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If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't even know what spending money was! Years ago, when I was friends with that family, I found out that they were going bankrupt. They were even thinking of selling their properties in order to take care of their unborn child which was Elijah. It was a secret but she told me mainly because of how close we were. So I decided to help them. I took away Elijah but instead of them being grateful to me, they took me to court and accused me of so many things! My reputation got destroyed but they didn't even apologize to me despite what I had done for them. So of course I had to get my revenge.

Harah's long litany. "Oh, Harah. I hope you didn't bother any more. Maybe you don't have any more expenses for that, right? Take the nine hundred. One hundred thousand is fine." Sister Marilyn replied. Harah insisted so the old woman did nothing and let Harah have her way.

Desperate times require desperate measures. "Because I chose you. I could have picked anyone to be my bride. Any lady would have jumped at the opportunity, so if I choose you, you should be happy. Do you know how much power comes with being my wife?! Wouldn’t you like to use that to your advantage—to get revenge on those who did you wrong?" he said, taking puffs of the cigarette he had just lit. The room’s full light wasn’t on; everything was dim, and with the smoke, it was hard to see his expression. I’d never thought of getting revenge, and even if I wanted to, why would I get help from this commanding, arrogant man?

“Mabel forged documents years ago. She had stolen millions. If Jordan is recognized as the rightful heir… everything collapses. Her entire empire. Her life.” Marcus cursed viciously under his breath. Damien’s fists clenched so tightly I heard his knuckles crack. “So this was never just revenge,” Damien said, his voice dangerously low. Victor nodded slowly. “It started as revenge. But now… it’s survival.” A long, suffocating silence followed. Then Victor reached painfully into the inside pocket of his torn jacket. Every guard in the room instantly raised their weapons, the metallic clicks echoing sharply.

I nodded, "Yes, I am fine. You said something about working with you to get revenge on Jude and his family." "That's right," he replied. "I have a lot of questions," I told him. "But first of all, I want to know what someone like me can do to help a billionaire like you get revenge against Jude and the others. He sat on the bed beside me, causing me to move a little to create some distance between us." His eyes peered into mine as he said without hesitation, "For starters, marry me." My mouth became wide open as I exclaimed, "What!"

His words sparked realization. "So, everything that happened to my father was all your plan?" she asked, suspecting he was behind her father's troubles to further his revenge. He married her solely to exact revenge on her father. Draco didn't need to respond; the slight curl of his lip was answer enough. "And you think you'll succeed?" she couldn't help but ask. "I'm Draco Atlas Smith. Nothing is impossible for me," he said, his voice icy cold. "And I won't let you," she said.

I am not doing this because I want our financial status to go back to the way it used to be but I guess wanting to help my father recover his business will lead to that which is why my mother is all smiles. I do not believe that money solves it all. For Fred and Brenda, this is just the beginning. I am going to make sure that they come begging me with their knees, seeking my forgiveness. What other life would a woman want other than being married to a billionaire? Not just a billionaire, but the youngest billionaire in the city? This is my revenge tactic. Fred would be shocked. Brenda would be caught unawares and I will make sure to make their life a living hell. The thought of my revenge al

My fingers ran across the papers whose numbers ran into billions of dollars. “ You made me a billionaire without me even working, aren't you scared that I am going to run off with your money? Maybe with a toy boy? Who I will squander them on?” “ You can” he shrugged, he was not putting up any resistance. “ Can I do that? Get a toy boy?” “ Yes, but I can't guarantee that he will live long enough to touch you, Reina…’’ A jolt spread through my body when his finger grazed my coochie. “ This is mine and mine alone”

Stupid girl. A smirk crosses his face as he looks me up and down, like a lion eyeing its prey. I swallow hard. No! I won't let him get me. Mustering all my strength, I shove him hard. He staggers backward, clearly not expecting my actions. By some miracle, the elevator doors close just as he lunges forward again. “Goodness. That was close,” I mutter, leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor. Why did I think slapping a billionaire was a good idea? First, I stole from him, and now I slapped him. I wonder what Mother Annabelle will say now.

The moonlight caught the silver in his watch, the sharpness of his suit, and the absolute void in his eyes. "Love is a weakness that people like us can't afford, Lily," he said, stepping out into the cool night air. "Revenge, however... revenge is the only thing that lasts." As she followed him toward the towering front doors of the mansion, Lily looked up at the stars. They seemed so far away, so indifferent to the girl in the white lace dress. She had saved Mia, but as the heavy doors of the Vallocchi estate closed behind her, she knew the price was far higher than five million pesos.