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Chapter 38
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Revenge is a dish best served cold. That should be the line I should recite over and over in this scenario. Small sacrifices that should lead to a great victory. I was on a delicate path, where I had to live with the enemy to attack from within. I allowed myself to enjoy Amanda’s martyrdom.I had sabotaged her wedding dress, and now it was time to sabotage another element of her wedding—the venue. I wouldn’t stop until her so-called “best day of her life” became her worst.“Ah… uh… thanks?” Amanda said, suspicious. Then she looked anxiously at Dad. “Weren’t we talking about the baby’s room before they arrived? I’ve already started remodeling it in beige tones. I have a well-defined aesthetic in mind.”I didn’t mind Amanda’s change of conversation. She always had to be the center of attention, in every season, month, and moment of the day.“Which room will it be?” I asked, playing along, picking up a piece of cheese.“The one in the corner. The one you used as a study, right?” she
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“Where did they go?” I asked to no one in particular.As if in response, my phone started ringing from inside my purse. I pulled it out, surprised to see it was Lucius calling.“What’s going on?” I asked.“We’re waiting for you on the rooftop,” he said.“For what?” I asked, frowning.“Your family wanted to show me the view, so here we are. Don’t take too long,” he replied before hanging up.I stared at the phone screen, curiosity piqued. I knew there was a beautiful event space on the rooftop, with a stunning view of the city, but it wasn’t typically open except for big events. Unsure of what they were planning, I left my purse behind, exited the apartment, and climbed the stairs to the rooftop. I pushed the door open.If these lunatics were planning to murder me, I would have expected something like that. But this? This I did not expect. Before me, there was a path of white rose petals and candles, leading to where Lucius stood surrounded by more decorations and the breathtakin
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I knew the kiss with Lucius was lasting longer than a “fake kiss” should, but my desire to pull away from him was nonexistent. I was completely intoxicated by his lips, his touch, and the way he made me feel. Still, all good things must come to an end.“Um, excuse me, lovebirds, we’re still here,” Amanda said, her voice tinged with awkwardness.At her words, Lucius and I pulled apart, turning to face her. And not just her, but the rest of my family. I wasn’t sure who looked more upset, Andrew or Amelia. They were definitely in competition. Meanwhile, my father, ever the business enthusiast, looked more satisfied than ever. Want to see Serge Fairmount happy? Show him some money.“We know you’re here, sister. It’s just… we got caught up in the moment…” I said, turning to gaze into Lucius’s eyes, as if we were connected on a deeper level.“Completely caught up,” Lucius agreed, his hand still resting on my back, almost touching my butt. I laughed, playing the part of a perfect actress.
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As the doors closed behind them, I had to bring my glass to Lucius’s for a clink. We shared a conspiratorial smile before sipping our champagne.…We were seconds away from reaching Jenna’s apartment, the one I still hadn’t moved out of while I finalized the paperwork with the bank for my new place. In this brief moment, I had to praise Lucius’s performance. He had driven me home in his car because I’d declined to join him for dinner at Dalia. I just wanted to rest—it had been a long day.“That was perfect. You knocked it out of the park,” I praised Lucius beside me.“It must’ve been perfect to make you this happy. You’re hard to please.”“I’m not, if you know me well,” I smiled as he parked near the building. “Thanks for the ride. We’ll talk tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” he asked, confused. “Isn’t tomorrow Sunday?”I pressed my legs together, reminded that I’d left my thong at Andrew’s place. It was like having one less layer of protection against my own animal instincts. Lucius had c
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Not even my intense hatred for Andrew made me want to kill him. And I certainly didn’t want Lucius getting into trouble over that idiot. I had to put an end to this scene before anyone saw us, so I went straight to my fiancé and grabbed his arm.“Stop, Lucius! He’s drunk! He doesn’t know what he’s doing!” I pleaded.“Yeah, that’s what they say. But guys like him always know what they’re doing,” Lucius muttered as he stopped pressing down on Andrew’s neck and stepped back.Andrew, for his part, lay on the ground, coughing and spitting up blood. He struggled to his feet, swaying, and I took no pleasure in seeing his shirt stained red or his eyes lost in a haze of anger and alcohol.“You’ll pay for this. Both of you will,” he spat out as he staggered away.…Back at the apartment, I rummaged through Jenna’s closet for the first aid kit. I found the white plastic box and took it out to tend to Lucius. He was on the sofa, his jacket discarded, and a glance at his hand made me worry.
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“Aren’t you going to kiss me on the lips as a reward?” I asked, breathless from the arousal that was killing me.“Exactly…” he smiled before disappearing between my legs.I fought to hold back my voice, but I wasn’t doing a good job of it. A moan escaped me, then another, and another. From the vague memories of that one night, Lucius hadn’t gone down on me then. And I’d never let Andrew do this either, so this was my first time receiving this kind of pleasure.It was different, strange, and delicious. I loved how he used his tongue there, helping me discover this new kind of ecstasy. It felt so wet and sinful. I lost myself in this joy, which only intensified when I stopped staring at the ceiling and focused on Lucius, on his intense eyes locked on mine as he did this.At one point, my back arched, so close to reaching an orgasm. And then I did, in a divine way that made me see colors—possibly even a few stars.“That was… that was…” I gasped, breathless.Before I could catch my b
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Rush-hour metro rides were more colorful than you could imagine. At the end of the aisle, there was a singer collecting coins while hitting all the wrong notes. Behind me, a baby was crying its lungs out, and in front of me, two old men were arguing about politics.And then there was me, clutching a grab handle, dead tired, with another big nuisance to my right: Jenna giggling like a preschooler. I was the reason for her laughter.“It’s Thursday already. You’ve been mocking me for three days straight. Don’t you ever get tired?” I complained, pulling my purse higher on my shoulder.“You think this is mockery? It’s not,” she lied, gripping her handle as tightly as I was. “These are gestures of support disguised as nervousness. Which just so happens to look like laughter.”I bit my tongue at her grandiose response. She’d been like this ever since I’d filled her in about Lucius proposing to me, giving me that engagement ring, and how she’d seen us disrespecting her couch.“Save your ‘
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“Sorry, but… have we met before?” I asked, confused.He looked surprised before laughing. Dimples appeared on his cheeks.“Don’t you remember me? We took Commercial Law together at university,” he revealed.“We did?” I asked, still confused. He laughed more, looking slightly embarrassed but amused. I felt terrible. “Are you sure? Maybe you’re mistaken. I don’t remember studying in any semester with the son of a multinational company’s president.”During the negotiation, Ernest had explained that Matt was the eldest son of the company’s president. Since his father’s health had declined, Matt had been taking over the business. My impression that he was a young man wasn’t wrong. If he’d studied with me, he must be under 30 or no older than 32.“That’s because I didn’t enroll under my real name. I went incognito to start from scratch. You know how parents are—they want us to toughen up in college without using our last names to gain favors. You did the same, didn’t you? You’re Serge’s
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