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

I wore a pure black strapless dress, its long train trailing behind me like a shadow of the night, sweeping across the crimson carpet. A wave of shock rippled through the pews. Whispers spread like a contagion. "Jesus Christ, she's wearing black!" "Isn't the Moretti funeral over yet?" "What the hell is this?" I ignored them all, my eyes locked on Robin. His smile froze, replaced by raw shock and a flicker of panic. "Bella, where's your wedding dress?" Under the gaze of every soul in that room, I walked, step by step, up to the altar to face him.

“Revenge.” ‎

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

Anna comes and select dress for her and gets ready with her. Elina: " Hmmm Anna don't you think this dress is too reliving... I won't wear this..." Anna: " it's perfect.." Elina wear one shoulder dress top white and down black with leg side slit dress and Anna wear red colour off shoulder full length dress which perfectly hugs her body and back less.. after getting ready they both comes down...

"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.

He turns, extending his hand toward me. I place my fingers in his, and he holds me as if I’m made of glass though the way his eyes trail over me says otherwise. “You look lethal,” he murmurs low enough for only me to hear. I smirk. “Good. I dressed for revenge.” The deep red gown I wear clings like a second skin, flaring out behind me like a trail of fire. I wore it on purpose. It’s bold and dramatic, a walking middle finger to the family waiting behind those palace walls. Blood-coloured, like a promise. Or a warning.

Concealed among mops and cleaners, I awaited the unfolding drama, a smirk of satisfaction playing on my lips. From my hidden perch, I could only imagine the moment of panic as Flora reached out to find her dress had vanished. “What in the world! Where the hell is my dress?!” I pictured her cursing aloud, her bewildered gasps echoing through the thin walls. Her dismay was my vindication—the sweet taste of revenge for all she had put me through.

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 .

Zara met his eyes. “No. I let it burn.” ⸻ Later that night, Alec found her in her studio. She was working on a dress unlike anything she’d ever made. Black satin. Crimson lace. Metal wire running through the seams like veins. Armor and elegance. “What is it?” he asked softly. “Revenge,” she whispered. He came behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her neck. “You know she won’t stop,” he murmured. “Valencia, Kira… They’re obsessed. With destroying you. With taking me.”

I wore a very tight black dress that hugged my body perfectly, with a large black cosmopolitan hat that held most of my ego, my make up was a little mild but my lip were bloody red. I was death in human form ready to serve it for free. The dramatic scene came when the door was open wide for me, breeze blowing and I stood before men, totally deadpan, this was a different me, with eyes staring probably wondering where I came from. I said nothing, scanning through the room for my prey. There he was, the very man who turned my life upside down, how can he still have a smile on his face. The pain again started returning, I can’t forgive because I can’t forget all that I went through, seeing him n