Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Hideous Lady

Her screams echoed through the manor as she was dragged out, her carefully constructed world crumbling around her. THE RETURN TO VALERIA When Daphne returned to her family's estate, her anger was the tempest that no one dared to face. She was uncontrollable now. Servants knew what had happened. Gossip spreads fast, and they avoid her at all costs, and those who can't are met with her wrath. "Who replaced the roses in the garden?" she demanded one afternoon, her voice like a whip. The gardener, a frail man in his sixties, bowed low. "I-I thought the lilies would be a better fit for the season, my lady-"

Typical. Mrs. Norma cleared her throat. “Sir?” Xander raised his head. His eyes met mine—and held. “This is Miss Evelyn, sir. Your new secretary.” He didn’t respond immediately, just continued to study me with that cold, assessing stare. I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Thank you, Mrs. Norma. You can leave us now.” She nodded and gave me an encouraging smile before slipping out, closing the door behind her. And just like that, I was alone with the son of the man I came to destroy.

His voice was barely audible, lost in the cacophony of panic that reigned outside his window. As the night deepened, the city pulsed with a mix of scandal and anticipation. Aurora retreated into the safe cocoon of her apartment, yet even there, every shadow seemed to whisper of impending danger. She paced the length of her living room, replaying the chain of events in her mind. The satisfaction of seeing Dorian’s world crumble was undeniable, but the cryptic message gnawed at her. It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting.

*** There was an industry event taking place that night, and while standing in the room where it was taking place, I felt the familiar wave of nervousness creep into my chest, but I didn't let it show. I have been in rooms like this before. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, I’m going to make Isabella see me. That's the first step in making sure my revenge works. As my eyes roamed around the room, I was quick to spot her across the room, standing with a group of high-powered executives. She was laughing, pretending to that elegant lady that she was not. Anyway, I would give her that. She is a woman who has lived a life of manipulation and deceit.

was alluded to in the story. I tapped the article open and scowled. It gave details of rumors that Sophia Thomas was really Sophia Lancaster, the Lancaster Industries heiress. The article made wild assumptions regarding personal vengeance schemes and business cover-ups. As I glanced through the speculative comments, I became aware that this was just the start of a viral storm. With a clipped tone, I said to Marta, "Find the source." And track down each duplicate of that picture. I want it taken down or, if need, discredited.

Vincenzo took his eyes off him, returning back to the large trail of blood that was obviously his handwork. “Hm, do you not want to play? That's fine too because I don't want to!” As soon as he said this, Vincenzo's steps hastened as he walked towards the back of the chair the lady had been hiding behind. It was like a horror movie where the actors were being haunted by the villain. I closed my eyes in fright and the next thing that followed after was a loud scream of pain. I didn't want to see anything because the stench of the blood alone was making me nauseous and I was finding it hard to stomach.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.

All she did was screech, "What makes you think you can look down on me and throw me your scraps, Hannah Linden? I'm prettier and smarter than you. Why is your life so much better than mine?" She devised a plan to exact her revenge. After knocking me out, she slashed my face, gouged out my eyes, and cut out my tongue. Then, she stuffed me into a freezer, leaving me to die there. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in my senior-year classroom. I'd been reborn, and it was just over a month away from the college entrance exams. I looked at Lily, who was seated to my left. She leaned in to whisper something to me, and I smiled, my eyes glinting with malice.