Lately I've Been Dressing For Revenge Novels & Stories

Tonight is that opportunity. I walk to my wardrobe and open it, my eyes landing on the red dress hanging perfectly. It’s revealing, but it’s perfect for what I want to achieve. I need Xander to notice me. I need to be the center of his attention tonight. If I play my cards right, I’ll have him exactly where I want him. The ringing of my phone snaps me out of my thoughts. Seeing my uncle’s name on the screen, I answer. “Uncle.” “Are you prepared for tonight?” he asks, straight to business as always.

ᯓ★ Frustrated with her current situation, Ginger went to a bar to grab some alcohol in hopes that it would help her forget her frustrations for a while and just have fun. Even though she was not going to work, she still kept her real identity hidden by wearing her wig and contact lenses. And for tonight’s outfit, she wore an off-shoulder short tight black dress, showing her curves in the right places and some cleavage as well. The length of her skirt was above her knee, showing her flawless legs and thighs. She let her wavy hair fall up to her shoulders and wore her favorite earrings.

It was the first time I’d ever sought revenge against someone. You can do this. I inhaled deeply, then spotted the dress I wore on the date. No way was I going to wear that again. Instead, I picked out black ripped jeans, a black crop top, black sneakers, and a black cap. At the end, I added a black handbag. “Perfect!” I said when I checked myself out in the mirror. But I needed two more things: my sunglasses and a pinch of perfume. “Whoa!” Claire said, rising from the couch as soon as I stepped into our small living room. “Are you going to a funeral?”

“You are. And I will tell you this, whoever did all of this to you, he’s going to regret it. All you need to do is have your bath, come out like a million bucks, wear your gown, and then have your wedding. “You would have the whole guards on your side. The moment he touches you in your wonderful outfit, he’s going to have my wrath. Trust me on that. I’ll defend you.” I looked at her with raised brows. “You don’t know this family. You don’t know what they are capable of.” She smiled. “Have you seen what I’m capable of?” She then raised her hands to show me her claw-like nails as I chuckled. “All right, fine. I think we’d go with that.” She then hugged me, even though it would get her wet, as

Tomorrow, I’ll be the one who steps into the light. I go to my wardrobe and pull out my favorite black suit. It’s sleek, tailored, and commands attention. My revenge dress, as I’ve come to think of it. I lay it out on the bed, smoothing the fabric with my hands. Tomorrow, I’ll walk into Nathan’s office, head held high, and remind him exactly what he lost. I can’t wait to see the expression on his face.

The sales assistant at the bridal shop spotted me and came over enthusiastically to greet me. I used the moment to step inside and sit down beside Charlie. He glanced at me briefly, sending a shiver down my spine—I was afraid he'd recognize me. But he only looked at me for a second before turning his attention back to the magazine in his hands. Feigning surprise, I looked at him and said, "Is that a Jaedon Centenary Edition watch you're wearing? Only ten of those were released worldwide. How impressive to see one here!"

"We leave in thirty. Dex has the paperwork for Sector Eight ready to go." I just nodded. Let him go first. The second he disappeared through that door, I finally exhaled the breath I'd been holding. My heart was hammering. There was fear there, yeah, but underneath it was something way stronger. Revenge. Pure, clean revenge. I spent the next half hour at the big mirror in the main hall, touching up my makeup. Made sure there wasn't a crack showing in my armor. This black dress felt like war paint now. I wasn't some pathetic version of Leah anymore.

“Let’s get this shit over with, then I’ll get back at that bastard.” The dress lay on my bed, arranged with care. I let out a sigh and carefully unfolded it. The dress was a stunning shade of jade green, adorned with intricate floral patterns. Absolutely, Dad, I would be happy to stay looking presentable in public. This was true, despite the way he subtly mocked me.

“Lunch on the terrace at The Rosette? You need to get out of that dreary mansion.” I can’t help the small smile that slips through. “Hell yes. I’m in.” It’s not just a yes to lunch; it’s a yes to feeling normal, to reclaiming the pieces of my life that seem to be constantly slipping through my fingers these days. The best revenge will be to show him exactly what he can’t have, what he’s too much of a coward to claim. I pull on my most flattering dress, the fabric clinging lovingly to every curve. I stand in front of the mirror, applying mascara with a steady hand, painting my lips a daring shade of red. I’m not just dressing up—I’m armoring myself.