Novel & Cerita Sweet Revenge Sylvia And Simon

Nobody knew how she picked the lock, but she slipped away during a guard change. Simon had heard the news while he was flipping through the diary I had left behind. He looked up at the messenger with hollow eyes, then returned his gaze to the pages. "Let her be," he said. Gracie, however, wasn't done with him. Three days later, Simon was ambushed in the estate. Gracie had brought her ex-husband's pack, a group of desperate, ruthless werewolves. Outnumbered, Simon was overpowered and dragged to the edge of the cliff behind the estate. She stood before him. Her face was pale and sunken, her body thin, yet her eyes burned with a terrifying intensity.

Sylvia, who was beside Thiery, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Honey, why are you wasting your time listening to the nonsense of a lowly person like him? We better quickly call security and just tell them what happened. In this way, the officer will not be able to just let it go. After that, you can complain to Mr Richard Watson about what happened so that this brat learns a valuable lesson and let him lose his pride as a man!" Dominique no longer has pride as a man, husband and father. This is clearly the cause of Nicko. Until now, Sylvia still has feelings of grudge against that man. Sylvia once swore that she would take revenge on Nicko, who had made her live in prolonged suffering.

I suddenly felt small in my place, scanning the surroundings, and almost lost my breath when I saw him standing in the middle of the crowd. I tried to call his name, but no words came out of my mouth. My feet were glued. Tears fell as I watched him smile as if he was okay. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are calling your attention for the important announcement of Mr. Syruis." All attention was on them; I couldn't take my eyes off them even as they started to blur. Styx cleared his throat before placing the microphone on his mouth. "Good evening," he uttered softly as I closed my eyes and cried harder. He looked okay; he looked better now. Is that the man who lost the woman he loved?

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

She paused beside my chair and leaned down, voice dropping so only me could hear. “Be careful, Scarlett,” she whispered. “Men like Simon don’t share. And secrets like yours… they have a way of coming out.” Then she straightened, smiled at Cynthia, and walked out like she hadn’t just lit a fuse. I sat frozen, a wine glass cold in my hand. Simon didn't look at me or say a word. Cynthia just shrugged it off casually mostly because she didn't see things like Olivia did. But I understood that we weren't just fighting ourselves anymore. They were fighting the world.

Pushing open the rusted security door, I was hit by a wave of stale air, heavy with the scent of dust and time. I waved a hand in front of my face and got to work. Halfway through, a message came through from an unfamiliar number. It was a video. In it, Charles had his arms wrapped around a curvy woman, whispering things into her ear with a smile I knew far too well. For a moment, I froze. That face still had the power to throw me off balance. The video was loud with music, but the conversation managed to cut through. "Charles, you think Mindy's really mad this time? Think she's done for good?"

I'm not impotent. Florida's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, searching for whatever. Then, suddenly, she smiled. “Okay, Derrick. We'll play it your way. For now.” I nodded, trying to keep my relief in check. But I knew this was far from over. Florida leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We're making a mistake, though, Derrick. We should've killed that nanny when we had the chance.” I gripped her arms, getting her off me. “Let's just focus on the plan, Florida.”

“Who are you?” She smiles faintly. “Someone who’s been trying to finish what your brother started.” She gestures to the chair by the desk. “Sit.” I don’t move. She sighs. “I’m not your enemy.” “That’s what everyone says,” I reply. “Fair,” she admits. “My name is Rachel Monroe. Internal Affairs.” The words hit me hard. “You’re lying,” I say automatically. “If I were lying,” she says evenly, “you’d already be in cuffs.”

That pissed me off. “First of all, Simon’s company was sabotaged,” I replied angrily. “I have proof of that. Sylas just happened to find more. Second, yes, I came here to get to the bottom of why Wyvern Capital was behind the damage that DID ruin a good man’s life. Simon’s life. To the point that he died. I came here willing to believe Dimitri wasn’t behind it. That it was some middle manager doing stupid shit to advance his career somehow. But no. That wasn’t the case.”

Probably, he is thinking she's saddened and against of his decision. “Uhmm, yes, Sy. That would be so fine with me. You don't have to worry much.” Simone hugged her after saying that. She only looked at him and waved her hand as he drove off back the motorcycle to the mansion. The sound of the coming ATV vehicle caught her attention. “Hello, ma'am. I am Sylvia, one of the staff here. Sir Simone requested this, and informed me already to guide you to where Sir Apollo is right now,” Emily gulped at the vision of Sylvia who is singlely-handed the said vehicle.