Sweet Revenge Sylvia And Simon Novels & Stories

A lesson not to show the world your weakness. For Simon, his weakness is Sophie. For Dixon, it's McKenna. Oh, how fun would it be to use her to make him do his bidding. Simon stared at his wife in disbelief. He knew his wife was a good woman. He knew she was being manipulated into joining Trevor's revenge scheme. Hell, the guy is as cunning as a snake. Full of lies and manipulations. "Sophie!!" She raised her hand to silence him. "I know what you're going to say, but you can't talk me out of this, Simon. I've made up my mind, and no one can stop me." She sat down and crossed her legs. Simon glared at Trevor, who sipped his drink and just shrugged.

Sylvia scoffed in derision. Simon was sorely regretting his decision. If he had known this would happen, he would not have agreed to help Billy.

He felt suffocated. "I promised you I would return. Why didn't you wait for me?" He said in a whisper, his voice shattered by grief. "I let you see and touch them because of the bloodline we share," Simon said. "See what you have done. Simone died trying to protect you. Kyle slit her throat and mother died trying to save her. You brought this upon them. Their death is on you." Sage felt the rage burning inside of him and he slowly let go of Simone's hand before he stood back to his feet.

Simone's pov I looked side by side to see James and Jason, the Franklin twins, holding me on either side of my arms, and I winced as their grip tightened when they held me back from moving. "Let go of me! Let me go now!" I yelled, kicked and trashed about violently, and I trashed about more furiously when I watched Dave open a rest room cubicle and upturned my backpack. Tears filled my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was from the fact that my hands were aching from being held too tightly by the JERKlin twins or from seeing my own books, weeks of homework and years of work, falling into the toilet.

Victor stood beside her, watching her with a gentle expression. Sylvia's hand trembled. She opened Rachel's profile and pressed Delete. … The next day, the endless rain finally stopped. Sunlight broke through the clouds. When Sylvia reached the front of the hospital, she snapped her SIM card in half and dropped it into a trash bin. Then she stepped into the light alone and walked toward a brand-new life, one without Victor.

Simon raised his voice, attempting to put an end to the escalating argument. He took a deep breath, torn between his past and his present. "Genevieve, I think it's best if we part ways for tonight." "Not fair Simon, are you asking me to leave because of this tramp of a woman," Genevieve said. "To think, she is a killer," Simon and Gabriella exchanged alarmed glances, as one of their secrets now perilously close to exposure. "What did you just say?" Simon asked once again. "You heard me right, a killer, don't you know she killed Richard," Genevieve continued.

"I saw you, you know. When he was trapped in the wreckage of his car, you were speeding off with your precious lover. What's with the passionate act now? Don't you think you're utterly disgusting, Sylvia?" "Cut off his tongue." Sylvia's hands curled into tight fists, the joints creaking at the force. Behind her deceptively calm gaze, a storm of madness brewed. This was her true self. She wasn't a district attorney who still couldn't let go of her dead husband, despite him being dead for over five years; she was a cold-blooded mafia queen who had blood all over her hands. Wilson practically fled out of the basement, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. Making a mad dash upstairs, he bega

She’d always done nothing, save for standing on the sidelines. But in this life … Sylvia wanted to avenge herself. ‘I should’ve killed him then.’ The regret of letting her chance slip through her fingers lifted the corners of her lips. “Ugh, brother, she’s smiling!” “That’s creepy.” “May-maybe we-we t-t-took it too fa-fa-far.” Sylvia raised her head, still grinning. “Ha-ha-ha.” A cold, circular object pressed against her back. The bread had crumbled and soaked up mud, but the pocket watch was still there, reminding her of life.

Talking to someone who didn’t know me, didn’t know the mess I was in. "Oh God, I wish!" she groaned dramatically. "Simon is a mess! I have to pack everything, down to his briefs, or we’d be vacationing without a single pair." I laughed, really laughed and it bubbled up from my chest like it had been waiting for a moment like this. "I’m Sylvia," I said, extending a hand. "Beth," she beamed, shaking it warmly. I poured her a glass of wine, and the conversation just... flowed. With her, I had the perfect life. And so did she. For a moment, it was like none of the heavy stuff existed. It was just two women enjoying wine and sunshine.

she said slowly, "let me get this straight. You're marrying Adrian Whitmore, fake marrying him to save his company. His father thinks you're in love. And you just admitted that you both regret leaving each other." "Pretty much." "And you're telling me this isn't real?" "Bella." "Sylvia." She leaned forward, her eyes intense. "I saw the pictures from that wedding. I saw the way he looked at you. The way he held you. The way he defended you in front of everyone." She shook her head. "That man is not pretending. That man is head over heels. Everybody can see it!" "Or maybe he's just very good at pretending." "Sylvia." She said my name like I was being deliberately obtuse. "I'm a psychologist. I