Sweet Revenge

Chapter 13

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Sunday mornings were always the best. However the brain falls into depression when it realizes that the next day is Monday.

Monday. A six lettered word. Two syllables. A fairly simple word that makes you want to rip out your hair and punch the nearest person in the face.

The day were you start the horrid cycle all over again. The unbearable wait for the weekend to come around- amazing how this cycle goes on for the rest of your life.

Whether that Monday means; school, work, duties or your everyday life of a fake identity amongst the wealthiest people, slowly planning revenge for the people who killed your parents.

No? Just me? Fair enough.

However, this particular Sunday I was glowing. I was glowing from amusement.

I sat outside on the balcony that was connected to my room. I wore my night gown made from silk and my white robe wrapped around my body. My dark hair was down in loose waves that bristled from the soft breeze.

I sat leaning back on the chair with coffee in hand. Instead of putting my feet up on the coffee table in front of me and admiring the view- I read the paper instead.

Boring? Well listen to this.

'Williams fatal beating from businessmen Celeste.'

I didn't know what was more amusing. The headline or the picture.

I also didn't quite know if the headline was supposed to be insulting Alexander or Marcus.

However that didn't matter. The picture under the heading was what was making me grin in delight. Taking a sip from my coffee, I glanced down at the picture again.

The photo had Marcus laying on the floor. Alexander was straddling him and holding the scruff of his collar, meanwhile the other hand was raised in the air in a fist. Even though the picture was displayed in black and white you could clearly see blood was running down Marcus' nose.

Ah. What a lovely sight.

Finishing the last drop of my sweet coffee I smiled in delight. Six sugars like always. Samantha or not, some things never change.

I stood up and slipped on house shoes as I tightened the robe around myself. Holding the paper tight, I walked back into my room and into the hallway. Going down the luxuries steps of my apartment, I rushed over to the main room and underneath my flat screen I placed the newspaper into the drawer.

Now that was certainly an item I planned on cherishing for a while.

I grinned slightly to myself as I went over to the black leather sofas and kicked my feet up.

I sighed and closed my eyes. My fingers trailed over my lips as I recalled Alexander and I's heaty kiss from the other night.

Woah. Is it just me or is it hot in here?

However before I could dwell on the thought for too long, I heard the unmistakable tune of the doorbell.

My eyes popped open and I sat up straight in surprise. Wrapping my robe around myself tighter, I rushed to the door and put my hand on the handle.

Mailman? Salesmen?

I slowly open the door and to my utter disappointment it was the devil himself.

Marcus.

"Marcus! What a lovely surprise!"

There he stood. Even on a Sunday morning he wore a navy suit. He wore dark sunglasses and hints of bruises peeked from underneath the frames.

"May I come in?" he said lifting up his glasses. His eyes trailing down my frame.

"Of course, please, come in," I replied like a good little girl.

I clenched my jaw when he walked past me and strode into the living room like he owned the place.

"We couldn't talk much last night," Marcus said distastefully as he walked over to the glass windows and glanced down at the city.

I walked up behind him and placed my lips near his ear.

"Oh? Did you just want to talk?" I whispered seductively.

Marcus immediately spun around and gave me a smirk. I couldn't help but recall Alexanders grin.

"I wanted to do more than that," he whispered back and I nearly threw up in my mouth.

Marcus' eyes trailed lower and suddenly he frowned. He harshly grabbed my jaw and moved my head to the side.

On instinct I went to strike at him but stopped myself at the last second.

Marcus' angry eyes looked at me and I frowned in return.

"Is that a hickey?" He asked in a low tone.

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AUTHORS NOTE;

Marcus is such an annoying piece of shit.

anyways. I am so sorry for taking forever to update. Ever since I started working I haven't had much time!

So tell me what you think!

p.s THERES A PIC ATTACHED ONTO THIS CHAPTER OF VICTORIAS APARTMENT.

p.s.s.s I want a nice fitting cover for this book! if you have one for me send me it- courageousreader@gmail.com

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