Sweet As My Revenge

de it difficult for her to find the right words, her throat tightening with anticipation. Frustrated yet determined, she leaned i

ough her veins, but she remained composed, her mind racing to find a solution. Gently, she shifted his body, careful not to cause any further harm, and placed him

mething that started so perfectly end so disastrously? She knew she had to act quickly. Theft, she coul

re only herself to consider, she would have made the call without hesitation. But there was Carl, and

couldn't risk trying to make him drink it, fearing he might choke. As she held the bottle near his nose, there was no response. Fear

watch, time slipp

th concern for him. She would go, and when she was safely away she would ring up. If there was no answer, her heart would sink, and she'd call an ambulance. That mean

se. On impulse, she plucked the rose from her waist and tossed it over to land beside the brandy glass, hoping he would understand the tacit message of her love and regret. As she fled the silent house, Jessica cursed unruly fate. Now there was a witness, there would be an inves

ck in New Zealand. Matthew Grieve might have perfected the art of revenge, but he wasn't omniscient. If he didn't know who she was, he couldn't touch her. She hadn't bothered to put her concealing clothing back on. This time she left by

hone as soon as possible. But her first loyalty was still to Carl. First, she must put him out of his misery, and then find a way to ma

ouldn't believe what she had just done – a daring robbery with violence. It was a stark contrast to her usual image as a respectable businesswoman, known for her honesty, hard work, and reliability. A sigh es

ts. Each hidden bend in the road seemed to hold the promise of flashing police lights, ready to expose her mi

tery of self-defense techniques. This was her first real-life application of those skills, and the guilt weighed heavily on her conscience. She couldn't

t against her very nature to sit idly by, accepting a cruel twist of fate. No, she had taken control, seizing the opportunity to infiltrate that safe and escape unnoticed. It was the essence o

ious act mingled with the weight of her actions, creating a bittersweet symphony within her soul. She longed for safety, for the comfort of her h

vigate this treacherous path, facing the consequences of her choices, and find a way to redeem herself. As the moonlit night envelope