Novel & Cerita Revenge, Served In A Black Dress

Watching him sit so comfortably in my rightful position made my eyes twitch and heart burn. I walked calculatedly, counting my steps in the stilettos I had on. His eyes widened when he saw me, and his jaw hung in the air after he’d asked that question. My dear— poor husband. Ex- husband. I was sure he hadn’t expected me to walk through that door looking like— that. A proper boss lady. I was dressed in my revenge dress— a red blazer that stopped just on my knees. And a silver purse that matched with my jewelry and hairdo.

She invited me to her friend’s birthday party tonight at a nightclub. I decided to take revenge on him, so I agreed to go with her and told her I would be there in the evening. She sent me the club location. I glanced at it, then stood up and walked toward my wardrobe to pick something for the night. I wanted to wear black. I always did when I wanted to feel powerful. I chose a short black dress, simple in design, off-shoulder, with a soft tie around the neck. I took a shower and did my usual routine. I moisturized my skin and face. Then I put on the dress in front of the mirror and sat down for a moment, staring at my reflection.

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!"

Every minute that passes, I hate him more. I can't believe he's so arrogant. I reply to Lucas sarcastically, "as you like, dear husband." Then I continue with my task without speaking to him for the rest of the afternoon. [...] Lucas wanted a perfect wife? Well, he will have it. After having showered, combed, and made up. Finally, I put on the long black dress with a pronounced "V" neckline, with a cut worthy of being worn with the best matching heels. The whole set emphasizes my attributes; it is elegant and sensual at the same time. If Lucas wants to play, we both will. He will play revenge, and I will play to drive him crazy until he wants me out of his life. I will make him forget his re

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.

Then with much difficulty she washed herself and tied a bathrobe around her waist and came into the room to dress herself. Without much caution, she opened her bathrobe and picked up the dress to wear. As she tried to fit the dress down from the head, her head started to ache again. She got stuck. She was all naked, just in her inner wears. And the dress was stuck from the head, as she tried to pull it down but her head started to spin and she almost felt dizzy. As she struggled, she felt hands around her body. The dress was pulled down from her head and fit around her arms and down her body. She turned around in utter shock and found the least expected presence around her. "What are you doi

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

He pushed the dress material apart with such force that Estela could hear and feel the rip in the thin fabric as the sash split from the draped bodice. Her surprise and alarm quickly transformed into rage. She swore an angry "Damn you, Michael!" at him. "This is an expensive dress, and I can't afford to pay for your childish games!" Her blue eyes were fiery with rage as she gazed up at him, but her hostility had no more effect than her previous lack of interest. Sardonically amused, his black brows lifted. "Then I must remember to buy you another dress to replace this one, mustn't I?" He drawled angrily, but his following words stifled Estela's rage and replaced it with her old terror. "But

I still need to talk to Erica, our fashion designer to get our clothes ready for the party tomorrow," I said remembering her of the party we had arranged tomorrow. "I know. Are are you attending?" She asked me with puzzled eyes. "Of course I am. I arranged it. And what made you think I won't attend? Why? Because of Flynn Robert? Oh please Aunt he doesn't affect me in any way. Infact I'm planning on humiliating him if by any chance our path crosses," I smiled. "Ellie take it easy. I don't want you to get hurt," "Aunt please, I've waited years for this. To get my revenge on the Roberts. And I guess this is the right time. They won't know what hit them!" I grinned and smiled devilishly.

Which is why Vladimir wasn't looking for me or Alessio, he had no idea know that we existed. I wore my long black strapless dress along with my high heels which were both given to me by you guessed who. I hid my knife underneath my dress- you're never too careful. I let my hair loose before applying my make-up. I didn't wear much makeup, it made me feel suffocated. When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. The black dress fitted me perfectly along with the heels. It was a perfect match. I concealed my tattoo before going downstairs. Enzo was standing in front of the stairs, looking absolutely stunning and hot- in his black suit.