Allison realizes her whole life has been a lie when she caught her husband cheating with her half-sister. What's worse, she dies a tragic death at the hands of her half-sister and husband. Given a second chance, Allison vows not to repeat past mistakes and rewrite her fate. But what comes first? Revenge. She would exact vengeance on her cheating husband and half-sister. Allison vows not to get involved with any man again but she keeps coming across a handsome man who messes with her head. Will she give love a second chance? What if he hurts her too?
View MoreEveryone's attention shifted to the man who had just come in, their eyes widening in shock. He gave off an inexplicable aura in his well-tailored black suit. His dark hair crowned his strikingly handsome face. His eyes, sharp and intense, under his sunglasses, were fixed on Bella. And it felt as though he could see through all of her malicious schemes. He strode towards the woman who was just about to announce Allison’s disqualification. Without saying a word, his fingers slowly brushed the edge of his sunglasses. And with a single smooth motion, he slid them off. A collective gasp filled the air, as the crowd roared.“Is that Logan?” “Why is he here?” “Did she truly get a recommendation from Camila?”“Logan, are you here to represent Camila?” Logan smiled and waved at the crowd and they all became calm and silent.“If you have a problem with her recommendation from Camila, you can talk to me.” He uttered calmly and the woman fell short of words. Allison raised an eyebrow and gl
Brian raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on his features. He fell short of words, running his fingers through his short black hair. For a moment, he thought he was mistaken. “Sorry, does Miss Allison live here?” He managed to ask, trying to sound as confident as possible. Gloria shot him a deadly stare, “what business do you have with her?” She snapped at him. “This.” He said, tugging his hand into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, “I need to deliver this to her.” He stretched out an envelope to her, but Gloria didn't take it. Instead, she furrowed her brows and tilted her head up, trying to make sense of him.Before she could say anything else, Allison walked up behind her. “What's taking you so long?” She asked, and her gaze met that of Brian before she got a reply. “Brian!” She called out. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes darted from Brian to Gloria and then back to Brian. “He said…” Gloria said but was quickly interrupted by Brian. “Miss Allison, I was asked to deliver
At night, Allison received a call from one of the organizers of the competition. “Allison Stuart right?” The organizer asked. “Yes ma'am.” She replied, her heartbeat raced expecting what was to come. “Miss Allison, we are very sorry, although you did so well at the audition today. But it was noticed that you do not have much experience in design. You do not meet the requirements of the competition.” Allison had expected something like this but still felt a bit sad. “Didn't the competition requirements say that anyone who has a great passion for design can participate?” Her lips inquired, she knew nothing about experience was initially part of the requirements. “Well, that's true. The requirements were changed today after the audition. I believe you've not checked yet.” The caller muttered. “What if I can provide proof of my experience in designing?” “Good for you then. But you will also need a recommendation from an influential person or a well-known design company to back up
“Stay focused.” One of the judges said to Allison and she sighed deeply to calm her nerves. “For your audition challenge,” the head of judges announces, “you will have one hour to sketch a quick design inspired by a theme that will be revealed now.” She stated. A massive digital screen lit up the design studio, and revealed the theme - “Rebirth Through Fashion.” Upon seeing the theme on the screen, her eyes lit up with understanding, she knew she had a unique perspective to offer. She felt a surge of emotions, her past struggles and the pain she overcame all flashed before her. She took a deep breath, calming herself, this was her chance to express her transformation through her work. She knew what rebirth meant, she had lived it. She had experienced death and survived. She began sketching quickly with both passion and precision. Her experience of personal transformation motivated her creativity, allowing her to pour genuine emotions into her sketch. Her hands moved with purpose,
Lee’s Mansion. “You just got back and the first thing you did was to get involved with a random woman? Have you forgotten you are engaged to the first daughter of the Millers'?” Mr. Lee growled at his grandson, Tristan. Abruptly, his left hand flew to his chest as he winced in pain, and the other hand curled tightly around the handle of his swivel chair for support. Tristan darted towards him, his hands gently lowered him into the chair. “You are not in good health, do you have to raise your voice when speaking?” “I will stop raising my voice when you listen to your grandfather.” Mr. Lee said. He had brought up Tristan since he was twelve after the tragic death of his parents. Tristan had always believed that his parents’ death was not natural but caused by his uncle, Raymond. Only that his grandfather was trying to cover it up for some reasons that he couldn't fathom. One of the reasons why he decided to take his father's name as his last name. “I've always done everything you
The voice felt so familiar to Allison. She recognizes the voice that has a lot of effects on her. She looked back over her shoulders, and her gaze met the man approaching her, her heart skipped a beat. It was the man from the previous night. This man was doing things to her, things she couldn't even explain. His hazel-green eyes were as deep as the abyss, laced with a killing intent.How could he be here? Was it a coincidence, or was she being stalked by him? She hated the idea of being stalked or followed by anyone. “You've been caught trying to hit the same woman twice in less than twenty-four hours. What wrong has she committed against you?” Tristan asked, his voice firm and unwavering, as his gaze darted from Allison to Charles. “You have no right to question my actions. Who do you think you are to always meddle in my business?” Charles yelled, his voice dripping with disdain. Tristan smirked, “I'm someone you don't even wanna mess with.” “I have no business with you anyway,”
Allison suddenly laughed. “Are you saying I should be a stepping stone for their relationship?” She asked, her voice laced with disdain. “Allison! You know this isn't only for your sister, it's also for you.” Emily said in a low voice. “I won't do it.” She thundered, her disdain palpable. “I won't be a shield for your daughter ANYMORE.” She yelled, her face gloomy and her eyes freezing cold.In the past, her mother had made her sacrifice a lot for Bella. She didn't feel it was wrong because she was the older one, and according to Emily, the elders have to sacrifice a lot for their younger ones. She thought doing as her mother wished would make Emily treat her well. Despite giving up a lot of things for Bella, her mother's indifference and hostility towards her never changed. What was the point in fulfilling her wishes if she only sees her as a pawn for Bella's happiness? Now that she's aware of her mother and sister's intentions, she would not do any of the things she ever did in t
Tristan Williams squinted as the sharp morning rays of light pierced through the large windows, hitting his face and forcing his eyes to narrow against the brightness. He shifted in the large king-sized bed, his head throbbing at his temples, as he tried to piece together everything from the previous night. “You are finally awake.” Brian, his assistant, murmured, as his feet gently approached him. Brian furrowed his brows, his voice dropping with frustration. “I was worried to death. If you hadn't received help from that woman, who knows what would have happened?...” he clasped his hand over his mouth at the realization that he had revealed too much. “Who's she?” Tristan's cold voice asked. “Huh?” Brian's eyes widened. He shouldn't have talked about her. “You know how much I hate repeating myself.” He scowled. “I found out that Scarlett spiked your drink last night, hoping that she could spend the night with you. And your grandfather was part of the scheme, that was why
“He's a savior, compared to a devil like you,” Allison answered.“Is this why you filed for divorce? To be with him?” Charles inquired.“Oh yes… he's too hot to resist. And I have to divorce you to be with him.” Allison giggled.“Allison, I know you are doing this intentionally to hurt my ego. I'm sure you don't even know him. Let's just settle this amicably.” Charles said, softly. “Why is it so hard to believe that I'm in love with him?”Allison rolled her eyes up and her gaze met that of the hot guy who seemed a bit drunk. Holy shit! Why is he so hot and tempting? She bit her lower lips and cursed under her breath. She hoped he would forgive her for what she was about to do. She stepped closer to him, tilted her head slightly upward, and stood on her toes to meet his lips easily. The moment her lips met his, a fire ignited inside her. As if the man knew what she was trying to do, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back passionately. The kiss was sudden, scorching
Allison's grip tightened on the doorframe as she clutched it for support. Her heart sank as she saw a woman on top of her husband on their matrimonial bed. She broke down in a cold sweat. “Babe! Why don't you just divorce her now? I mean you already have what you need from her.” She heard the familiar voice. It was Bella, her half-sister, whom she loved and cherished. Allison couldn't move or make any sound, tears gushed down her cheeks, her chest tightened and her legs went weak. Everything seemed like she was dreaming. She pinched herself to see if she was gonna feel any pain. It was real. Everything that was happening was real. The man she had loved since childhood and even married for three years was on her matrimonial bed with the sister she had sacrificed almost all her life for. “I need more time babe. I still need her to secure more investments for the company before divorcing her.” Charles Reynolds protested. “You sure? It's not like you falling in love with her a...
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