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

"You’ve always been beautiful and captivating, Ana."It’s the compliment I’ve heard so often over the past few years. Strangely, instead of feeling flattered, I feel disgusted by it.With the way I look now, people treat me kindly—always. But everything I’ve been through makes me wonder: Is this world only kind to those who look good? And if that’s true, then this world is deeply regressing. Then how would they treat me if I showed up as the old Tatiana—the girl with braces and thick glasses?After the bullying I went through five years ago, my parents moved me to a different country. The trauma from that time never fully left me. I was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and for a long while, I had to avoid places and people that reminded me of what happened. Even now, I still attend therapy—though not as frequently as in the first year.In this new place, I changed my nickname to Ana on purpose. Not just the name—I changed my entire appearance. I did everything I could t

"Three minutes of my time wasted, Miss."I gave Hugo my sweetest smile at his sarcastic greeting and walked toward him confidently. Yet not once did he turn his head to look at me.“Let’s just say those three minutes were payback for the favor I did for Cecil,” I replied smoothly.That finally made him turn to face me. His eyes scanned me from head to toe—and then he let out a low chuckle.“Miss Ana…” he murmured with a growing smile, extending his hand toward me.“Would this business deal fall through if I weren’t Ana?” I asked, half-teasing, half-curious.“Perhaps I’d still consider a second chance… if the client were this beautiful,” he said. Instead of smiling, I felt a familiar sting in my chest. Years ago, didn't this same man find me utterly disgusting?“Am I not allowed to sit down?” I asked, keeping my tone light.Like a perfect gentleman, Hugo wrapped an arm around my waist and led me toward the dining table—just a few steps away. He pulled out my chair and gently slid it in

“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—until the shocking news made me bolt 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 rumor that I w

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