Sweet Triumph: Tamara's Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

Heather’s POV The aroma of the scrumptious meal before me reached my taste buds first before the first bite ever did. It was warm, rich and highly comforting. Once again I stared at the tray before me, taking all the food in. Yeah… I was definitely going to need seconds after this. I looked down at the bowl resting on my lap, steam curling gently into the air. The creamy mashed potatoes melted almost instantly on my tongue, paired with tender slices of roasted chicken coated in a savory gravy that was somehow both light and flavorful.

I reached the window and slide out, disappearing into the city streets. **************** When I entered Mr. Grayson’s office, the sight of him almost brought me to tears. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him. “Caroline?” he said, startled. “What’s going on? How’s your master revenge plan coming along? I forced a smile, lying through my teeth. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” Everything was not fine! He didn’t buy it. “Well you don’t look fine.” I broke. The words spilled out before I could stop them. “I’m losing it, Sir. Victor’s unbearable, and his father—” My voice cracked. “He is The Grim Reaper's twin brother or something cause that man is beyond ruthless. I can’t do this anymore.

Cold sweats dripped down her face. My lips curled into a smile. Finally, It was working. Good, let everyone see it. Let everyone watch her fall apart. NoAlice's fingers tightened around the table as if it would save her. Unfortunately, it won’t. Suddenly, she turned towards me, a flicker of realization in her eyes. But it was too late. Slowly, I lifted my glass and took a sip, savoring my victory. My glass cup suddenly looked bigger, before blurring. I frowned.

Her pulse stayed even as the final transfer bar filled, then vanished. “Done,” Naomi breathed softly, barely moving her lips. Chipo responded instantly. “Confirmed. Tamara, disengage now.” Tamara tilted her head immediately, letting disappointment touch her expression. “I have to go,” she said gently as Victor frowned. “So soon,” he replied, reaching for her hand. “At least your number.” Tamara withdrew just enough to keep control, then smiled. “A card,” she said instead. Victor chuckled, relieved, fishing one from his pocket and handing it to her. “Of course.”

he blurt out with a hint of amusement dancing in his tone. I eye him carefully and said nothing. He studies me for a second before handing me a glass. “Here, looks like you need it,” I take it and gulped it to the last drop and Damon watched me. Letting out an exasperated sigh he mutters. “Okay, what the hell is going on, you're giving me headache already,” he rolls his eyes. My silence lasted a second or two before a stream of words was on the verge of an eruption. “Tamara is back to working for that asshole, can you believe it!” I fussed. “That woman pisses me off more than anything.”

He almost hadn’t recognized her but there she sat with Russo’s mark visible on her shoulder. “Tammy.” Troy grinned as they neared their table. Tammy jumped up and hugged Troy tightly and much to his delight got a growl from Reese. She clamped her hand over her mouth as Russo laughed loudly. “I’m so sorry,” Reese said as Tammy laughed and hugged her too. “It’s okay, I mean I would’ve growled too if Troy was my mate,” she said as Russo shook his head. “Fuck that, I’m not ordering a new bed,” he said as they all took their seats at Russo’s table.

An easy miss. Sarah backed away, a wide smile on her face, her eyes never leaving Tami. “I really like that, but there’s also that little gasp,” she let out a sound, mocking Tami’s surprise and laughed, “are you really surprised that I want to kill you?” Tami stumbled backwards, sputters of blood falling from her mouth and staining her chin as she wrapped her hand over the blade. “You treated me like shit. Abandoned me when you were done with me. The only reason you’re here right now is because they kicked you out of your little party.” She snapped. “So who do you come crawling back to? Me! I’m the star. I’m the one who’s supposed to have all this! The money, the fame, the guy!!! Me! But I g

"You're with the keys. Do I need to remind you everything? she mocked, walking away. This woman was like an addiction, you could never get enough. Everything was beginning to seem fun. All I needed was to gain just a little trust right? how hard could it possibly be. ***************** your likes and reviews mean so much to me, so do it. thanks you so much for coming this far who do you think would make a better couple, heather and James, or James and ken? stay tuned!!

“I swear if she calls me one more time, I’ll—” “Calm down,” Sophie muttered, rubbing her temples. “Let’s just get through this without any bloodshed.” The door burst open, and Tammy strolled in like she owned the place. Her hair was perfectly curled, and she wore a bright pink dress that screamed *look at me*. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen, putting her hands on her hips. “Oh, good, you’re all here. Maybe now I can finally get some service around here.” Fatima’s grip on the counter tightened, and Sophie leaned over to whisper, “I’ll hold her down; you get the shovel.”