Dirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

He yells at the croupier in a mini-dress, “Hey, Nida, keep my winnings for me! I’ll be right back!” The thin tattooed Indian woman seductively smiles at Rube, knowing that she will be sharing the muscled baddie’s bed as payment for her obedience. Reuben roughly pushes whoever was in his way just to get to one of the glazed glass doors lining a whole wall. These were the private spaces reserved for quickies but he needed it for another reason. He places a couple of chips from his winnings into the slot where the door’s knob is supposed to be. The door magically opens…

I could be overdramatic about my appreciation if I— Behind me, a throat cleared. “Did someone say orgasm?” Oh shit. I yelped and whirled around, caught in the act. My face was probably a bright scarlet, and my eyes had to be as big as baseballs. And there stood the man from Gabby’s party. Brick Carmichael. Aka Black Crimson. “I accept,” he told me.

Aurelio had no idea I'd already swapped out several key ingredients in Reverie. He got a pretty shell with nothing inside. Without my blending process and my signature heart notes, his so-called Reverie was just a cheap, nose-stinging synthetic. He completely blew it. After the botched launch, Aurelio's company went into free fall. The stock plunged instantly, and the cash flow dried up overnight. He became the butt of the joke in both the Mafia and the fashion world.

I knew that he resented me for letting Wendy discover what happened between us that night. If Wendy had remained clueless about us, she would never have left. At that point, I broke off from my thoughts. I brought Connor the antidote to the drug and some cold water. After helping him with the pill, I put a cold compress on him. After all, in the previous timeline, he had sacrificed himself to save me. I had to pay him back for that. “Where’s Wendy?” The antidote and cold water had helped him regain some of his senses.

Across from him, his brothers occupied the room like predators in their own territory. Lucien sat cleaning blood from a knife with a white cloth. Damian leaned against the bar counter, drinking expensive wine. Roman scrolled through financial reports while casually approving the destruction of three rival businesses through text. And Victor? Victor was laughing. Because in his hand was a cream-colored envelope. "A reunion invitation," he said mockingly. The entire room went silent for one second. Then Aiden chuckled. Low. Dangerous. Amused. "High school?" Damian scoffed. "Those idiots are still alive?"

Their leader took one look at her and said while grinning, "Some guys are into pregnant chicks. She'll bring in good money." Then, despite her screams and struggles, they dragged her away. Two months later, Tricia was dumped back home in pieces. Her baby had been miscarried after repeated assaults. She was infected with STDs and left infertile. The debt collector clapped Luke on the back and laughed. "Damn, your wife's a moneymaker. She paid off your entire debt in just two months. Here, she's all yours again. We're square." "Great, thanks, boss!" Luke grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that the beatings would finally stop.

“You have five minutes.” Damien nodded. “That’s all I need.” She let him in. The house was small but warm. Family photos lined the walls. School drawings and finger paintings adorned the fridge. There was life here—real, imperfect, beautiful life. It was nothing like the sterile penthouse Damien returned to each night. He stood in the hallway, listening to Camila’s soft humming from the next room, and for the first time in years, Damien Carrington felt… human. “You can sit,” Teresa said, pointing to the couch.

"Uh, oh. Are you in trouble?" I sighed. "You could say that." Her eyes raked up and down my body. "If it makes you feel better, your dress is fire. I don't know if your body is more appealing with the dress on or off." I blushed. It wasn't every day that a pretty woman complimented me. "Thank you. I adjusted it a little." Angela didn't look at me like I was crazy. Instead, she smiled, thrusting her hand forward. I stared at the wad of cash blankly. "That's your cut."

Her head fell against his chest without hesitation. “I’m here now,” he murmured into her hair. “No more curses. No more lies. Just us.” She exhaled deeply. “Then let’s start over.” One Week Later The sky was brighter, spring beginning to push the city into bloom. Damion stood before a mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his blazer. The press conference was about to begin downstairs—his official return to Blackwood Enterprises. Carmela stood behind him, watching his reflection with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Both Carmen and Diana had tried their best to ruin her reputation, but they never expected that it would have brought sudden fame to 'Jathan' It was a fact that Nathan Clemon was a jerk who cheated in his marriage, which completely ruined his image. He was actually being canceled in real life by that point. No matter how many charity banquets he had organized, he was unable to change the public opinion. It would be a matter of time before someone replaced his popularity.