Revenge, Served In A Black Dress の小説・ストーリー

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

"Hmph. Those two old fossils don't like me, but now that I'm pregnant with Philip's pup, they have no choice but to help with our Marking Ceremony! "Once I become his mate, I'll make sure they regret everything." I frowned. I could not believe we were having our ceremonies on the same day. I sighed and stood up, ready to head into the hall early. I had no interest in running into ghosts from the past. Alas, fate was never kind that way. Just as I stepped out, I bumped into a drunken man. I tried to avoid him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Grace? Is that you?"

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.

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.

I smirked and drove us to another boutique. We arrived there and found a dress that was a million times more beautiful than the dress Mercedes was going to wear. I had achieved the first phase of my revenge. ___ I returned home after getting my hair treated, my nails done, and every other thing that would make me stunning. I went straight to my room and met Damien sleeping. I didn't want him to ask too many questions, so I didn't bother waking him up. I undressed and went to freshen up. Afterward, I got prepared for the party. The black dress I had purchased was so beautiful and it looked more stunning on my body.

Gina felt like someone dropped a heavy stone on her chest after seeing her own reflection. When that woman, what's her name, Rosy was getting her ready she was so lost in her head to notice anything how she recreated her exactly the way she looked in the club. Same makeup, same black colour dress only the difference is that last time the black dress was knee-length but this dress has a slit from her knee and reaches till her ankle showing one of her leg to the onlooker. Tears intend to break down realizing what he was doing by all these. He was recreating that night. He is avenging for that night. For rejecting to sleep with him.

The next morning , I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my walk in closet, my gaze cold but calm. Today wasn’t just any special day, it's the day Clarissa will have a little taste of her own medicine. And for that, I needed my armor. I reached for my favorite outfit, a beautiful black crimson dress. It was a dress that whispered class but screamed vengeance if you looked closely enough. I smoothed it down my hips, savoring the way it made me feel — untouchable, divine, and above all, in control.

"He wants to make sure that when I walk into that room in your color, I look like a thief. But he’s made a big mistake." "What’s that?" Cade asked. "He think I’m still the girl who cries when someone says something mean about her," I said. "He doesn't realize that I’ve already died once. You can't ruin a woman who has nothing left to lose but her revenge." I looked at the "Miller Blue" dress. It didn't look like a cage anymore. It looked like a uniform. I was going to that gala. And I was going to walk in there with my head held high, while Marcus watched his world finally, truly, burn to the ground.

That's what gets you through,’ I reassured myself, the soft scratching of my pen against paper a soothing counterpoint to my racing thoughts. Hours—or perhaps only minutes—later, I glanced at the clock and sighed. Time to transform into someone else, someone ready to stand at the precipice of revenge and not flinch at the darkness below. ‘Something fierce,’ I said aloud, rummaging through my wardrobe for the perfect outfit. I settled on a black dress, its fabric hugging my curves like a second skin, and slipped into boots with heels sharp enough to be weapons. The mirror reflected back a version of me that could conquer nightmares—or at least, look the part.