REVENGE'S UNPLANNED LOVE

andscaping and artistic water features. The building has state-of-the

s, where each unit has an open-concept layout and floor-to

iture and tasteful décor, creatin

ed with top-of-the-line appliances, c

carpeting, expansive closets, and en-suite bathro

th cutting-edge equipment, a sparkling rooftop pool with cabanas and lounge areas, a spa and

, each with a glass of untouched drink. The atmosphere is tense, with

that you desire? A refined gentleman with a

rm that transcends age, with golden-brown hair neatly cropped and a well-maintained beard framing his chiseled jawlin

omeness, a testament to years of dedication evident in the strengt

t attractive; he em

Liezel, my half-sister. She's been that way all my life. But Max... he blindsided me. He played me for a fool, and I refuse to let him escape it.

that threatens to spill over. He observes the subtle shift in her demeanor, noting the tension that tightens her jaw and the faint quive

I have to. I will skin him alive! Hell, I will make him regret everything," she asserts, her voice tin

at propels her forward in her quest for retribution. With each sway of her ha

uckle, his demeanor gentle yet firm. "We must tread carefully. Acting out of anger may not serve justice in the end. Let's devise a plan that ensures he face

did get carried away, didn't I?" she admits with a chuckle, her demeanor lightening as she regains her comp

se carries a subtle undertone, his gaze holding he

sitant sound. In that brief pause, she regains her composure, a sub

ramblings, Uncle Sean," Ismarie says, her voice t

upport. "Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. And if you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always

ie expresses sincerely, her word

though you're no longer marrying my niece?" Sea

k. "Well, I can call you Mr. Sean. How does tha

with a playful glint in his eyes. "How about just Sean?" he suggests, h

is. With a sultry gaze, she meets his eyes and nods in agreement. "Just Sean. Mm, it

yes sparkle with amusement before speaking, "Let's go back to the plan before we forget our mai

ed pronoun. "We?" she asks, seeking clarification

all the fun?" Sean replies with a playf

uard, but a flicker of amusement crosses her fe

Ismarie responds, a hint of intrigue in her voice as s

tarily diverted to his phone as he speaks under his breath. Ismarie's gaze lingers

would marry you today and have your baby by tomorrow."

r, six feet under the ground." Ismarie's resolve shines thr

mazement, impressed by he

her cheek if someone hits me. I don't act like a b

or a week. Sometimes even two weeks, it depends on how hard I

ing profoundly and saying, "Then let's do it." His serious

Do what now?" she asks, her conf

s straightforward response

r jest has taken an unexpected turn. She wonders why