Love for revenge

"Ha, ha, ha. Who would believe that you and I are lovers?" the man questions incredulously."Not even in my dreams could I be interested in someone like you. You're so plain it hurts my eyes just to look at you. Besides, how could I trust the woman behind every one of my failures?""Nathan!!" his chauffeur shouts."No 'Nathan'—just look at her. She's so unkempt and insignificant, it's unbelievable that she's Lefebvre’s wife. Now I understand why he's been cheating on her for so many years.""I-I know my appearance isn't the best, but it’s the only way I could think of to humiliate Oliver," I murmur, enduring his insults."And what do you mean I’m behind your misfortunes?""Your lab is always a strong competitor for us. Stealing our products—that’s something you're great at.""My lab?""Yes, your lab. Everyone knows that ParfumLab belongs to you and that you're the sole owner.""T-that's not true. My parents' lab went bankrupt.""Do you think your pathetic crying will convince me other

Giselle After more than thirty minutes, I finally reach the gates of the house—a place that now fills me with nothing but disgust. With no other choice, I step through them. Once again, I find myself standing before the door. I ring the bell, and after a few seconds, the housekeeper opens it, but not without throwing a disdainful look my way.“Where have you been?” she snaps, not even bothering to greet me.“I just went for a walk,” I reply, eyes lowered. I can’t believe no one in this house respects me. But worse than that—I can’t believe I’ve been stupid enough to put up with it for so long.“Instead of wasting your time, you should’ve been taking care of my boy,” she mutters bitterly. Before she can continue with her venomous remarks, my mother-in-law’s voice cuts through the tension.“So you finally decided to come back. Where were you?” she asks, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her glare sharp and accusing.“I went for a walk.”“A walk? Isn’t the garden air good enough for

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she murmurs once she’s settled into her seat.“I wasn’t going to, but I had no other choice,” I reply honestly.“You couldn’t find the rest of my formula, could you?” she asks, watching my every expression with unnerving precision.“How did you know I’d look for someone to help me complete it?” I ask, surprised.“Because I saw the same look on your face that Oliver gets when he wants something,” she murmurs with a small sigh.“Don’t compare me to that idiot,” I hiss, my voice laced with anger. She merely shrugs in response and keeps her eyes on me, waiting for me to say something more. When I don’t, she’s the first to speak again, bringing up her offer.“So… have you decided to accept my deal?” she asks in a whisper, lowering her gaze and fiddling with her fingers.“Yes, I’ll help you. But let me be clear: if I find out this is some kind of trap between you and Oliver, I’ll make our marriage a living hell. You’ll wish you were dead rather than married to

"Giselle, you can go back to your room now and don’t come out until I say so," Oliver’s mother interrupts us, and thanks to that, I hold myself back from continuing the argument with the woman in front of me.I go up to my room, and almost immediately, Mrs. Chantal locks the door to keep me from leaving. When I think she's gone, I start going through my drawers and closet and quickly realize someone’s been rummaging through my things.I collapse onto the bed and fall back asleep until dinnertime, when Oliver comes to get me so I can go downstairs with him.The following days pass like clockwork—I stay locked in my room, pretending to sleep all day, while in my mind I plot how to get Nathan into tomorrow night’s event. The only solution I come up with is for him to enter through the service door. No one will notice him that way, since all the press will be crowded at the main entrance, snapping photos of everyone who comes and goes.[…]"Your dress is here, so get changed quickly," my

I can hear my own words echoing in my ears, leaving a deathly silence hanging in the air. But almost instantly, the room erupts in whispers and flashing cameras, all scrambling to catch every second of what’s about to unfold.“What kind of nonsense is that?” Oliver roars, his usual calm completely shattered. For the first time, his true nature slips through—cruel, dangerous, unfiltered.“You heard me. I want a divorce,” I declare, my voice steady. “After eight years of marriage, I don’t love you anymore. I’ve fallen for someone else—someone who made me feel like I actually matter. He treats me like I’m his whole world. And most importantly, he gives me the kind of love I deserve. A love that’s just mine, not something I have to share with someone else.”I glance at his lover, who stands frozen, clearly stunned by how differently things are playing out from the careful plan she once crafted.“You cheated on my son? You filthy whore!” Oliver’s mother screams, and before I can react, her