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This is not a love story it's a Revenge Saga
A journey of Revenge And betrayal.
Ruhani:- A name that signifies purity and love. She embodies innocence in a world often perceived as cruel.
Aryansh:- Named after th...
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Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains physical violence
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“So, you're really going to meet him?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
“Yes,” I replied calmly, carefully applying eyeliner to accentuate my already striking eyes.
“Wow, you're such a lucky bitch…" she muttered, her tone tinged with annoyance. I could practically taste the jealousy in her words. Was she envious just because the most handsome man in the country—who also happens to be the billionaire's son—wants to meet me? Of course, she is. If he wants to meet me, it means he wants to fuck me. And that, well, is perfectly fine with me.
“Thank you, my little cûnt,” I said, blowing her a kiss with a smile. As I slowly curled my hair around my finger, I added, “You know, Emily, men are just toys for us to play with. They need our bodies to satisfy their endless cravings, and in return, all I want is their money. What’s wrong with that?”
It’s true. Men can never keep their dick under their pants or in control, even when they have wives, girlfriends, and even mistresses. But still, they always want something new—a fresh woman, a different body to explore.
“And what about your virginity? Huh… If everything is about money, then what about love?” she suddenly asked, her voice shaking as if she didn’t want to hear the answer.
Love? Seriously? I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the stupidity of the question.
“Well, Emily,” I began, turning to look at her through the mirror. “Did you know that your so-called boyfriend—oh, wait, I mean ex-boyfriend…” I paused, letting the words sink in as I gave her a wicked smirk.
I watched as her face dropped, the mention of him clearly striking a nerve. “Yeah, he wasn’t exactly thinking about love when he was sneaking around behind your back, and fûcking one of our girl, was he?” I added, twisting the knife just a little deeper.
“Yeah, so?” she snapped, trying to sound tough, but I could see the worry in her eyes.
“So, my dear partner,” I began, calmly applying my favorite lipstick, making sure every stroke was perfect. “Your ex-boyfriend hooked up with one of our girls a few weeks ago. And you, my sweet Emily, you slept with that biker racer just last month, didn’t you?”
I watched as her face went pale, the truth hitting her like a slap. She couldn’t find the words. Of course, she couldn’t. I took a moment to admire my reflection, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. “Now, what was your question? Something about love and virginity? Funny, I just can’t seem to remember,” I said with a fake innocent tone.
“Malishka, you really are a bitch,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“A bitch?” I replied, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, Emily, I’m way more than that. You should at least give me the respect I deserve. Praise me properly.” i smirk.
