Revenge, Served In A Black Dress 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Looks like you’re more excited about this than me.” “I just want to see their expressions,” I muttered. “The look on their faces when they see me alive.” “Hmm. That’s how it starts.” “What do you mean?” “Revenge,” he muttered. “It becomes addictive. And if you’re not careful, it can consume you.” His words made chills prickle against my skin. With a snap of his hand, three maids stepped in with three black boxes. My brows rose. “What’s that?” One of the boxes was opened and I gasped. Inside it, was the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on. It was a black silk gown that glittered under the chandelier light. I could already picture myself wearing it.

The dress was a masterpiece of midnight-blue architecture—sharp, structural, and unapologetically dominant. It was a revenge dress in its purest form, designed not to entice, but to intimidate. It was the armor of a woman who had crossed through fire and learned to command the flames. In my hands, I held the small, silver-framed photograph of my mother. My thumb gently traced the soft curve of her smile in the faded image. I told you I would make them pay, Mom, I thought, a quiet, fierce vow echoing in the chambers of my heart. I told you they wouldn't get away with it.

Then with much difficulty she washed herself and tied a bathrobe around her waist and came into the room to dress herself. Without much caution, she opened her bathrobe and picked up the dress to wear. As she tried to fit the dress down from the head, her head started to ache again. She got stuck. She was all naked, just in her inner wears. And the dress was stuck from the head, as she tried to pull it down but her head started to spin and she almost felt dizzy. As she struggled, she felt hands around her body. The dress was pulled down from her head and fit around her arms and down her body. She turned around in utter shock and found the least expected presence around her. "What are you doi

I type: “He invited me to Casa Da Varano.” The reply is instant. “Good. Stay close. Don’t get distracted.” Too late. I toss the phone onto the couch and walk to the bathroom. The dress from tonight is still hanging on the door. Black. Elegant. Dangerous. I run my fingers over the fabric. It felt like armor when I put it on. Now it feels like a costume. Because the girl who wore it wasn’t just pretending. She laughed. She flirted. She danced. She wanted him. And I don’t know how to kill someone when I want them this badly.

and now I was dressing up to go meet the man that had done it all and pretend to want him. Revenge came at a cost... If I wanted them to feel my pain, I should be willing to do this much. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, at my pale skin, my tired eyes... I looked exhausted. I picked up the short dress I had selected to wear- It was in Miguel's favorite color, blood red- and placed it against my skin. "You're going to choose me and then you'll regret it more than you already do now, but by then it will be too late" I promised, and made to put on the dress when my phone alarm pinged, alerting me that someone was in the house.