The Bitter Taste of Revenge: Deceiving Travis Moore

BIANCA LEWIS From a far corner of the event hall, I secretly watched Travis Moore. His face was partially hidden behind a phantom mask, but still his magnetic charm was impossible to ignore. A crowd of glamorous women surrounded him. Each one hoped to catch his attention—including my stepsister, Kitty. It was her birthday party. A masquerade ball theme. A smirk formed on my lips as I noticed how funny she froze when she saw me. After regaining her composure, she marched towards me. "What are you doing here?! You’re not invited to my birthday!" she hissed in annoyance. Kitty looked stunning tonight, but I could still sense her insecurity. And I knew exactly why. No matter how expensive her dress was. Or no matter how much effort she put into looking perfect, she still couldn’t outshine me. I had barely arrived, and yet, eyes were already drawn to me—even with my face hidden behind a masquerade mask. "Our dad invited me," I replied casually, sipping my wine. "Lower y

BIANCA LEWIS "Are you sure about this, Bianca?" Aunt Lucinda asked worriedly, her voice trembling as she gripped my hand tightly. We were in a room prepared for us by Jack Brown, a notorious loan shark. Tonight, he intended to take my virginity in exchange for a large sum of money—money that I desperately needed to cover my sister Belle's heart surgery. This was the only way I could think of to save her life. Jack also promised to provide for all of my needs and make me his queen, but only if I agreed to be his woman. Belle’s surgery had been canceled after the Moore Innovation Empire reclaimed the funds my mother had stolen. With time running out, turning to charity or the government for help was no longer an option. Besides, who would help us when our family’s name was now labeled as thieves? "This is the only way, Aunt Lucinda," I said with a hollow voice. My chest tightened from pain, but I couldn't cry. I was afraid that Jack would be pissed if I ruined my makeup Without

TRAVISI had been stuck on the road for nearly an hour because of heavy traffic. There had been an accident up ahead, and the authorities were still clearing out the vehicles. My patience was already running thin, and I had lost count of how many times I cursed in irritation.Zarina Jones was waiting for me at the hotel. She was my flavor of the month—a famous actress known for starring in wholesome movies and dramas. In reality, her behavior was the complete opposite. She was wild in bed, which was why, even after two weeks of flirting, I hadn’t ended things with her yet.Zarina was my distraction from the woman who had been haunting my thoughts for days. The woman's face in the bakeshop stuck with me like glue, and damn! I totally hate it!To cool my frustration, I rolled down my car window and lit a cigarette. A slight tug on my arm startled me just as I began to relax. It was the street children, begging for money to eat. “Mister, could you spare some coins? We just need money

BIANCA LEWISThe wind chimes made a soft sound, indicating someone had entered my pastry shop. I quickly stepped out of the kitchen, ready to greet my customer. However my words got caught in my throat when I saw who it was.“Oh, hi,” Travis Moore greeted me casually. He barely spared me a glance before shifting his attention to the cake display.“Hello. Are you here to buy a cake?”“Yes, for my niece.”Liar. The whole country knew he didn’t have any siblings, so how could he possibly have a niece? I knew exactly what he was doing—this was just an excuse to get close to me. But I wasn’t complaining. Fate seemed to be working in my favor without me doing anything. I had thought it would be difficult to attract Travis Moore, but it turned out everything was falling into place much easier than I had expected.“What does she like?” I asked.“Strawberry.”“I’m sorry but we’re out of strawberry cake."“How about red velvet?”“Also sold out.”He ran a hand over his nape, “Alright, just pac