Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ava’S Revenge: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett.My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.I wasn't raised by my parents; I lost them in a car accident early on. Since then, my brother Natan has taken care of me. Unlike me, he has green eyes and blond hair. Cold and calculating, he is the perfect definition of the man I consider a father.I gaze at myself in the mirror one last time, and as always, I am stunning. My beautiful body is clad in a tight black dress, and my feet are adorned with high-heeled shoes of the same color. I applied light makeup and tied my hair in a pineapple bun.I've always been passionate about my physica

Today, I decided to tease my boss a bit. I wore a short gray pencil skirt and a formal white shirt deliberately unbuttoned at the first three buttons. I know exactly the effect this will have on him, especially when it comes to my breasts.I walk into his office with confidence, aware of the surprised and uncomfortable look that will form on his face as soon as he sees me.As I approach his desk, his eyes can't help but notice the obvious. The fixed gaze on my breasts betrays a mix of surprise, confusion, and even a touch of repressed desire.I am loving the discomfort I am causing him. It's a small form of revenge. His expression changes quickly, swallowing hard as he tries to maintain composure.While he struggles to disguise his discomfort, I maintain an impassive expression, savoring the moment. I know I am achieving the goal of disturbing his tranquility and questioning his control over the situation."Sir, here are the reports you asked me to review yesterday," I say, placing the

I hate Mondays. It's as if the universe conspires against me from the moment I wake up. Today was no exception. I'm stuck in the middle of this infernal traffic, inside a taxi that barely moves. The clock keeps ticking, and anxiety takes over me.I look at the clock on the taxi dashboard and calculate the lost time. Twenty minutes, at most. Twenty more minutes that separate me from the scolding I know awaits me at the company.Finally, the taxi starts moving slowly, as if mocking my agony. But every lost second feels like an eternity. I look out the window, watching people hurriedly walking on the sidewalks, free from this torment on wheels.Finally, I arrive at the company, twenty minutes late, as I feared. I take a deep breath before entering, preparing myself to face the consequences of my lateness.Your boss is furious today, he asked me to tell you that he's waiting for you.I'll go then - I shrugged.Good luck.I don't need it, Samantha!I think you will today.I smile at my new