Novel & Cerita Revenge, Served In A Black Dress

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

I pulled out the absolute and completely un-disputed weapon of mass destruction. It was an stunning, incredibly deep emerald green silk dress. It was cut drastically shorter than anything I would ever, dare to entirely wear to the corporate office. It was designed to entirely stop a solid four inches above my bare knees. It hugged every single, solitary curve of my hips and completely, aggressively exposed my collarbones and shoulders. It was an absolutely dangerous, completely lethal dress. It was an entirely undeniable revenge dress. It was a dress actively meant to completely, entirely obliterate the memory of ever being called a cheap, completely forgettable pit stop.

Elena Romano had always known that revenge was a patient game. But tonight, she wasn’t going to be patient. Tonight, she would step into the lion’s den and remind Killian Graves exactly who he had underestimated. Standing before the mirror in her penthouse, she slid her hands over the silk of her deep crimson gown. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the dangerously high slit revealing just enough to be tempting. The plunging neckline and open back left little to the imagination—but that was the point.

"Spencer, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt you over and over. I was horrible, I was shameless! But I'm willing to change now. I absolutely won't let you suffer anymore. Please forgive me just this one last time, okay?" I answered almost immediately, "No. Why would I take back trash like you? You know, Lucille–you think way too highly of yourself. Why should I pay for your mistakes? Why should I let bygones be bygones? Now get out of my sight immediately, or I'm calling the police!" At that moment, Vivian appeared behind me without me noticing. She held an umbrella, shielding me from the rain drifting in. Her expression was calm, and she remained quiet.

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.