WILLOWI am lying on our king-size bed, in our fucking room, that was once our love nest. My mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge. It was a delicate dance, a game of strategy that I had to play with precision. But I have lots of questions for myself.How could I exact my revenge without involving my family?I knew that my loved ones were not aware of the dark secrets that surrounded me. They saw my marriage life as a happy one, without problems, they saw Lucas as a perfect husband for me. Shielding them from the burden of truth would safeguard their well-being and avert impending peril. Consequently, this battle necessitated my solitary engagement.Determined, I resolved that acquiring the requisite resources constituted the initial stride in this endeavor. Revenge required wealth and power, the tools to dismantle my enemies from within. But I was not born into privilege, and my current circumstances were far from luxurious. I needed a plan, a way to amass the means to fund my m
WILLOW The next morning. I received an email from the cosmetic clinic. I read the email confirming my appointment with the cosmetic surgeon for assessment today, at 1 p.m. A mix of nerves and determination surged through me. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the opportunity to transform myself and escape the clutches of my past life. I stared at the empty space beside me, where Lucas should have been. The betrayal still stung, knowing that he had spent the night with his mistress instead of coming home to me. But I refused to let his actions break me any further. I was done shedding tears for a man who had shown me nothing but lies and deceit. "Save your tears, Willow. There's no point in wasting them on a cheap, lying husband." With a bitter laugh, I whispered to myself, It was a painful realization, but it fueled my determination to seek revenge and reclaim my life. Time was of the essence. I needed to make sure my plan was foolproof, that no one would suspect the true
WILLOWAs I settled into the chair within the consultation room, I consciously suppressed the stirring of desire that welled within me, drawing my attention away from the captivating presence of Dr. Sebastian Wolfe. This consultation held significant importance in my journey, demanding my unwavering concentration on the objective before me – the alteration of my appearance.“Mrs. Davis, please have a seat.” He guided me with his hand. “May I know what your goal is for this consultation? I’m all ears,” Dr. Wolfe, with his calm demeanor and his voice carried a soothing quality, making it difficult to ignore the magnetic pull he seemed to have on me. But I reminded myself that my purpose here was not to be swept away by his charm; it was to seek the transformation I desired."Doctor Wolfe," I started, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me, "I want to change my face entirely. I am not satisfied with my current appearance, and I am seeking a full-face makeover."Dr. Wolfe's eyes
WILLOWThe next day.I woke up in my hotel suite, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. This was it—the beginning of my journey towards revenge. Away from the prying eyes of my family and the bully Davis clan, I found solace in this temporary sanctuary.As I stretched and glanced around the room, a sense of liberation washed over me. No longer confined to the suffocating walls of my marital home, I was free to pursue my agenda without interference or judgment. Lucas, the man who had betrayed me in the cruelest ways, was absent once again. He would not care if I returned home or not, as his attention was undoubtedly consumed by his mistress.My decision to keep my family out of the loop was deliberate. Tessa, my caring yet inquisitive mother, would surely pester me with endless questions about the state of my marriage. Mark and Michael, my protective brothers, would also grow suspicious and demand answers. I wanted to shield them from the truth, to spare them the bur
WILLOW I am laying on the surgery table, my heart racing with both excitement and nervousness. Doctor Wolfe's words reassured me, and I knew I was in capable hands. The anesthesia took effect, numbing my senses and allowing him to work his magic. In the sterile environment of the operating room, the soft sound of medical instruments filled the air as Doctor Wolfe began the rib rhinoplasty and upper blepharoplasty. I trusted him implicitly, knowing that he was the key to my transformation and my ultimate revenge. "Mrs. Davis, are you not hurt? Are you fine?" Doctor Wolfe's voice broke through the surgical silence, showing his concern even in the midst of his focused work. "I'm fine, Doctor Wolfe. Thank you," I replied, my voice steady despite the anticipation coursing through my veins. He continued with utmost precision, shaping my nose and eyes to reflect the innocent and elegant beauty I desired. With each meticulous movement, I felt the weight of my past slipping away, replaced
WILLOW Two years after Time has flown like a whispering zephyr, and now, as I peer into the looking glass, I can't help but be amazed at the transformation that happened to me. The image gazing back at me is solid proof of the courage and determination that have guided me through my surgery journey. The visage that now meets my gaze exudes elegance and composure. Gone are the marks of pain and despair, replaced by a delicate and elegant visage. The once-shattered confidence now emanates from my jawline, embodying the strength that lies within me. The rib rhinoplasty and upper blepharoplasty have given me the almond-shaped eyes I had always dreamed of, and the forehead reduction has softened my features, making me look younger and more refined. I gently stroke my sun-kissed hair, a striking deviation from the once-dark hair I possessed. Altering the color of my hair has undoubtedly been one of the wisest choices, contributing to the captivating allure of my revised identity. The con
WILLOWI awoke to the gentle rays of the morning sun streaming through my curtains, bathing my new room in a warm glow. The melodious chirping of birds outside created a tranquil atmosphere, unlike any I had experienced before. This morning felt different—no longer clouded by fear, pain, and uncertainty. Instead, I sensed a newfound liberation, akin to a butterfly finally breaking free from its cocoon.Stepping into the shower, the water cascaded over my transformed body, which I now embraced with newfound appreciation. Gone were the haunting thoughts of inadequacy and despair that once plagued my mind. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I marveled at the carefully chosen appearance that now exuded elegance and grace—a striking contrast to the tormented woman I once was. My golden blonde hair flowed like a shimmering waterfall down my shoulders, and my eyes, enhanced by cosmetic improvements, sparkled with a newfound sense of determination.This new version of Willow Davis felt s
WILLOWThe next day, I stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my wet hair, pondering the question Sebastian had planted in my mind. What name should I choose? It was a crucial decision—one that would define my new identity and separate me from the painful past I had left behind.As I got dressed, I ran through different names in my head, trying to find the perfect fit. I wanted a name that embodied strength, resilience, and the determination to overcome the darkness that had once consumed me. It needed to be something that would resonate with the new woman I had become."Willow Davis," I whispered to myself, testing the sound of my old name. It felt like a distant memory, a name that belonged to a person I no longer recognized. I needed something that represented the strength and resilience I had gained over the past two years."Alexis," I murmured, trying the name on for size. It felt a bit too bold for my taste. I wanted something more understated, elegant yet powerful.
So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury."Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe.Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, impressed by Lucas's display of wealth and power. As they drove towards her place, Lucas couldn't help but try to impress her even more."So, Sarah, tell me about your family. What do they do in life?" Lucas asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his own deception.Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "My parents are in marketing, and many more," she replied finally. "They are constantly moving from town to another town because of business.”Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look absolutely stunning in that emerald dress. I’m not gonna lie, when I tell you that,”Sarah smiled politely, but there was a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Thank you," she replied. "And let me just say, you have the most captivating smile I've ever seen." He said, extending his hands.Sarah chuckled softly. "You certainly know how to lay on the charm, don't you?"Lucas grinned, feeling emboldened by her response. "I like to think I have a way with words. So, what brings a beautiful woman like you to a place like this?"He couldn't resist the urge to show off. He casually mentioned his successful businesses, subtly hinting at his wealth and success. "I own a few businesses myself," he said casually. "Nothing too fancy, just a few million-dollar ventures here and there."Sarah raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "That's quite impressive. It must keep you busy?”He shrugged nonchalantly. "It does, but I always mak
The luxury high-end bar was highly recommendable in the town, with its glittering chandeliers, plush velvet couches, and marble-topped tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a sophisticated ambiance. The place was bustling with well-dressed patrons, sipping on expensive cocktails and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere.And inside of the place, Lucas Davis sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, a smirk on his face. Despite being engaged, he was determined to enjoy his night out and relish in the attention of others. He was known as the "life of the party,". He took a sip of his drink, Lucas's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene around him. He saw his "friends," the sons of wealthy businessmen, approaching him with smiles on their faces."Lucas! You're here too! What the hell, man!" one of them exclaimed, clapping him on the back."Of course, I'm here. I'm everywhere," He replied with a cocky grin, reveling in the attention."But I heard you were very busy
Lucas Davis was seething with anger. His face was red, and his hands trembled with frustration as he paced back and forth in his office. Harper watched him with a smirk, enjoying his display of rage."I can't believe that old man, mom! Imagine that? He wasted my time! My time is too precious just to be wasted! How dare he decline us? They're the ones who set up an appointment with us! They're the ones who need us!" He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.His mother chuckled wickedly. "Yes, the nerve of him! I can't believe William declined us. Well, he hasn't declined yet, he told us he'll think twice.""The nerve of him! Doesn't that old guy know who we are? We're billionaires! Everyone wants to get a partnership with me!" Lucas roared, his fists clenched in fury.Harper stood up, her eyes flashing with malice. "Hey, calm down, Lucas. We need to be strategic about this. You can't let our emotions control you!”Lucas glared at her. "I am calm, Mom! I just can't stand it when some
Finally, after like the end of the world, William and his wife got back home. The heavy feeling of the day seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders. He sank onto the sofa, feeling drained and stressed from the encounter with Lucas Davis and his mother.“Ahh! So tired!” He complained while massaging his neck.His wife watched him closely, her expression unreadable. "So, have you decided, William?" she asked, her voice tense.He rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I can't decide yet, Cindy. We just got home, please, not now." he replied, his tone weary.Cindy's face tightened at his response. She, too, was exhausted, but she knew they needed to make a decision soon. "I'm exhausted too! It's Not just you! But you need to decide soon. If you manage to sign the deal with Lucas Davis, then your mother will let you support your long-lost children," she reminded him, pretending to care for his children."I know that, Cindy!" William snapped, his patience wearing thin. "But
He can't help but chuckle bitterly. Now, he finally understood. His mother and Harper Davis have the same evil personality.They would do everything just for their gain. They're just both evil."You hate Harper, but you aren't aware that you're just the same as her, mom.”"How dare you compare me to that woman?!" she seethed, her voice sharp with indignation. "I would never stoop to her level!"His own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You're both willing to manipulate and use anyone, even your own family, to get what you want. How is that any different? You may not see it, but your actions speak otherwise. Using my children as pawns in your games is just as ruthless as anything Harper Davis would do!”His mother's eyes flashed with fury. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you and your children! How can you accuse me of such things? Why can’t you understand me, huh? Are we going to fight forever, William?”"Because it's true, mom! You blackmailed me, you used my children as le
They left the meeting room and went inside the elevator. After the doors closed, the tension among them was palpable. His mother's face was flushed with anger, and his wife's expression was a mix of frustration and disappointment."William, this is madness! How could you let this opportunity slip away? We could have had a deal with the Davis family!" his mother berated him, her voice echoing in the confined space.His wife chimed in, her tone sharp with accusation. "Yeah, I can't believe you! You had the chance to secure a partnership with one of the most influential families in the business world, and you just let it go!"He tried to defend his decision. "I couldn't agree to the deal without knowing all the details. I need to be sure it's the right move for our company."His mother scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Details? What details? Lucas Davis offered us a golden opportunity, and you threw it away because of your stubbornness!""You never listen to anyone, do you?" Cindy looks ver
Lucas Davis entered the room with a casual swagger, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. He was well aware of the tension in the air, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest."Ohh, we have guests today! Mr. Reign, my apologies for the delay. Business calls, you know how it is," Lucas said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if being late was a minor inconvenience.William felt a surge of irritation. "I understand that, Mr. Davis. However, being punctual is a sign of respect. It shows that you value the other person's time," he replied, his tone firm.Lucas chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Respect, Mr. Reign? In the world of business, respect is earned, not given. And I'm sure you'll agree, I've earned my fair share."He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. He could feel his wife’s hand on his arm, a silent reminder to stay calm."I'm here to discuss a potential partnership between our companies, Mr. Davis. However, I must insist on professi
He can feel the tension in the room was palpable. Cindy and his mother were fidgeting in their seats, exchanging excited whispers, while he sat back, trying to remain composed."Why are you both so excited?" He asked again, his tone more insistent this time.His wife gave him an exasperated look. "Dear, are you stupid or what? Don't you understand? This meeting could change everything for us. The Davis family is a huge opportunity for our business," she explained, her eyes shining with anticipation."But what if it's not what we expect? What if it's a trap?" He countered, his skepticism evident.His mother chimed in, her voice stern. "William, stop being so negative. I’m sick and tired of you, son! We have to be optimistic about this. Besides, Lucas Davis is a brilliant businessman. We could learn a lot from him!”He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this argument. He leaned back in his chair, resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with the meeting, whether he liked it or