Romans & histoires Cheers to comeuppance

It had been a long time coming, and I could finally get my revenge and all I wanted. "That sounds perfect," I told him. "Will you have some whiskey then? You look like you could actually do with some." He said jokingly. Heading towards his minibar to grab a bottle and some glasses. I really do not mind whatever diss he throws at me from now on. As long as he would serve as a means to fulfil my dreams, I can be respectful for the time being. Just till the time I get what I want. "Here is to victory." Bethel raised his glass in a cheer.

I mirror his sinister grin. "You're right, we need to make our move as soon as possible." He lifts his glass to me. "Cheers to our future successful, cousin." I lift mine and clink it against his. "Cheers to our future power." Toasting to our brilliant plan, then we both take sips and I smile behind the glass. Ahh.. I can already smell and taste the scent of success in the air.

[Elara] “Here,” Griffin says, handing me a flute of sparkling champagne. “To the successful execution of phase one of your revenge.” I gladly accept the drink and clink my glass against his. “And here’s to hoping everything from now on goes just as smoothly as tonight.” We both take small sips before Griffin guides me to the couch. After the whole event concluded with Beatrice breaking down in front of some of the most twisted billionaires in the world, I wish I could say I felt at least a little better.

A fresh suit, a composed face, not a single sign of guilt or regret. Typical Ethan. He stepped forward and waved his hand for everyone to settle. "Thank you all for coming," he said, his voice smooth. "Tonight is to celebrate our team’s hard work. This event wouldn’t have been a success without everyone’s contribution." He raised his wine glass. "To us." A chorus of “Cheers!” followed. I reluctantly picked up a glass and took a sip. The wine slid down my throat with an unfamiliar bitterness…just like Ethan's voice.

Mia scoffs. “Ugh, that asshole,” Lily groans. “I heard he got out of rehab. But honestly, I’m betting he’s gonna end up right back there. That dude will never be normal.” I laugh, but I could care less what happens to that fucking loser. Good riddance. Lucas clears his throat, lifting his wine glass. “Alright, everyone…glasses up.” We all raise our glasses, clinking them together. “To more years of friendship, love, and happiness. Cheers!” “Cheers!” we all echo, grinning like fools.

(French for ‘Cheers’) She clinked her glass to his and replied with ‘Sláinte’. (Irish for ‘Cheers’) They both took a sip. She couldn’t quite believe that he was standing here in front of her. The wine was like liquid velvet, fragrant, round and smooth. Clearly very expensive.

I say exited "Let's make a cheers to taking out the trash" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Standing at my doorstep, Laurence boldly listed off his accusations. "It's all your fault. You ruined our lives—mine and Zoey's," he growled, glaring at me. "You need to make it up to us. If you don't, we won't let you off the hook. You won't be able to live your life in peace." I leaned back, unfazed. "I see. So how can I make it up to you?" "Transfer your barbeque shop and house to us, and give us 300 thousand," he demanded, as if he had every right.

Janice laughed forcefully and clasped her hand on one of the young man's arms to get his attention. "Well," Nica smiled sweetly at her half-sister. "Today is your day, don't worry because no one else will know the secret of this success of yours." She said meaningfully. She wanted to laugh when Janice turned pale. Margaret immediately stepped in and handed a goblet with red wine to Chrismith. "Cheers?" Nica's seductive snatch of Chris's attention. It was her way of revenge on her stepmother and sister. "Cheers!" The young man politely faced Nica and toasted with the goblet he was holding.

"Sorry, that was..." "I know. I don't want to hear it. These guys are getting on my nerves, seriously!" Chloe grunts. I walk over to see that she has already poured out the bourbon in two tall champagne flutes. "What was it you said before? We're toasting to being independent, functional, and working-class ladies in society." Chloe smiles, picking up a flute while I do the same. "Cheers," I say, mirroring her smile as we clink our glasses together.