All Chapters of Revenge in Red: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"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

"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

"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

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

That 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