“Knowing that bastard touched you really pissed me off. I have to make sure there was no trace of him on your body myself, so I'll bathe you.” Clarice chuckled. She complied as he removed all her clothes. “What about other men?” She looked at how fluidly he moved and then sat down by the tub. “What about ... you?” she asked once again as he didn't answer her previous question. With a frown, he replied, “I am mad, don't tease me.” Clarice laughed out loud. She then pulled his body into the bathtub with her. He regretted that his clothes were all wet. “Gosh, what are you doing?” “You're mad, so I have to cheer you up.” She touched his chest, then her fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “After all, didn't you say you wanted to erase that man's mark on my body?” *** Clarice Wright goes from being a successful independent woman to a seductive mistress. She knows full well that Shawn Sullivan has a fiance and is about to get married, but what else can she do? Clarice is desperate to get her hands on him. Clarice is willing to do a lot of things, anything, even things that are disgusting to her. All of this she did in order to have Shawn. To Clarice, the comments and insults of others mean nothing compared to her goal. Behind everything Clarice does, she has a huge ambition. The ambition for revenge. So, what and who is that revenge aimed at? Can Clarice achieve her goal before falling into her own trap? *** (This is the second book in the Revenge Trilogy. You can read this book right away without confusion because the characters are different. However, I would still recommend you read them in order for more fun.)
View MoreThat morning, Clarice stood in front of the large mirror in her hotel room, looking at herself thoughtfully, assessing her elegant reflection ready for the big event. The navy blue silk dress she had chosen looked just right on her, exuding a sense of grace and authoritativeness. Nervousness and excitement mixed together, bringing out the tense moments leading up to the important event. However, despite the calm look on her face, in her heart, she felt a surge of emotion that she could hardly contain.There was a soft knock on the door to her room, and from the way she knocked, she knew immediately who was behind the door.“Come in, Hunter,” Clarice said, her voice soft, but commanding.With his always alluring appearance, he wore a simple black suit that made him look even more attractive. The man stepped inside with his sturdy posture and calm stride. But when his gaze fell on Clarice who stood with her back to him, the tension in him instantly built.Clarice felt Hunter's presence
“If all my aims have been achieved, Dad, I promise that I will be willing to continue your company, as you have always wanted.”That was the promise Clarice had made a few days ago to persuade her father to give her what she wanted. Clarice stood in the dimly lit office of her father's company, the weight of her promise heavy on her shoulders. The air was thick with tension as she waited for her father's response, his gaze cold and calculating.After what felt like an eternity, her father exhaled a long breath with his face slackened, finally spoke, “Just promise me that you won't get hurt.”After her parents' divorce and after Clarice's big decision not to choose between them, the two of them have been waging a cold war, secretly fighting for Clarice to be on their side. Clarice's choice to also leave Dane after her mother left was, Clarice herself admitted, a selfish and inconsiderate move. Yet, somehow it still felt like the right decision.After the divorce, Dane's only heir was C
Clarice frowned, silently scanning his appearance; probably close to 40 years old, shaved-headed, as tall as Hunter but with a heavier build, a classic suit that concealed a communication device wired to his ear. She made a gesture beside her body, restraining Hunter who was about to act.“What does Mr. Wright seem to be doing?” she teased, tilting her head to the side."I'm afraid I can't tell you, Miss. Besides, please show me your identity," the man replied coolly, his gaze unwavering as he assessed Clarice and Hunter. His eyes held a steely glint that made it clear he was not one to be trifled with.Clarice couldn't help but chuckle, but before she could retort, a familiar shadow eclipsed the new guard. "Miss Wright doesn't need to show anything," his voice was calm, yet carried an edge that brokered no argument. His presence instantly made the new bodyguard shrink, his stature demanding respect yet softened by years of shared history.The new bodyguard stepped aside, an unspoken
Upon their arrival in Los Angeles, Clarice was greeted by the warm California sun. The sprawling cityscape stretched out before her, a bustling metropolis that seemed worlds away from the cobblestone streets of Barcelona. She exited the airport and made her way to a sleek black SUV waiting for her.Clarice breathed in the salty sea air as a man in a black shirt loaded their luggage into the trunk. Her jaw clenched with determination, her eyes scanning their surroundings with a sharpness that made her heart race."Are you ready for this?" Hunter asked. He walked over to Clarice after getting the car keys from the man in the black shirt.She nodded, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. “I didn't know that I was missing my hometown.”Hunter gave a smile before opening the passenger door, signaling Clarice to get in the car and head to their next destination.This was it, the beginning of her mission in this new city, a mission fueled by a desire for revenge and justice.
"Miss Wright, what is the reason you prefer to expand our company to California instead of Nebraska? In fact, Nebraska has a famous club, The Veren Club," asked Mr. Moya, the chairman of the board. His face was stoic, lacking any discernible emotions. Mr. Moya looks like his office tastes: old and antique. He spoke softly, his voice deep and full of command.Clarice smiled at the old man. She was dressed in a tight black business suit. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands of hair was on her cheeks. "We would love to start a branch company in Nebraska, but as you all know, The Veren Club is a bit more difficult to be successful." She paused and continued, "But in California, we can make it very easy for young people who want to play golf."Clarice gave the board an image of young people who could play golf in California, a major demographic group who are not really interested in golf. She continued, "Let's imagine a scene where we have a major high-end golf shop. We can attract
A man behind the bar greeted Clarice with a big smile. "Bad day?" he guessed as Clarice sat down on one of the high stools."Not really," Clarice replied calmly, lying slightly. She took a quick look at the dozens of alcoholic beverages that lined the shelves behind the man's back. "Give me a Charro Atõmico. I'll go inside." One smooth movement and the woman was out of the chair."Just one?" the man asked, preventing Clarice from moving. Clarice asked with a look, which the man returned with a glance toward the entrance.Clarice let out a weak breath. Without even turning around, she knew what the bartender was trying to show her. "Come in, Hunter."The sound of footsteps began, then stopped when Clarice turned her head. The man had added a brown coat to the suit he had been wearing since morning. "Excuse me, Señorita."Clarice turned to the bartender. "Two." Then to Hunter again. "Come on. I could use your opinion."The woman walked further inside, opened the polished wooden door and
"Hunter, come in."Just two seconds after Clarice gave the order over the phone on her desk, the door to her room opened. From it emerged a 188-centimeter-tall man carrying a tablet."Yes, Señorita." The turquoise-eyed man stood at full height in front of his boss's desk."The expansion project to the USA ... where were the location options discussed during the meeting?""New York, Nebraska, and California. Some of those present at the meeting mostly recommended Nebraska because of The Fraiye Club. "California?" She seemed interested in the word, not the argument in the assistant's last sentence. A small smile appeared on her face. "Where exactly?""LA, Señorita."Clarice's small smile turned into a wide grin. "Take that.""Los Angeles?" Hunter asked for confirmation. "But, the property taxes in the city where we'll be are quite high.""How much?""1.92 percent."Clarice wiggled the pen between her middle and index fingers. The movement then stopped. She grasped the silver pen and p
Sixty-seven days before the wedding"Such an asshole!"A woman crumpled a piece of paper in her hand. Her knuckles turned white from the tightness of her fist. She stared intently at the other papers lined up on the desk."How on earth can all this not be revealed?" "He's very wealthy." A man replied in a black suit who stood towering over her. They were separated by a desk. "And quite powerful.""Motherfucker!" cursed the woman again as she pounded on the table. "Money, huh? Let's see how much money he has.""A lot, Señorita," he said. He was trying to warn his boss not to underestimate the wealth and power of the man who from now on was her mortal enemy. The woman named Clarice Wright growled in annoyance. Her gray eyes glared at the assistant. "Are you trying to say that my money is outnumbered by his?""He's one of LS Group's main heirs," he replied, implicitly acknowledging Clarice's question about being outnumbered."LS Group?" Clarice thought for a moment, Hunter nodded. "LS.
"But was he yours if he wanted me so bad?" ~Melanie Martinez***Gasps of admiration and small cheers went up in the air when the bride finally made her appearance. She walked alone, following two girls who sprinkled flowers along the carpet that led her to the altar. Her smile was not very wide, but it was light and cheerful. Some of her hair and veil fluttered gently in the refreshing sea breeze.The wedding dress was pure white with an off-shoulder type neckline, showing off an elegant diamond necklace of the same color that cost more than her three months' income. Her upper arms were clad in puff sleeves, while her right wrist was encircled with a simple piece of jewelry that looked even more extraordinary. Her preferred bodice was a V waistline bassque that fell just below the bust line. A great choice for creating the illusion of a beautifully curved figure. Then, at the bottom, the organza skirt swept the floor in such a beautiful way.The groom waited faithfully in front of th
"But was he yours if he wanted me so bad?" ~Melanie Martinez***Gasps of admiration and small cheers went up in the air when the bride finally made her appearance. She walked alone, following two girls who sprinkled flowers along the carpet that led her to the altar. Her smile was not very wide, but it was light and cheerful. Some of her hair and veil fluttered gently in the refreshing sea breeze.The wedding dress was pure white with an off-shoulder type neckline, showing off an elegant diamond necklace of the same color that cost more than her three months' income. Her upper arms were clad in puff sleeves, while her right wrist was encircled with a simple piece of jewelry that looked even more extraordinary. Her preferred bodice was a V waistline bassque that fell just below the bust line. A great choice for creating the illusion of a beautifully curved figure. Then, at the bottom, the organza skirt swept the floor in such a beautiful way.The groom waited faithfully in front of th
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