too aesthetic for something meant to be disposable, along with two still-warm chocolate croissants in a chic Parisian-style paper bag. And—of course—he brought his usual infuriating aura, the kind that was impossible to ignore no matter how hard one tried. He entered the room like a lead actor who knew, without a doubt, that the spotlight was his. And damn it, it was.“Good morning, favorite patient,” he greeted lightly, with that half-smile of his that was far too lethal for this early in the day. “Ready to be released from this white prison?”I shot him a sharp look. “I’m not imprisoned. I’m
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