روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge, Served In A Black Dress

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Greedy. He stole my father’s idea and ordered my parents’ deaths. I hate him. And everything that revolves around him. I wanted to kill him. I still do. But my uncle told me that the best way to hurt someone is to take revenge on their loved one. Xander Black is the apple of his father’s eye—his weakness. And the key to destroying him.

There were no magic formulas to cure it, just daily battles and a slow and gradual acceptance. With a sigh, struggling to be positive and thinking that both her therapy and the revenge plan were just beginning and could bring some significant improvements to her still shaky state of mind, Missy smoothed the hem of her dress, wondering whether Logan would like it as much as the black dress his mother had given him. That was one of the dresses she'd bought herself, however, it was far from themed or anything remotely close to triggering her. It had a totally sober, non-flashy print, with a skirt that reached just past her knees, a belt made of the same fabric, long sleeves that she had rolled

For all the times he had treated me like I wasn’t worth it, I was going to hurt him more. He would regret why he had done what he did to me. He had used me and treated me like trash. This was my turn to revenge and get back my children in the process. When I was done soliloquizing about my future wins, I donned the gown and started for the mirror. It was a sexy gown with a long slit which ran from the bottom of the long dress to the lap in front. I held a leg in front, admiring how hot I looked. I was going to be the center of attention at that party.

My lips tugged back wickedly as I let the scarf I had been carrying throughout the evening slip off of my shoulders, revealing the daring part of my dress. Hades' eyes scanned my atrocity, narrowing precariously. A sense of satisfaction surged through me at his irked reaction. It was a sexy burgundy slip dress with a low V cowl neckline that showed a generous amount of my cleavage. Thank the heavens I was rich on that department. Not to mention the open back. It was nothing compared to what the other women wore, but it was enough to set off the time bomb ticking into Hades' head. It was my revenge dress. I was glad I chose it against Nola's better judgement. Perhaps my guts knew of my disagr

That’s when I realized it might be something, but whatever it is, tonight, it seems like it just might ignite into a fireball. I clear my throat. “Well, I better get ready to head home. We have a big day ahead of us.” “Yes, we do. I’ll walk you to your car, my lady, " he said with a hint of sultriness. **** The next evening was memorable for all who attended, especially me. Tonight was about revenge. Showtime was only minutes away! I looked at the body-length mirror. I wore a red fitted gown with a scooped-low neckline, offering a compelling view of my cleavage and six-inch red stilettos. My long, silky blonde hair was swept to one side. The only thing that was missing was my frosting. “Wher

Rhea's Pov It was time for the trial. I stood in front of the mirror, tipping my hat so it covered half of my face. My reflection stared back, unrecognizable, and I almost smiled. This was what I called revenge clothing. A black fitted dress hugged me from the shoulders down, ending just above my knees. The fabric was smooth and at the waist, a thin leather belt cinched in, highlighting my figure without being too loud. The neckline dipped just enough to look bold without crossing into vulgarity. My hat, tilted low, added an air of mystery, only one eye visible under its shadow. A pair of sheer black stockings finished the look, giving me the edge of elegance and defiance in the same breath.

Silas didn’t deserve the space he was taking up. I stood, rolling my shoulders back, and met my own eyes in the mirror—ginger fire framing silver steel. “Let’s go with the red dress,” I said, voice steadier. “The one with the slit up to here.” I gestured high on my thigh. “And the black heels that could stab a man through the heart.” Livia’s lips curved—just slightly. “Now that sounds like revenge worth wearing.” A soft knock sounded at the door. Vuk didn’t wait for permission—he never did. The doors opened, and there he was: black leathers molded to his massive frame, golden eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.

She shut the phone off in my face. I went back up the stairs and prepared for the date. I didn't know how classy he wanted me to dress, but I sure went all out. It was a deep v-cut dress that exposed my upper body, it was lacy and see-through too. It was a high split that stopped at the top of my thigh, it was also like a mermaid dress. I wore black pumps a black purse and silver jewelry. I did a heavy makeup look that matched. It was my revenge dress, absolutely stunning.