Lately I've Been Dressing For Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“That was the deal, Aria. You gave yourself to me. Now I give you your revenge.” He disappears into his office, leaving me alone with my coffee and my thoughts. I pick up my phone again, staring at Vivienne’s text. Enjoy your pity fuck with Dante Ashford. She has no idea. This isn’t a pity fuck. This is a declaration of war. And I’m wearing a two-million-dollar ring as my battle armor. I deleted her message without responding. She’ll get her answer soon enough. The ivory Valentino dress feels like a second skin now. The ring feels like it belongs on my finger. And somewhere deep inside, the part of me that was broken last night is reforming into something harder.

and now I was dressing up to go meet the man that had done it all and pretend to want him. Revenge came at a cost... If I wanted them to feel my pain, I should be willing to do this much. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, at my pale skin, my tired eyes... I looked exhausted. I picked up the short dress I had selected to wear- It was in Miguel's favorite color, blood red- and placed it against my skin. "You're going to choose me and then you'll regret it more than you already do now, but by then it will be too late" I promised, and made to put on the dress when my phone alarm pinged, alerting me that someone was in the house.

Anna comes and select dress for her and gets ready with her. Elina: " Hmmm Anna don't you think this dress is too reliving... I won't wear this..." Anna: " it's perfect.." Elina wear one shoulder dress top white and down black with leg side slit dress and Anna wear red colour off shoulder full length dress which perfectly hugs her body and back less.. after getting ready they both comes down...

Now, whatever it took me to get deep into her, I was going to do! It was true that the main reason for my revenge was DON and he was dead. But it was just better having his wife all to myself now. It was superiority. I reached my wardrobe and scanned for some shirts, all had different shades of dark and brown. I shut it back, going to a space nearby where I had boxes of new shirts. I saw a blue pattern vintage shirt and put it on, with ironed sleeves that were enough to cover my tattoos, and I made sure of that.

To make him regret tossing her away like she was nothing. She threw open the box of clothes and picked up the sexiest thing she could find. It was red dress that screamed revenge. The thigh high slit that flattered her creamy thighs. The sneaky cleavage that would tease any eye. The back of the dress was bare until it was only an inch to her ass crack. She put her head in a high bun, showings off the delicate sensitive crook of her neck. She put a bright red lipstick on her lips. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, smacking her lips in satisfaction.

Even though I’ve watched this episode before, I find it as funny as I did the first time I watched it, maybe even funnier. *** Later in the day, I finish getting ready for the party. I take a look at my reflection one last time before heading out of the room. I am wearing a form-fitting dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. It is a deep red color that complements my skin tone and makes me feel confident. The dress has a plunging neckline that shows just a hint of cleavage, and a thigh-high slit that exposes my leg. I paired the dress with strappy heels and statement earrings. My whole look isn’t my choice but Rebecca’s. She says I have to dress up all sexy. I don’t care if I dre

Rhea's Pov It was time for the trial. I stood in front of the mirror, tipping my hat so it covered half of my face. My reflection stared back, unrecognizable, and I almost smiled. This was what I called revenge clothing. A black fitted dress hugged me from the shoulders down, ending just above my knees. The fabric was smooth and at the waist, a thin leather belt cinched in, highlighting my figure without being too loud. The neckline dipped just enough to look bold without crossing into vulgarity. My hat, tilted low, added an air of mystery, only one eye visible under its shadow. A pair of sheer black stockings finished the look, giving me the edge of elegance and defiance in the same breath.

"Ma'am, shouldn't we head back to your condo? Sir Karious seems to be growing impatient," Carlos inquired. I paid little attention to Carlos's remark, my focus fixated on the clothes before me. Hmm, what could be better? What should I reveal? Should it be the back, shoulders, cleavage, stomach, or thighs? I should wear a striking dress for the day where I will reveal Veronica's hidden secrets. It should be my revenge dress. But anyway, I'm not doing revenge, so I wonder what the correct word is to call it? Should I call it...truth revelation dress? I chuckled to myself.

I pulled out the absolute and completely un-disputed weapon of mass destruction. It was an stunning, incredibly deep emerald green silk dress. It was cut drastically shorter than anything I would ever, dare to entirely wear to the corporate office. It was designed to entirely stop a solid four inches above my bare knees. It hugged every single, solitary curve of my hips and completely, aggressively exposed my collarbones and shoulders. It was an absolutely dangerous, completely lethal dress. It was an entirely undeniable revenge dress. It was a dress actively meant to completely, entirely obliterate the memory of ever being called a cheap, completely forgettable pit stop.

For all the times he had treated me like I wasn’t worth it, I was going to hurt him more. He would regret why he had done what he did to me. He had used me and treated me like trash. This was my turn to revenge and get back my children in the process. When I was done soliloquizing about my future wins, I donned the gown and started for the mirror. It was a sexy gown with a long slit which ran from the bottom of the long dress to the lap in front. I held a leg in front, admiring how hot I looked. I was going to be the center of attention at that party.