Sweet Triumph: Tamara's Revenge Novels & Stories

I eagerly announced to both of them but Tamara is still sulking on the side. “Cupcake, don’t give us that face now. I’m sure you will be enjoying the scenery tomorrow, we will fall in love again watching the sunrise.” Ryle coaxed the pouting Tamara at the side. “Come on we will love this, are you not excited to meet some stranger so that we can be friends once again? I comforted her as well. “Fine, I don’t have any choice now do I? She gives us a sarcastic smile but we both know that she’s looking forward to it as well.

He didn’t smile, just nodded once. Reid leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, wicked curve to his mouth. “Unless you’d rather spend the night fighting for a bench with the college kids. Your call, sweetheart.” Tamara met their eyes—one after another—and felt heat bloom low in her belly. Not fear. Not caution. Just raw, immediate want. The alternative was miserable. The promise in their stares was anything but. “I’m Tamara,” she said. Marcus extended a hand. “Marcus. Julian. Reid. Let’s go before the roads close completely.”

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!"

He talked to a staff member and pointed toward the table near ours. "What about me?" "I told you the reasons. Weren’t you listening?" he chided, then followed my gaze. "Wait—don’t tell me you’re attracted to him?" "What? No!" I shook my head so fast it nearly popped off. "Absolutely not." "Good. Because he’s getting married." "Yeah… wait—what?" "You still don’t get it, do you?" "Wha—what’s there to—to get?" "Tamara used you as her pawn. Soon, she’ll ask about your tattoo, give you the money she promised, and then tell you to disappear. But not before everything turns to shit," he explained flatly.

"I just found out that it wasn't just Mia who framed you. Don't you want to stay alive and get your revenge?" "Who... who else was involved?" I asked, even though I was already guessing. "It was Lorenzo!" he said. "Lorenzo ordered her to frame you so that you could be killed, and she'd be made the Luna. Don't you want to get revenge? I promise I'll help you. I'll make sure they come crying for your forgiveness!" I smiled weakly as I stretched out my right hand, reaching for his cheek. "If there's another life, I'll let you love me."

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.

You had this expression like you were not quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth. -Lain S. Thomas. |I R I S| You know when you are having the time of your life and the things gets ruined because of some freaking flamingo? Yup, that's exactly what happened with us today, right now. "Do not fucking touch me!" Aleeza screams at the creepy man, pushing into his chest to shive him away. He stumbles on his feet in his drunken state. He is so drunk that I can literally smell alcohol from him even after standing a few feet away from him.

He smiled. " What do you want? " I asked coldly, I'm tired of watching this weird behaviour. " Nothing. " He said, helping me seat up right. He walked towards me, placing kisses on my forehead. He placed a kiss on my lips, cutting the kiss. I stared at him in shock, I felt this weird spark run through my vein. " What was that?" I asked, opening my eyes slowly. " Here are the papers you asked for. Oh! Hi Amelia." Damon said, handing some paper work to Damon. He studied them carefully for a while chuckling.

“I don’t want them. She ruined my family jewels! If I don’t do the same to her, I’d be living in vain.” “You’re such an idiot. It’s easy to kill her. But there’ll be nothing left after she dies. It’ll be nothing but a relief for her. It’d be better to let her live. Slow torture is the best method of revenge.” Since Tammy wanted Sharon, she had to find a way to take her. Trevor had always known that Tammy was a vicious and ruthless person. She was certainly far from her image as a young lady of an affluent family. However, he was a man who hated dawdling. He wanted his revenge right now!

Thankfully, a waiter passed with a tray that contained glasses of champagne and I snatched one almost immediately and downed it in a go. My head snapped up when I heard them announcing Sylvester's name along with that of Tamara. When I looked down, I saw him approaching the stairs with Tamara’s hand in his. He was dressed in a flawless black suit. He looked gorgeous and put together and just looking at him fucking hurt. It hurt to the extent that it was almost painful to breathe.