Novel & Cerita Lately I've Been Dressing For Revenge

Meanwhile, Paul noticed my reaction, and his eyes flashed with smug delight. Then, all of a sudden, he shoved aside the security guard who was trying to calm him down and charged toward the stairwell at the side of the building, the one that led upstairs. "So be it! You Shepherds won't stop until I die, right? If you want my son to take your last name, you're going to have to do it over my dead body! I'm going to jump off this building and let my death prove that even a live-in son-in-law has his pride!

The principle of cold, calculated vengeance, served on a silver platter. My hands do not tremble as I apply the makeup. They are steady, surgical. The lipstick is the only color, a gash of vivid blood on the marble of my face. The chignon is so tight it pulls at the skin on my temples, a sharp and familiar pain, a reminder that I am here, present, in this body that was once their target. Martha enters, and her sharp intake of breath is my first victory of the evening. "Élianor… You look like…"

His medications didn’t work. How could a simple warm milk be able to cure his insomnia? Killian stared at her, his eyes scanning the thing she wore. It wouldn’t even be called a nightdress, and the most fitting term for it was lingerie. “What’s the meaning of this?” He whispered, giving her a deadly look. “Did you go to the kitchen in this? Did the servants or the bodyguards see you?” If any of them saw her in this skimpy dress that not only exposed her full cleavage, but also left no little thing to the imagination, then Killian’s reputation was ruined.

The house was cold and hollow, like a shell drained of life. He walked quickly toward my room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. When he opened my closet, his heart stopped. Half of it was completely empty. My favorite dresses were gone. The leather jacket I wore on our first date. The healing robes I had worn during pack ceremonies. All the belongings I treasured most had vanished. His hands began to tremble as the reality hit him. This wasn't a simple tantrum. This wasn't me being dramatic for attention. This was a premeditated departure. A calculated goodbye.

Now, it’s time for action. I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, adjusting the plunging neckline of my black, backless dress. It’s a custom-made piece that clings to my curves in all the right places—a dress designed to turn heads and make headlines. My stylist has outdone herself, selecting the perfect ensemble for my revenge. My makeup is flawless, my lips painted in a daring shade of crimson, and my long dark hair cascades in loose waves down my back. I look stunning, every inch the Hollywood actress I dreamed of being before becoming Mrs. Mike Cooper. And tonight, I’m going to remind everyone exactly who I am.

The sheer force of his voice left no room for argument, and Kaira reluctantly lowered herself onto the couch. “I suppose they’re right when they say money changes people,” Claudia began, her eyes narrowing as she scanned Kaira’s figure. “Just look at how she’s dressed, like a cheap whore.” She gestured toward Kaira’s dress with a sneer. Kaira wore a short black dress with a low neckline and intricate patterns along the hem. While there was nothing inherently inappropriate about it, the real issue was that the dress was stunning—and expensive. Claudia’s disdainful remark barely masked the resentment in her tone. Evelyn’s eyes sparkled with envy as she took in the exquisite fabric and perfect

I yelled while struggling. "You always say she can help you get a promotion and a raise, but did you actually get a raise?" I shouted. We'd fought about Tessa last week, and here he was, ready to throw me aside to cater to her. In a moment of distraction, Randall quickly stripped off my mint green down jacket and draped it over Tessa's legs.

I never wanted any of these but they had to bring me back just to torture me, like it was my fault. I tried my best not to cry; crying would ruin my makeup and a ruined makeup meant more scolding from my mother. I quickly went through my wardrobe and saw a dress that I hadn’t worn for a long time since I got it sitting there. It was a straight gown that had a long slit in the front but nevertheless, it was beautiful. I stared at the dress and could remember Dahlia telling me not to wear the dress because I would look ugly in it. I cursed lowly and angrily took the dress off the rank, I took the dying corset off and quickly changed into it.