All Chapters of GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“May I join you?”A baritone whisper brushed my ear, jolting me amid the nightclub’s pulsing music. I spun around and found Dario, the senior once notorious as a playboy during our college days. Two years had passed, yet nothing about him had changed. Revolting.“You’ve grown even more enchanting… and sexy, Ana,” he praised softly.Compliments like that have followed me for years. But instead of feeling flattered, I only felt disgusted. With how I look now, people treat me differently. I’m offered friendships, blind dates, even casual hookups. The world has gone mad. This was actually my first time in a place like this. Not because I’m trying to act virtuous, but because I have a dark past that’s made me draw strict boundaries, especially socially. Thankfully, I have four friends who are genuinely good to me.My name is Tatiana Horrison Maradona. Five years ago, I was the victim of cruel bullying. My parents moved me to another country almost immediately. The trauma never really left.

"Three minutes of my time wasted, Miss."I replied with a sweet smile and stepped forward with calm confidence. Yet he did not turn to look at me."Consider those three minutes payment for my favor to Cecil."Only then did he turn, running his eyes from my shoes to my hair before giving a quiet laugh."Horrison? Impossible..." he muttered, half astonished.I pretended not to notice."Would the deal fall apart if I were not Ana?" I asked softly."I might reconsider," he replied. "Though a connection this elegant deserves a second chance."I met his gaze without acknowledging the compliment."May I sit?" I asked. His strong arm slid to my waist, guiding me a few steps to the table. With practiced poise, he drew out a chair."Had I known from the start that you were the one seeking this partnership, I would have booked somewhere more distinguished."I answered with a faint smile. If he knew who I truly was, would he still speak so smoothly?The meeting proved more conversational than form

“So, you’re worried about me now?” I asked Ana. I noticed her face turn red with embarrassment, but her eyes flashed with irritation. She cleared her throat before muttering, “Good night, Hugo.” She quickly got out of the car and headed straight into her house, not even pretending to offer me a cup of coffee or wine. Not even out of politeness. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I watched her go. Never had I met a woman like Ana. Usually, women tried to seduce me into staying longer, even for a quick drink. But Ana was different. “Interesting,” I murmured as I drove off from her home. The next morning, my sleep was interrupted by the loud voice of my assistant. I groaned and cursed under my breath at the noise. The moment the shocking news hit me, I bolted upright. “What?!” I shouted, grabbing the tablet from his hands. “Deactivate that account immediately. And find out who made that video!” I snapped, unable to contain my fury. Seriously? Someone had the audacity to spread a

When I saw Hugo standing behind the door, my body jolted—my heart pounding so wildly it felt like it might burst out of my chest.He smiled, as if his presence there was the most natural thing in the world.“I startled you, didn’t I, Ana?” he said softly.I froze for a moment, drawing in a deep breath to calm the storm inside me—the fear and nerves clawing at my composure.But I couldn’t let him see me falter.“I’m not taking visitors right now,” I said sharply. “I’m not feeling well.” I tried to close the door.But Hugo slipped his foot between the frame. Before I could react, he pushed the door open and stepped inside—completely uninvited.His body pressed against mine, gradually forcing the half-open door behind me shut with a soft click.“Maybe I’m exactly what you need… to feel better,” he said with a grin before turning toward the sound of the television.He frowned at the broadcast—it was about him—then switched it off in annoyance and turned back to me.Without warning, he gra

I saw Ana’s face drain of color the moment my words reached her. Beads of sweat slowly gathered on her forehead, glistening under the soft, dim light. Her eyes welled with tears, her breath came in shallow gasps, and her fingers began to tremble—as though her body could no longer bear the weight of something unseen.Without a second thought, I pulled her into my arms—holding that slender frame tightly as her consciousness began to slip away.“Ana…” I whispered my voice barely more than a prayer—laced with the quiet terror of losing her.Carefully, I lifted her limp body out of the unit. My arms tightened around her waist, so light it felt as though I was holding a shadow—one that carried wounds far deeper than the skin, buried for far too long.Beneath the dimming sky, the car moved through silence. City lights flickered across the windows like fragments of broken dreams. Ana lay still in the passenger seat, quiet—save for the occasional faint murmur, as though she were trapped in a n