Revenge, Served In A Black Dress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

From the knee down was a frilly black fishtail skirt that spread out way past her ankle. "This one." Belinda pointed at the mannequin. She'd found the revenge dress of her dreams. Going through a back door leading to the store's storage, Mary returned with a replica of the gown on the plastic human being. Belinda took it from her, proceeding to the fitting room while the other two women waited outside. Minutes later, she surfaced from behind the curtain dressed in black. "Whoa!" Lexie burst into a round of applause "Girl, you fine! The Chicago Pack won't know what hit 'em."

She felt something wet and warm trickling down her leg. Her heart froze in terror. Blood. Her hands shook as she looked down, and sure enough, there was blood- dark and staining her clothes, pooling beneath her. Her mind reeled. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not like this. Violet’s lips trembled as tears flooded her eyes, her voice a strangled whisper. “Please… someone help me.”

After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out. Startled, I stepped back, keeping my eyes low. His eyes narrowed with disdain. “Don’t you have anything decent to wear? Are you dressed like this just to break Granny’s heart?” I blinked, lightheaded and dizzy. I barely had the strength to stand. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t bring anything better. But these clothes are clean.” Gwen frowned. “This dress… it looks so loose. Isn’t it a small size?” I glanced up and met Chase’s eyes — cold, impassive as always.

She was wearing a revealing black dress that had the longest plunging neckline I had ever seen. “What is the problem?” I asked trying to maintain a low voice so that I didn’t attract any guests. “I want your employee fired immediately, she didn’t keep the star object in the right place.” She said arrogantly but before I could reply I saw someone enter the hall in a dashing three piece black suit with a blue shirt. His eyes met mine and then they travelled down the rest of me. If Serena was here I should have expected Mr. Blackwood to be also present. He started walking towards me but a bald man stopped him and started a conversation with him.

I have this undeniable hunch that Eric has been planning this for a long time now. Satisfied, I put the file inside my black handbag. Now facing the mirror, I adjusted my dress. I was putting on a tightly fitted sleeveless black gown with a red suit jacket. I breathed deeply. Of course, everyone expects a lot from me. If I'm able to pull this off smoothly, then this would be my utmost chance for a free life. I could finally be breaking loose from this bondage house and set my mind on my revenge plans.

She dresses in a sleek, black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, giving out both the elegance and power she had possessed. She took a deep breath, her thoughts focused on the plan she had meticulously crafted. This was the beginning of the end for Melissa and Michael. They had taken so much from her, and now it was time to take back control. She had prepared herself for this moment, mentally and emotionally. She was done playing the victim. Today marked the beginning of her revenge.

Despite the pain, I do not flinch, but instead, I stare dead into his eyes. And then— Without warning, he leans forward. With the same blade, he slashes down the middle of my ceremonial black dress. The fabric parts like a curtain of night. Gasps echo. My thigh is bare to the wind, to the stares. But I don’t flinch. I don’t look away. “Revenge?” I ask softly. He leans closer, eyes burning. “A reminder.” I smile, slow and deadly. “Good. I like reminders.” He crashes his lips onto mine.