Rising From The Ashes: Her Sweet Revenge

m Joey's lips. It was a practiced, theat

ng, crimson-painted fingernail tracing a slow, audacious path up his chest to gently ti

show she knew exactly who he was. "Using a line that tired to pick

but he didn't pull away. Instead of revulsion, his expre

r, her warm breath a deliberate caress against his skin. "Or," she whispered, her ton

s, a woman who saw him as a prize to be won. The persona was so

old annoyance. He was right. She was just another one of

k of indifference. "My mistake," he

hat are y

k cut through the

xury brands, stormed towards them. She had been waiting

g far too close to her man. She recognized her instantly. It

d new jealousy ex

lunged at Joey. "First you have your brats try to se

her palm aimed squa

tively to intervene,

years of brutal, relentless self-defense train

ony's wrist mid-swing. Her grip was like s

sk on Joey's face vanishe

she twisted Harmony's wrist and shoved her aw

hat stunned the onlooker

AC

ecting with Harmony's chee

er voice dangerously calm,

her eyes wide with disbelief. The entire

ntaneous transformation. The raw, controlled vi

dn't give anyone time to process

nd Julian's neck, rose onto her toes

aiming act, fueled by five years of pent-up rage and a calculated desire

All he could register was the surprising softness of her lips, the t

gled, animalistic scream

ck, her eyes locking with Julian's stunned gaze. She slowly dra

m a slow, w

a hysterical Harmony, a triumphant, c

e to hear. "Some men, no matter how tightly you hold t

r suitcase, and walked away. She didn't look back, leaving a