Lately I've Been Dressing For Revenge Novels & Stories

Each beep of his phone was a reminder of his rapidly collapsing world. Across town, Aurora moved through her public appearances with a carefully crafted mask of grief. At a charity gala that evening, she floated among the glittering crowd in a gown of deep emerald—a color that, to the untrained eye, symbolized both hope and sorrow. Reporters approached her with tearful questions about her shattered heart, and with a soft, quivering voice she repeated the refrain, “I trusted him.” Every public display of heartbreak was a performance, designed not only to evoke sympathy but to reinforce the narrative that she was the victim. Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promis

“Looks like you’re more excited about this than me.” “I just want to see their expressions,” I muttered. “The look on their faces when they see me alive.” “Hmm. That’s how it starts.” “What do you mean?” “Revenge,” he muttered. “It becomes addictive. And if you’re not careful, it can consume you.” His words made chills prickle against my skin. With a snap of his hand, three maids stepped in with three black boxes. My brows rose. “What’s that?” One of the boxes was opened and I gasped. Inside it, was the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on. It was a black silk gown that glittered under the chandelier light. I could already picture myself wearing it.

We walked in and got led to the party hall for the event. It was already bubbling. Celebrities and important people drinking and talking as some music played from the mini-stage, and I paused in my steps when I saw her. Stunning maxi dress. Slits, a v-neckline, thin straps—everything that could make a dress pretty, including its very blue color. It was so blue, you would have thought I was the imposter with how similar it was to my husband's pants. It looked like they were matching. "Jules." She came forward to greet me, kissing me lightly on both cheeks, and I smiled... Quite tightly.

he stared at me, his expression a mix of desperation. I stepped closer, my finger brushing against the fabric of his jacket. I reached into his pocket and pulled out his office pen, the one he always carried with him. For a moment, I just held it, the weight of it grounding me in my resolve. I let out a sarcastic laugh. Then, with a swift motion, I took the pen and stabbed it into the delicate fabric of my wedding gown. The tearing sound was loud in the silent room, echoing the sound of my revenge on them all.

After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out. Startled, I stepped back, keeping my eyes low. His eyes narrowed with disdain. “Don’t you have anything decent to wear? Are you dressed like this just to break Granny’s heart?” I blinked, lightheaded and dizzy. I barely had the strength to stand. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t bring anything better. But these clothes are clean.” Gwen frowned. “This dress… it looks so loose. Isn’t it a small size?” I glanced up and met Chase’s eyes — cold, impassive as always.

She shut the phone off in my face. I went back up the stairs and prepared for the date. I didn't know how classy he wanted me to dress, but I sure went all out. It was a deep v-cut dress that exposed my upper body, it was lacy and see-through too. It was a high split that stopped at the top of my thigh, it was also like a mermaid dress. I wore black pumps a black purse and silver jewelry. I did a heavy makeup look that matched. It was my revenge dress, absolutely stunning.

Not tonight. She turned her gaze back to the shoes and picked them up, then stretched them toward Maria. “Give this to Nesta. Red’s not really my color,” she said. Maria blinked. “Oh, ma’am… I can’t take this. Sir got it for you. He’d be offended if he found out you gave it to my daughter.” “Please,” Selene said, gently placing the shoes in Maria’s hands. “Nesta’s prom is coming up, isn’t it? She could use these. I’ll handle her dress too. And about Cole… don’t worry. I’ll explain it to him.”

“I am sorry for looking at you in that way, Stacey. I can’t help myself. No doubt you look amazing in it but I really suggest that you shouldn’t wear it otherwise all the man would react in the same way than what I did, or they will have to be blind or gay because this dress is too short and tight, and revealing each and every curves of your body.” “Not happening. I am going to spend my night with you perving on me in this dress, Okay?”, She laughed. I glared at her. “Think this in a different way, if I wear this dress then it will keep tempting you and your eyes will be only at me, annnnddd it will look less pretended. Plus it will piss Adams off if he sees me, in this dress with you.”, She

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

I inform him. “Understood. I’ll be there soon,” he says before hanging up. I hang up and once again drop my phone on the bed. I decide to pull down my dress from around my waist and stare at it in dismay. Now stained with my blood and sporting an unwanted bullet hole, I weep for my dress that is beyond the point of salvaging and glare down at the corpse at my feet. “You fuckers have ruined my Valentino couture,” I spit as I land an unnecessarily hard kick to the dead man on the floor.