Lately I've Been Dressing For Revenge Novels & Stories

My lips tugged back wickedly as I let the scarf I had been carrying throughout the evening slip off of my shoulders, revealing the daring part of my dress. Hades' eyes scanned my atrocity, narrowing precariously. A sense of satisfaction surged through me at his irked reaction. It was a sexy burgundy slip dress with a low V cowl neckline that showed a generous amount of my cleavage. Thank the heavens I was rich on that department. Not to mention the open back. It was nothing compared to what the other women wore, but it was enough to set off the time bomb ticking into Hades' head. It was my revenge dress. I was glad I chose it against Nola's better judgement. Perhaps my guts knew of my disagr

But I figured he and the other men had seen the party as a way to mess with Gav. Not cool. I glanced at my clock to see it was past eight and dragged myself out of bed with a groan. I was late. After a quick bath, I threw on a maxi dress because I felt like hell anyway. Besides he hadn't noticed my dress last night so yeah, I was taking revenge by not dressing sexy for him. It was silly, yeah I knew that. I trudged downstairs to see Dad in the living room, a plate of pancakes in one hand as he watched the TV.

My blood boils in anger, hearing her nonsense. "Just shut up", I scream. "Don't act like you didn't know anything?" "Karan, please don't yell like this. There's everyone around here", she says. "Let them hear. Let them hear that I was tricked. I was cheated on", I shrug, throwing my hands on the air. "So you are the one to get cheated on?", she questions as I turn to her. I don't have any answer to her question. "Leave that", she says as she climbs down from the bed and walks towards me. I lift my eyes to look at her unwillingly. She had worn an elegant red lehenga with heavy gold jewellery. Her skin tone perfectly matched with the attire.

Still, I had to dress to kill. My hands were unsteady as I clasped the thin chain of my necklace, the final touch. I stared at myself in my new apartment mirror, trying to summon a strength I didn’t feel. Tonight wasn’t just a party; it was a battleground. And my armor was the poise I didn’t know if I could maintain. Alias and Amélie would be there. Together. No longer lurking in the shadows but openly flaunting their betrayal. My stomach churned as bile rose in my throat.

Sometimes she stayed inside for an entire day. Now, she couldn’t wait for me to bring up divorce just to be able to cling to Thomas. Even if it meant being the other woman, she was willing. I glanced at her outfit, dressed like some club hostess, and smiled. Since she enjoyed the player lifestyle so much, I’ll make sure she experiences what it feels like to be worse off than dead and completely disgraced. “It’s not that pretty, really. It’s only because it’s Christmas, and Thomas asked me to liven the mood.

“Mom, you always loved wearing white dresses when you were alive. Now you can wear them forever. “Don’t be hard on me, Mom. “I didn’t mean to do it…I was just afraid you’d take Martin from me. “Besides, people online always say widows are the most likely to treat their sons like husbands. “I love Martin so much. You had a husband, too. Even though he died more than twenty years ago, you should be able to understand, right?” When I heard my best friend, Penny Hallmark, spewing those twisted words, I realized I had been reborn. Before I could even sit up, Penny walked to the front of the coffin, lowered her voice, and hissed manically into my ear. “You old hag, you’re finally dead. I couldn’t

But now, that charm flitting in the wind seemed to slap me in the face. I ripped the good luck charm off the plant and lit it on fire before tossing it into the drain. "Mr. Leeds, when are you going to pay us the 300 dollars in compensation?" A familiar voice rang out from behind me. I turned and saw Yves, flanked by a group of workers, walking toward me like he was the king of the world. Steve shouted, "Yeah! How much money have you greedily made off of us over the years? Now, you can't even compensate us? What a dirty, rotten businessman you are!"

The dress was a masterpiece of midnight-blue architecture—sharp, structural, and unapologetically dominant. It was a revenge dress in its purest form, designed not to entice, but to intimidate. It was the armor of a woman who had crossed through fire and learned to command the flames. In my hands, I held the small, silver-framed photograph of my mother. My thumb gently traced the soft curve of her smile in the faded image. I told you I would make them pay, Mom, I thought, a quiet, fierce vow echoing in the chambers of my heart. I told you they wouldn't get away with it.

I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you sister but I was pushed.” “Lies, all lies,” “What do you want to do with me? I'm sitting nake…” I was instantly cut short by a glorious sight, never had I seen anything like it before. Elias had stripped, he had taken the black dress off completely, what's more surprising? He had no underwear on. His shoulders wide and hard, the tattoos on his arm and chest were more visible when he flexed his muscles.