Novel & Cerita Revenge, Served In A Black Dress

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.

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

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?”

“Dr. Clyfford, going ahead without anyone’s permission… What if there’s backlash?” Archer’s gaze sharpened, his patience wearing thin. “If there’s backlash, then let it fall on me. But this woman- this innocent life -doesn’t have time for their approval. And I won’t let her pay the price for other people’s mistakes.” His voice was steady, but beneath it, an undercurrent of pain and frustration was apparent.

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.

Marcus left patting her cheeks. Eliss was stunned hearing him, did the devil just blackmail her once again. She gritted her teeth , in rage. She wanted to never get involved in this pack .Her revenge was never with them .But now, when he himself want to gift her with power to destroy whole of them .Can she decline, such a marvelous offer? The glittery white high neck dress covered with pearl and diamond, appeared in front of her making her eyes all blank ,it's tail spread down of the floor .The dress look all etheral .Every intricate work looked hand made, done by the experienced hands too clean to find any fault .

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I