The revenge of the woman

The revenge of the woman

Riane Moni

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A woman who takes a revenge of the death of his members. Will you send? Will it catch it to you? Discover the story!

The revenge of the woman Chapter 1 The revenge of the woman

* _Episode 01_

* *** TOULOUSE (France) *** Sitting at the back of my pajero, I look at it by caught by a car that has just made several barrels. It is always with satisfaction that I look at this kind of scene. My hands protected by black gloves in cooking, my heels up to the feet, I go out them by one after that mesel opened the door. I walk to reassured to the body lengthened to the ground trying to call the help with his mobile. The more I am getting more of the joy glides me. It is so pleasant to see powerful personalities that inspire the fear at several to be at his thanks. It is crazy like a financially and socially powerful person, a person who has this ease of controlling the lives of others and determining the end can be vulnerable to death. He, the Grand Edgard Bock, Powerful Man of Cameroon, member of the Cameroonian government but also an important member of one of the biggest sects of Africa "Blood Brother" (the brother of blood), here is so annoying on the ground as shit and about to dying because I decided. Yes I decide who must die and when he must die. Once in front of him, I integrate his own smile to his lips. - Help me ... I ... Please petty ... Do not let me die. Killed me to tell me by agonizing. "My father also begged for him to leave it alive but he did not get thanks to you and your confreres. - Pity ... I do not know ... what to talk to you. - Julien Anselme tapered. Do you tell you something? He opens the eyes and see the expression of his face I think he understood all. I love too much when my victims are reverse who I am really. They are lost the use of the word, normal when one meets a person supposed to be dead. - So I guess now you know what will happen? No? Ok let me sum up it for you ... you will die just like your three confreres before you. You have before you the cause of their sub-death deaths. We are in a completely isolated area so no chance that someone finds you. The network? There is not. We are in the middle of nowhere and seen the state in the state in which you are you more for a long time. He tries as well as bad to speak but he does not have enough strength. I'm notifying and stays close to him to look at him. I like to watch them die as I attended my father's death. See corpses I usually used to do so that that at the age of age already at the age of 17, I attended my father's assassination and I watched my mother will be violated by different men after she had attended his murder's husband until he dies to fix me in my eyes. It is easy for me to reach my targets especially when I know all of them. Their weak points at their fantasies through their biggest secrets. To have it had it to have my charm and champagne. He is under treatment, however, his apoclos and alcohol do not do good household. He moved without his driver and his guards because he wanted to circulate freely or seen nor known with his whores. When Mel informed me that he was passing in France to take pleasure with escorts, I followed him and invited me to an evening he was. We have sympathized and I just encouraged him to take more glass than he was allowed to him. He pushes his last sigh by fixing me. Well. I am the last face he saw before dying. I tender my Mel's hand that poses my lipstick from the Royane brand. It is a bright red that even to kilometers we can see it. I drop and written on his forehead the V. V. I'm up and re-drils it in Mel that ranges it again. - The jet is ready? - Yes my aunt. - Ok let's go. We turn the heels and Mel opens the back door for me to settle. Once done I remove my gloves then take my tablet to read the news until we arrived at the airport where you spend my private jet and my other guards. I walk to the plane followed by Mel that holds my purse. I go to my cabin and troop my dressing cup tree for a jeans and a lightweight. I come back and spread in one of the seats to relax. Mel brings me a champagne cup so that I can drink at another victory. As it is doing good from having the lives of people in his hands. - So the suite? I ask Mel. - You have an appointment tomorrow at Lomé with M Alain Kondza. - Everything is ok on his side? - Yes my aunt. Here are the photos and documents. I pose my cup and take the big envelope that he tends me. I inspects everything that is with satisfaction. I look forward to seeing that foolish do that in the surprise of the surprise that I prepare it. *** Togo *** LOMÉ *** Once ready for my appointment, I go down my preference to find my crorte posted in front of the hotel. They all welcome me all with respect and we all go up in cars. I look at one last time during the paths the documents I have my own possession. Transactions are OK, the compromising photos ok. All that it remains is to swing it in the figure so that it creates a heart arrest. In all ways it will have a heart arrest because knowing that of day next day we are walched, completely walled, it kills. At the reassured, I headed for his office. Mel as usual is following me as my shadow while others stay out. The assistant of M Kondza leads us to his office and once inside I install it in front of my host. Mel standing for standing near the door. M Alain Kondza, formerly Prime Minister of Togo and today leader of one of the largest companies in the country. Active man in the political environment but also and especially a member of the "Blood Brother" sect and is the only thing that interests me. He picked up a crisis last week so his doctor asked his loved ones they avoid shocks because his heart is still very fragile. But good I do not belong to his relatives so I do not have to be careful. We are supposed to be partners in business and must finalize the agreement of our partnership today. - welcome welcome dear. He told me the smile on his lips by rising from his seat to come to welcome me. - Thank you very much. I replied him by making him the three bites. You will re-emerge day by day I see. - Oh stop shutting up. So come and sit down. We take place around his office and let's start talking about. I listen to it about project and everything I'm just waiting for the moment when the bank will call him to confirm his' will ''. - You really do not want us to eat? "I will have well wanted but I have another meeting. So where were we? Ah I see keep. I offer him an envelope he takes and come out of the photos. As he looks at them the expression of his face changes. - No it is not possible. What does this mean? - That your wife is a whore who loves to get by all the holes by several men. - How? ... Where did you get these photos? - Secret of Polishinelle. Ah Let me also add that those who are supposed to be your children are not. - By ... sorry? - The first two are of the former president of whom you were the Prime Minister and the last of your current driver. He looks at me completely and then expressed anger. - How do you dare? - You should calm down this is not very good for your fragile health. I tell him very calmly playing with my fingers. - Why are you doing this? What is your goal? - You will know once you have answered the call. I answer while looking at my watch. - What call? Hadly his question asked that the phone of his office is ringing. He puts so many kinds of questions to his interlocutor and hurry that he did not allow it and then as he realized him he turns his eyes towards me. I make him my best smile to confirm his thought. It poses the handset as a PLC. - It's ... you? - Yes. Hold here is the proof. He told him by tempting him another document that he puts himself immediately. - But ... What I've never signed that. "Did you do it during our first appointment to sign our first partnership. - How is that? I will call the police. It poses the documents, earns the fixed and begins to compose. - Go so. I would like to know the sentence that will be given to you when the police will know how many billion you diverted and continue to divert into the state cash. But also to know that you are counterfeiting here and whispering the dirty silver money. You no longer part of the government what means you are no longer protected by any law, so the police will be given to heart joy to locate a first-class burial as you. He opens big mouth and rests the phone by trembling with all his body. - Why? ... Why do you do that? What did I do it? - Julien Anselme Tape ... It was my father. He opens his eyes and then fixed me as if he wanted to decryp something on my face. - You ... you are ... - Yes ... I'm. - But you are ... - dead? I am alive, you see it well and I'm here to settle your accounts. Let me so you summarize the situation. You made me new detention of all your property, absolutely including all this company as well as your accounts in Switzerland and I permitted to distribute them to people who need it most. So in big mois ... you are walled, completely ... faux-chef. - No ... no, it's not possible. He puts his hand on his chest and to see the expression of his face I deduce that his heart is going out. In all ways if he did not go down I would go to occupy myself. - dry up ... to the shoe ... dry ... Hasts articulate by tending her arms to me. I look at him to collect small to the ground and I get up my headquarters to go to him and watch him to be his last breath. He always tries to call for help around me until his arm falls back to the ground indicating that he died. I tender my hand to Mel that was there since the beginning and he advances towards me to give me my fetish lipstick. I drop and write on his fore the Lotte V. I will resurrence there completely satisfied with me. Since the past year I put my plan to revenge to execute I have to say that everything goes to my wonder for me. Already four less on my blacklist. There are still a dozen of which I will take care of it. Yes, pay my accounts with my enemies This is my reason for life, my goal in life, my leitmotiv. I fixed myself to go to revenge me and to revenge my parents and nothing or no one can stop. I lost everything because of these people and today that I have money and power I will make them bleed. Life was not at all tender with me and I'm having to show him that I am much more thickery than she. It does not matter who is in front of me, if you are part of my list you will feel me going through your life and you are losing your life either you lose your head to finally lose your life. In all cases you will die. It is said that revenge is a dish that is cold cold but me whoever eats me is because it is revenge and I'm burning.

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