Revenge, Served In A Black Dress Novels & Stories

“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.

I had no idea if Adrian had a passion for jazz music or for the arts like the owner of the hotel or not but apparently, he was a member. I checked out my reflection as I walked past a wall in the hotel that was conveniently decorated with champagne-colored mirrors. The short red sleeveless dress that I had on fitted and showed off the curves of my body very well. I had thought that the dress might be a little on the too revealing and daring side when I first put it on but then I realized that I didn’t have anything to lose and didn’t want to have any regrets. Wearing a revenge dress when it wasn’t exactly a day for revenge felt quite fun and helped to uplift my spirits. The truth was that I

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.

But she won't be able to achieve her revenge if she leaves his house. "Calm down and endure," her inner mind said. She pinched herself to control the anger within her. "Fine Sir" she said and gave a fake smile. "Good" her boss replied and without another words walked up the stairs to his room. "Wow. what was that??" Katrina exclaimed after her boss left. "Damn him!" she muttered and went to her room. -- A knock on the door made her leave her room and come down to the sitting room again. She opened the door and saw a very pretty lady standing at the door.

I finally decided to go with a black dress, Sleeveless,body fitted. Maria looked at me when I was fully dressed,ready to go for the gala.And she did a thorough assessment with her eyes,checking that everything was in place,then she said.” Good”. I was pleased with myself for the outfit I finally chose. The car was ready by seven,and u got in at exactly fifteen passed seven. I sat at the back sit with my hands folded on my laps,my face calm,my heart doing something complicated under that calm face.

The car purred to life, and we pulled away from the estate, leaving the chaos and humiliation behind. In the backseat, I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the streets. I should have felt relieved to be away from it all, but instead, I felt… unsettled. “Do you know the best way to get revenge on someone like him?” Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking. “What?” He leaned back in his seat, his smirk playful yet calculating. “Alias. Do you know the best way to make him regret every single thing he did to you?”

The sheer force of his voice left no room for argument, and Kaira reluctantly lowered herself onto the couch. “I suppose they’re right when they say money changes people,” Claudia began, her eyes narrowing as she scanned Kaira’s figure. “Just look at how she’s dressed, like a cheap whore.” She gestured toward Kaira’s dress with a sneer. Kaira wore a short black dress with a low neckline and intricate patterns along the hem. While there was nothing inherently inappropriate about it, the real issue was that the dress was stunning—and expensive. Claudia’s disdainful remark barely masked the resentment in her tone. Evelyn’s eyes sparkled with envy as she took in the exquisite fabric and perfect

Sarah I wore a reversible design long dress. Since I always wear black, the dress I ordered has a black garment inside. I had a hunch Jessica was brewing up some drama, aiming to cast me as the villainous sister-in-law. Yet, her swiftness in action caught me off guard; I had anticipated a more theatrical display, perhaps in front of a larger audience. As the door to the extension room swung open, Jessica, her cronies, and her mother stood dumbfounded at the sight of me in my elegant black dress.