The revenge of the woman

The revenge of the woman

Riane Moni

5.0
Comment(s)
36
View
10
Chapters

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.

Continue Reading

Other books by Riane Moni

More

You'll also like

The Scars She Hid From The World

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE
4.5

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

Gujian Qitan
5.0

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Viviene
4.9

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book