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and I linked Marion to get her on special vitamins soon. I cuddled with my mates and listened to Addison drop off to sleep and a link came through, I heard Vivianne say, "I want what is mine, Rusev, you had no right giving it to her, you know she wasn't worthy" and I said, "What is yours, Viv?" She laughed saying, "A baby, that's why I killed your son, you give her what was mine," and I smiled because she did not know I knew about Varek, "I need that power, get me pregnant and I will leave you and the others alone," I smiled saying, "Over my dead body, and close the link. That bitch really thought that I would impregnate her, she was crazy and all about power and that is what we will take aw

"I'm not some object you can take turns using and then lock away in a golden cage once you're bored! I'm the one in control here, not you!" The plump woman opened her eyes once more. The deadly flash of vengeance that had briefly dimmed was now blazing fiercely again within her round eyes. Vivienne knew she could not remain idle and allow the Vance clan to go any further, or her entire plan for revenge against her ex-husband would turn to ashes before it even had the chance to begin.

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

Katherine's POV If anyone had told me that one day, I'd be betrayed and replaced by my own husband. I would have fought them in his defense, probably beat them up to a pup, because I loved my husband so much and I trusted him with all my heart. I loved him enough to settle down as a housewife, allowed for a surrogate mother because I couldn't bear his heir. I did whatever he told me to do because I was his wife and I loved him dearly. I went as far as shutting out my family from my life because they thought Reynold was a nobody and they didn't want us together.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

She stood there against the cliff’s edge, stripped of everything but fury. I didn’t see madness or weakness, I saw vengeance. She was clearly angry, and we probably have wasted our time following this woman, this was beyond acting. Michael must have stood her up in that aisle. Vivian hissed, definitely disgusted by the sight of a fellow woman’s curves, it was jealousy. Victor let out a long, low whistle, his hand dragging over his mouth, he was clearly enticed by the shape of her body. I tried to fight my brain as it kept being deceptive towards me at the sight of her endowed body.

she whispered, "isn't this place special? You built this greenhouse just for your wife. Every flower here is one she adores. Doesn't it make things more… thrilling?" With that, she pulled apart her dress, revealing the delicate lace beneath. Griffith's eyes darkened. The hunger in them swallowed him whole. He kissed her with an urgency I had once believed was meant only for me. I listened as their breaths tangled, as the room filled with sounds of longing, of betrayal. My own breath grew ragged. A cold sweat broke over my skin. Pain, sharp and relentless, skewered my heart. This man—this man who had sworn he would love only me, who had vowed he would never betray me—was now devouring another

I whispered, unable to breathe properly. “You’re the reason he’s dead,” she continued, pointing at me. “Ever since he married you, his life turned upside down. You brought him bad luck. You drained him.” “That’s not true,” I cried, shaking my head. “I loved him. I...” She lunged for me again, but hands rushed between us, grabbing her arms, pulling her back as the room erupted into chaos. “She killed him!” she shouted as they dragged her away. “This woman killed my son!”

The bitch had already known about Mel being protected by Bryce, because she investigated after Mel started going out to her new working place. The woman understood the reason why her husband has been moody and having sleepless nights, but instead of discussing it with him, she just proceeded with her original plan to eliminate the one at the center of it all. After all, this nonsense all started because of the existence of the boy born by that slut. That was Chairman Charles' wife belief, so she planned for them to be ambushed. She was out with the maid who found one way or the other to tag along, and since the woman wanted her pretense to work perfectly, she wouldn't mind a witness.

Blades positioned at strategic points along her torso—ankle sheaths, wrist cuffs, a knife sheathed at her hip. My wife was armed. Everywhere. "Jesus Christ, Cat—" "What?" She turned to face me fully, and I could see the fury radiating off her. "Did you think I was just going to stand around looking pretty? I'm armed everywhere, Jameson. Everywhere. Because that's what I do. That's who I am." The delicate princess I'd thought I'd married didn't exist. This woman—this dangerous, lethal woman—was the real Catarina Vitale.