Novel & Cerita Ultimate Avengers Black Widow

Mischievously. Ava’s fingers curled at her sides as she walked toward them. “Adrian.” Her voice was calm. Adrian turned immediately, surprise flashing across his face. “Ava? Why did you get out of bed? The doctor didn’t say you could leave yet.” His words came quickly, his attention shifting between her and the woman beside him. “Who’s she?” Ava asked, ignoring everything else. Adrian let out a small chuckle, as if the question was nothing. “This is Livia,” he said. “My personal assistant.”

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

the Omega pleads. Ashley ignores her, instead turning the gun toward Victor. "Gordon, my First Beta, so proud and arrogant. I'm going to do something you couldn't." "Boss?" the Auctioneer hums, all vigor lost. Ariadne feels like she's drowning again, always one step behind. "A Black Wolf only gains his title when he kills his father," Ashley whispers. Victor's eyes widen a fraction. "So what? Are you going to kill me?" Ashley nods. "Just like you killed your father."

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

The Widow's Peak alpha was a woman made of ice and iron. She didn't offer us seats. She didn't offer us anything. Her hall was carved from black stone, and the torches burned low and red. The alpha, Ravenna, sat on a throne of twisted iron with her hands gripping the armrests and her pale eyes fixed on me like I was a problem she was trying to solve. She was older than me, maybe forty, with iron-grey hair braided tight against her skull and a mouth that looked like it had never smiled.

The air turned to ice. "Black Widow" was the one word you never said. Rumors flew after my father’s death. That she was a curse. A woman who brought death to her own husband. It was the one scar that never healed. The one line nobody crossed. Marco was still laughing like a maniac. "You killed your husband! You're the reason the Valenti men are all dead! And you'll kill your daughter, too! You're a praying mantis who devours her own—"

The blackmailer. Yes, I knew. I knew it was her. I’d suspected for a while, but last night confirmed it. Her robotic words rang through my head again: "My gain is that your wife will finally have freedom... She’ll stop being the virgin wife that she is." That pause. That crack in her silence. It was her. And still... I would never leave her. Let her scream. Let her fight. I would answer every one of those midnight calls. Let her think she was fooling me. If pretending was the only way to keep her tethered to me, so be it.

Everyone froze in shock while I just stood here, chest rising and falling, my throat clogged. "I, Diana Blackthorne of Black widow's pack, reject you, Alpha Zaden as my mate!"

Evangeline's Pov "She was holding up remarkably well." "Poor thing. So young to be a widow." "I heard she got his shares now." The whispers followed me like flies, and I let them because that’s what widows did. We floated through rooms in black dresses and let people say whatever they needed to say to make themselves feel better about death.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.