Sweet Triumph: Tamara's Revenge Novels & Stories

Her face was flushed with humiliation. “ You should've thought of what I'd do, thought of the consequences before crossing my way, before cheating with that dead head. But thank you, for taking that trash out for me, since that's what you're good at.” With that, she hung up. Tamara’s knees buckled. Her breathing came in ragged bursts. “ That bitch, why my good? Why?” She burst into tears, screamed as she looked at all her life's work. All gone. With no single one left.

Olivia said, now positioning herself to be half sitting. The blue-eyed woman gently touched the tomb. The tomb still feels brand new after a week ago it was dismantled and investigated by the police. So far, the tomb is not filled by anyone. David Gray tricked everyone with a fake tomb because in fact the guy put Samuel and Megan Nelson somewhere else. That is a place that is currently a project of Gold Corp.

“Don’t worry about my feelings. I’ll play my part if it helps you heal, Tamara.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit record, careful not to make a sound. This was gold…evidence of her manipulation and Richard’s heartbreak. I smirked to myself, imagining how explosive this would be when I released it. Richard sighed deeply. “I guess I should have seen this coming. But Tamara, don’t fool yourself. Punishing him won’t bring you peace.” Tamara didn’t respond immediately. When she finally spoke, her voice trembled. “I know. I just… I didn’t know what else to do.”

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

Chaos served someone else's hand. I closed my hand around the arrowhead. Edges pressing into my palm. “You gain something from telling me this.” “I gain more if you aim in the right direction.” I watched him for a moment longer. Then turned toward the door. “This isn’t over.” “It rarely is.” He replied. Tamara’s POV The smell hit me first. Thick. Metallic. It filled my lungs before I even opened my eyes. Heavy enough to make my chest tighten. Coppery tang coated my tongue.

Their eyes lock for a moment, but then she breaks the stare running away, faster than she ever did in her life. Tammy!' he calls after her, although she's long vanished in the dark corners of the underground. The air feels like ice on her wet and flaming cheeks, while her heart is ripping her chest apart. Tears are gushing out one after another and she's far from stopping the torrent. Caught in a messy swirl of emotions, she bumps into Sesh and Matt, interrupting their lewd and lascivious dance. Without saying a word, Tammy grabs the drink from her hand and pours it down her throat. She welcomes the blistering heat, hoping it will make her forget. More!' She demands, returning Sesh's cup.

HONEYMOON PART II Carla's POV Liam's sister Susie is getting married, we're still in New York. It's safe to say I love New York, not as much as I love London but if I wasn't living in London I'll very much be living in New York.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

It was the same exact design as ours; he hadn't even bothered to change the script. Everyone in the room seemed captivated by him. My assistant, Dennis Hart, had come with me. He was furious. "Mr. Miller, how can you be so calm? He copied us!" I patted him on the shoulder to calm him down. "Don't worry. I'll handle this." Thunderous applause erupted in the hall, accompanied by the sound of cameras clicking away. Satisfied with the response, Leo asked, "Any questions?" Silence fell over the room again. Leo nodded smugly and was just about to continue when I called out, "I have an objection!"

Leon I watched Tamara swirl the wine in her glass, her fingers lightly tapping the stem like she needed the motion to stay in control. She hadn’t taken a single sip. Just held it, like the shape of the glass was the only thing anchoring her to the moment. She didn’t want to be here. Not really. Not in this rooftop lounge full of curated luxury and stiff jazz. Not with the skyline stretched out like a postcard we were supposed to admire together. No, she was somewhere else entirely. Still thinking about the call she didn’t get. The person she didn’t get to talk to.