Revenge X Storm Real Vs Fake の小説・ストーリー

Just when I thought the storm was finally over, Mira suddenly posted again on social media two days later. [Here’s the evidence you’ve all been asking for.]

“Will she even agree? She just had twins. She’s healing. Is she even fit to act?” Chloe sipped her drink. “And blackmail? That’s bold, Ev. What if she tells Liam? He’s watching her like a hawk.” “He won’t find out,” I said, moving to pace the poolside. “She’ll do it. Actresses fake stuff all the time. And Liam? He’ll never know. I own the situation.” Sunny bit her lip. “This is risky,” she said. “But... revenge, huh?” “Shut up,” I told her, though I couldn’t help the dark smile. “She doubles, I shine. Liam’s mine again. If she refuses… I’ll make sure she pays. I'll fvcking end her if I have to.”

It would be so easy to do it now, while my heart is still raw and bleeding, while I still have the strength to hate him. But something dark, something vengeful coils in my chest. Killian Storm rejected me like I was worthless. Like I was nothing. Fine. Let him believe that. Let him believe I’m weak. That I’ll crawl away and lick my wounds like a good little exile. Let him believe it—so when I return, he won’t see the knife until it’s in his throat. But one day, when I return—when I make him kneel before me and watch as I rip his world apart— He will regret ever letting me go.

“Mateo will never know. The bastard thinks he deserves everything just because he was born a Storm. I will show him how wrong he is!” ----

I say through clenched teeth, "she can’t have it." I step closer to him, watching him squirm. "I don’t care if it’s a decaying piece of land in Antarctica. If she wants it, it’s mine." He swallows, nods. The others do too. It’s what they’re paid to do: nod, agree, lie. She’s planning something. I can feel it. She’s not the type to forgive. And Marion Storm doesn’t play defense. She retaliates. With teeth. A knock slices through the tension.

“Ria, lend me your complete strength today at all times. It’s time… for our revenge.” ‘I can’t wait to see what you do, Zeve. Because if you fail…’ “Uh-uh! Stop right there. Fail?” I smiled, looking at my reflection’s glowing eyes. “Take that word out of your dictionary and there is no you and me, Ria. It’s us. Maybe my life was fake until today, but my pain, that harassment, that trauma, that depression — every fucking thing I felt in my twenty-two years of life was anything but real for me. I will return everything they gave me with interest. Be it wounds or trauma.”

If she thought this was going to work in her favor, she’d better make it worth my time, because I wasn’t in the mood for games. “Hello, Mr. Storm.” She smiled, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. “You look well.” I leaned back in my chair, eyeing her with suspicion. “Nicole. Why are you here? And how did you know I was back?” She tilted her head slightly, feigning innocence. “Oh, I read about it online. How the deal with Vanderwolt was sealed by none other than the CEO of Storm Innovations himself... I’m truly glad you’re back with us.”

She picked up the flash drive. “I want her humiliated,” Jamie murmured. “I want the world to see the woman everyone praises as a fraud.” Jessica’s smile turned predatory. “Then we’re in business.” They clinked glasses, and in some sick way, as a toast to destruction. And somewhere far from that rooftop, Raine Weston had no idea that two ghosts from her past had just joined forces to ruin her future.

"Wow. Ouch. That really hurt. Let's put this into perspective, Reneigh. You steal from my company for months and when caught, you truly believe you're the victim. I give you a way out and you balk at everything I ask of you." "I don't like secrets." "And I don't appreciate liars and thieves," he said quietly. "And the truth is you don't know anything about me." The tension was difficult. "That's where you're wrong, Mr. Storm. You've had the best that money could buy, including the most expensive boarding schools in both Boston and Paris, where you graduated from high school at sixteen. You are Harvard educated and while you didn't graduate first in your class, your 3.8 GPA was still outstand

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below