Romans & histoires Sweet Revenge 211

Susan whispered, grabbing my elbow to hide the gesture. "I am calm," I lied shamelessly. She knew it. The waitress stopped at our table and gave us a professional, polite smile. "I hope you like the view. My name is Michel, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight." "Oh, great." The sarcasm was so noticeable she arched an eyebrow. "It’s certainly... wonderful." I gave her a forced smile, eyeing the glass railing behind her and imagining myself tossing her over it. God, I wasn't like this! I never would have believed I could have such thoughts.

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?

"I told you I would investigate this. Why are you being so stubborn?" "I..." Before I could finish, that man hissed. "Damn it. You made her lose her memory for four years just to steal her from me. You and your father better start preparing your graves." Benjamin suddenly gave a cold laugh. "That is a ridiculous thing to say. She is Ingrid Aniston, my wife. There is no such thing as stealing her from you. I do not even know who you are. Can you stop talking such nonsense?" I could smell the gunpowder thick in the air. Was a war about to break out here? Fearing the worst, I hid behind Benjamin’s back. I had been defiant moments ago, but after witnessing this heated exchange, I was terrified.

We must discover what is happening and why Jake is so eager to know when he and his father will meet. We sneak into the restaurant disguised as two average women. We sat, and that was when we saw Sylvia and Jake walk in. We see them walking to one of the servants. I know the two of them are up to no good. We wait until they leave, and then we walk to the server. It is not surprising that it is one of Nick's restaurants because we all know that Chase will not eat at another restaurant that does not belong to Nick. However, Nick walked up to us before we could reach the server.

Please, I beg silently, hurry. The man steps closer to me, his boots crunching against the floor. My breaths come in shallow, panicked gasps, each one a quiet betrayal of my fear. I try to back away, but my body feels like it’s sinking into quicksand. Suddenly, Christine bursts into the space. With a swift motion, she grabs his shoulder and throws a punch into his jaw. The impact reverberates through the air, and he stumbles back, momentarily off balance. He recovers quickly, swinging at her, but Christine dodges with a sharp twist and lunges to rip off his mask. He fights back, his hands desperately covering his face, his body twisting to shield himself. With a violent shove, he pushes Chri

But I will give him a deep kiss afterward so he won't pass out in fear of going through as much pain as I am going through right now. His bitter revenge. My sweet revenge brought us together. I love him and he loves me too. And we will be together till death do us part! THE END!

Wish I could say that. "Yeah..." I whispered. "Just don't bury your face to my neck." "Oh you mean, like this?" and he dipped his mouth in my neck. I can really feel his mouth! I almost hear myself squeak. He chuckled. "You sounded like a kid. Can I do it again?" He whispered. "If you don't stop, I'll break your fingers one by one..." I threatened. "Hmm, fine then..." This is too much. Every time he opens his mouth, my whole body is on fire!

“Liam you don’t understand, you have to think clearly. The man who killed your parents is almost dead and is counting on his last breaths. His two right hands were executed by you yourself. Don’t you think it’s enough?” “No it’s not enough!” he shouted and then buried his face in his palms. “Are you crying?” I asked in astonishment. Oh my God, he was actually crying. Liam Lautner was crying. “I should call Cassie” “No wait, don’t tell her that her Mafia husband is weeping like a kid demanding for an ice cream” he chuckled and wiped his tears. “Look Liam, you are one of the luckiest persons on earth. You’ve got Cassie beside you as your wife. You should be very thankful to God.” He held his h

The Swift Security Series Ben Chapter 112 Ben’s point of view Main character introduction Ben Willis ( Nickname Bulldog), age 32, ex-special forces, now working for swift security. I've loved her for as long as I can remember, she was married to one of my best friends, and I watched her fall apart when he was killed in the army; we were all in the same regiment, and I saw how much her grief destroyed her leaving her fighting a losing battle with depression and there wasn't a single thing I could do to help her.

she threatened and it was amazing how this snake had gone unnoticed before my eyes and I had come to love her and help her so much to make her pay me this way. "You know, I think I have told you before, but again I will repeat I don't like to be manipulated and much less to be blackmailed, so I will give you a much better option, I will give you 100 thousand dollars, you will return to Malibu and you will never again appear in front of me or Isabella after signing a confidentiality agreement, you decide whether you accept or not, but I assure you it would be the best thing you can do, because if you don't do it I am even capable of forgetting that we are united by blood. " I said in a calm v