Novel & Cerita Revenge, Served In A Black Dress

“I'm thinking I don't need to break Anessa,“ I said, my mind racing. “I just need to break her mom. That woman is a coward. She's terrified of going to the gutter. I'm going to blackmail her. I'll tell her that if she doesn't find a way to poison that marriage, if she doesn't break the bond between Darius and Anessa from the inside, I'm going to pick up the phone. I'll call that man. I'll tell him where his 'property' is currently hiding. I'll tell him that Anessa is playing queen in the Steele manor and I'll give him the keys to the door.“ I stood up and paced the room, the adrenaline finally overriding the hangover. “I'll destroy them both. Anessa thinks she's safe because she has Darius's

Elena Romano had always known that revenge was a patient game. But tonight, she wasn’t going to be patient. Tonight, she would step into the lion’s den and remind Killian Graves exactly who he had underestimated. Standing before the mirror in her penthouse, she slid her hands over the silk of her deep crimson gown. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the dangerously high slit revealing just enough to be tempting. The plunging neckline and open back left little to the imagination—but that was the point.

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

If he wouldn’t come to me… I’d go to him. Revenge wasn’t passive. It was power. And I wore mine in red. I slipped into the dress like it was made of fire. Short. Tight. Barely legal. It clung to my curves like second skin, rising dangerously high over my thighs, showing the full curve of one side of my bum if I moved too quickly. Perfect. I let my hair down, brushing it until it flowed like midnight silk over my shoulders. Then came the perfume, warm, floral, with a hint of something dark.

We were stuck there. I sighed. It was time for revenge! I can't change the past… well, I will change the past! I looked for a bathroom in the room. My whole body was really sticky and I felt uncomfortable. I took a shower and wore a black short gown that the maids had brought in a few hours ago. I looked into the mirror. It wasn't bad. Infact, it fitted my body perfectly. I admired my figure in the huge mirror in front of me. This lady whom Gareth rejected was coming back for a revenge! A fucking hard revenge!

I ask, shaking my head. She grinned. "I thought black was more fitting." She's wearing a black dress appropriate fora funeral not a wedding. I adjust the lace collar which has fallen over and use it to tug her closer, taking in her paler complexion, her wide eyes as she waits for my reaction. "You're right," I start, playing her game. Winning it. "Black is more fitting for a cartel princess become mafia queen." I cup the back of her head, weave my fingers into her hair and tug when she pushes against my chest.

Will she allow herself to be used again? No, not this time. ㅤ She slaps her face three times with both hands. Hard slaps that make her cheeks red and aches her hands. She takes a deep breath and fills her lungs to the max. With steady steps, she goes to the closet, and almost shudders when she opens it and feels Giovanni's perfume coming from the clothes. But she struggles to focus on her little revenge against those who have used her. She picks up the most eye-catching clothes. A black dress with stones that go down to her knees. It makes her curves and draws more attention than Eleonor would like. But she wants attention. She wants all eyes to be on her body… on her face.

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.