Revenge, Served In A Black Dress Novels & Stories

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.

Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees. He slapped himself repeatedly, even drawing blood from his mouth, before he stopped. With tears streaming down his face, he begged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leeds. I deserve this. But my son is innocent. Please, save him. Please!" But no matter how much he begged, I was no longer soft. I simply said, "I can't help you." But before I walked away, I did leave them with Yves' whereabouts. They should sort out their own problems.

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.

"Have him to myself? Pfft, I don't need him anymore. I've made an oath that I'll exert revenge on both of you or embarrass me that day. No one messes with this bitch and goes scot-free." She smirked. "Jeez, Georgina, can't you just let go?" I immediately realized what I just asked was impossible after observing the sinister look in her eyes and remembering when we were in College; I had accidentally burned Georgina's special dress while cooking. No matter how hard I tried to explain that it was an accident, she had been so determined to exert her revenge, as always, and had taken all of my clothes and threw them over a bridge, never

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.

His eyes were burning. “Now take that dress off,” he said. “And get on your hands and knees. We’re not done.” I should’ve told him to go fuck himself. I should’ve fought. Instead I reached for the zipper of my dress with shaking hands and pulled it down. Because the truth was ugly and simple. I’d started this for revenge. But the way he was looking at me right now? It wasn’t going to end soon. And I wasn’t sure I wanted it to.

Now, it’s time for action. I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, adjusting the plunging neckline of my black, backless dress. It’s a custom-made piece that clings to my curves in all the right places—a dress designed to turn heads and make headlines. My stylist has outdone herself, selecting the perfect ensemble for my revenge. My makeup is flawless, my lips painted in a daring shade of crimson, and my long dark hair cascades in loose waves down my back. I look stunning, every inch the Hollywood actress I dreamed of being before becoming Mrs. Mike Cooper. And tonight, I’m going to remind everyone exactly who I am.

My mind wouldn't let it, and it trailed down her body, giving her attire a full sweep. In her hand was a bouquet of freshly plucked daisies, but my eyes settled on her dress. A spark of anger ignited within me. Was that a red gown, or were my eyes deceiving me? I looked over to Luca for confirmation again, but he was staring with his mouth agape and wide eyes at Cara. It was indeed a red gown. My hands balled into fists, and I returned my gaze to Cara. My eyes drifted to the ladies behind her.