I looked at his eyes and put up a strong face. His eyes bore into mine as much as mine into his. It was like he could read my mind and reach out to my soul just by looking into my eyes. I tried to read his thoughts, too, but it felt like he had blocked me out this time. Nothing seemed clear to me anymore. Tears were burning behind my eyes and threatening to pour out. I forced myself to hold them back and asked him, "Just revenge?" Without a ting of emotion on his face, he said, "Just Revenge." ********************************************* Amelia Lawson had a perfect life. In the eyes of the world, Amelia, or Amy as most would call her, had everything you ever wanted. A successful career, rich background, a loving brother, and a handsome boyfriend turned husband. But, it all crashes down when on the wedding night the love of her life, Aaron Kingston, laughs on her face revealing to her that the whole thing right from dating to marriage was just a big sham and for a fact he actually hates her to no bounds. Now, blackmailed by her husband, Amelia has no choice but to pretend in front of his family and the world that they are a happy couple until he gets what he wants, even if it is her life that is at stake. With Amy's heart already in her husband's hands, her husband hell bent on making her life a living hell and her not knowing what has she possibly done in the twenty five years of her existence to make him hate her so much, what is much left for her to do but comply? But no, "Take no shit from anyone." is a rule made for Amy. Aaron Kingston may have been the love of her life, but he is no exception to this rule. ******************************************** Warning: Mentions of sensitive stuff. Please refrain if you feel you can't handle it. It includes morally gray characters. Note: This is a standalone book but a part of a series. Can be read in any order. #1 in heartbreak on 05/28/2022 #1 in planned on 06/03/2022 #2 in betrayal on 06/04/2022

"Θα συμετειχεις ρε μαλακα;" Ακουσα την φωνη του Χρηστου απο διπλα μου. Πηρα μια τζουρα απο το τσιγαρο μου και τον κοιταξα. "Και για εξηγησε μου λιγο ξανα τι θα παιξει;" "Την βλεπεις εκεινη τη γκομενα εκει απεναντι; ωραια κοπελα αλλα δυσκολη. Ακουσα εχει πληγωθει ασχημα απο εναν φλωρο και γιαυτο ειναι ετσι" "Μπες στο παρασυνθημα" τον διεκοψα. "Καλα. Οποιος απο μας καταφερει να την ριξει θα περασει πολλα χρονια ευτυχιας. Λοιπον;" Καθησα και το σκεφτηκα για λιγο. Δεν θελω να παιζω με αισθηματα των αλλων, αλλα αυτο εκανα παντα. "Μεσα" ειπε αποφασιστικα. "Σου ειπα πως ειναι δυσκολη" Γελασα ελαφρως. "Αγορι μου, καποιοι ειμαστε γεννημενοι για τα δύσκολα "