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I was serving the ordered food on one of the tables when he entered again. That's it!! I have had enough of his nonsense. He smirked at me and sat down at one of the tables. He asked me to come to take an order. To my dismay, that table was assigned to me and Jane was very busy. So I went to him. " Yes, sir? Have you decided what you want? " I asked. " Yes, darling... I want you. Want to taste the delectable taste of you." He said shamelessly. " Get lost!! " I whispered and yelled.

It was warm and smelled faintly of his cologne, filling me with an unexpected comfort. “Well, to me, you’re still a jerk until proven not guilty,” I countered. “You know as someone who gets all she wants by leveraging her assets, you really shouldn’t be judging me,” he fired back. The furious tempo of my heart matched the chaos that was unfolding within me, and without restraint, I lashed out. “How dare you? It’s because of men like you that women end up with scars like this...” I lifted my dress, exposing the mark of El Diablo that was etched on my skin.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

I wouldn't be able to find a new job if I didn't accept the company's arrangements for me. Letting me resume working in a job position that the company selected for me was just a fancy excuse for them to demote me and exclude me from the core management. Great. Just great. What an incredibly smart method to take me out after squeezing out all of my worth! But what Xander and the others didn't know was that I had already died once. There was no way I'd let them do whatever they wanted to me without fighting back. After I returned to my office, I made myself a cup of coffee. I had no idea when exactly I got addicted to coffee—if I didn't have a cup of joe every day, I'd be extremely uncomforta

"You know what happens to traitors. Choose wisely, Daniel. It was a heavy fog of tension. To Sophia, the earth was splitting down the middle beneath her very feet. The urge to grab Daniel, to yank him from Kael's clutches, was overwhelming, yet the fear of what Kael might do froze her to her spot. "I won't let you hurt my pack," Sophia said firmly. "I won't let you hurt anyone." Kael snarled, "And what will you do? You're just a pup compared to the likes of us. You have no power here."

Kenneth humiliated you. What if this is your chance to make him suffer? I exhaled slowly, gripping the card. Maybe revenge wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

I felt as if a heavy weight was pressing against it. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to slap Travis Moore. I wanted to scream at him and to tell him how much damage he had done to my life. However, I needed to suppress my emotions in front of him. I didn't want my revenge plan to be in vain, especially since I had not started yet. I immediately hailed a taxi after leaving the hotel. I told the driver where I wanted to be dropped off and leaned against the window. My father was capable of giving me everything. In fact, he offered me the most luxurious brand-new car, but I declined. I refused to accept a single cent from him.

It made my stomach knot. “What if we do all that and still cannot prove anything?” I asked quietly. Malcolm turned fully to me, his expression softening just a little. “Rhonda, look at me.” I did. “We will prove it,” he said. My throat tightened. I nodded, though the fear still did not leave me completely. I wanted revenge. I wanted justice. I wanted Julian dragged by the neck for daring to invade my privacy and threaten my life like that. But underneath all of it was still that raw, panicked feeling of violation. Someone had watched me, recorded me, and stored that moment. The disgust of it clung to my skin no matter how many times I tried not to think about it.

“Tell me, how does it feel? Now that you’ve gotten your revenge? Now that you’ve killed the man who sold you? Are you satisfied? Are you free?” Nyx said nothing. The hollow place in her chest provided answer enough. “That’s what I thought,” Evander continued. “Revenge is like poison, little wolf. It eats you from the inside out. By the time you realize what it’s cost you, there’s nothing left but a shell.” “Spoken like a man who’s made a career of poisoning others,” Nyx shot back.