Dirty Dianne

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

Annypen

Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

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Dianne

11:05 pm,

Somewhere in Chicago.

"Hi! I'm Dianne! I heard you need a pill for tonight, how badly do you want that pill?" Dianne asked staring into a client's unnerving eyes, a man around his 40s, trusted himself to win this beauty's eyes over but one thing interfered with her stern face. She stood before him in black lingerie and black strapped heels while the room was illuminated in red dim bulbs, he was sitting on the wooden chair waiting to get his demon satisfied. "Go on honey, pile it up!" A curve settled on her black-painted lips.

"Anything for Dianne!" He snapped in excitement and began tucking bundles of dollars into a bag. She turned to her black purse on the table, took out a dagger with a glistering blade, sniffed it for 3 seconds then exhaled in contentment. She turned to him afterward maintaining a smirk, his eyes widened, and his excitement had turned into a frenzy. Her lengthy black finger nails rubbed the blade that sparkled like a rhinestone beside the fall.

"Don't scream my dear, you'd only kill yourself even more!" She smirked. Her icy voice stabbed him even before the dagger did, she drew close after he had finish packing the cash into the bag.

"You whore! A slut, that's who you are!" He blurted angrily, his veins had sprouted in accordance. She smirked again ignoring his words, this is not the first time she has dealt with clients like him. To her, he was a broke minor.

"I would not be a slut if you had given out jobs like you claim, my bad, sweetheart." She placed the knife around the vein on his neck while he quivered in fear. "Watch a slut take your dreadful life!"

She sliced neatly through the vein on his neck as he bled to death.

She turned to the bag of money lying at the corner and smiled in content. "Just like other nights, i want something way bigger than i am! Is there?!" She said underneath her breathe. She wiped the daggers' blade on his tainted shirt then tucked the dagger into her purse. She wore the brown coat that laid in bed followed by her purse and money bag, she stormed out stylishly

Dianne Browne, 27, a beautiful, sassy, sexy, stern, attractive and ambitious woman who's got a strong desire to be very wealthy and powerful. She's concluded to be a whore, an explicit sex worker, a swindler and never sure if she was a murderer because no one has gotten the chance to prove her to be guilty and to overthrow her. How far can anyone try to render her helpless if given a chance?!

As soon as she stormed out of the motel, she stopped a cab, she entered without looking back at the cold blooded murder she had just committed. The smile of content and fulfilment wouldn't fade away so easily and she believes that no one has been born to make it fade either.

"To the Olives!" She instructed

The driver nodded in agreement as he driver sped away.

15 minutes on,

She paid the cab driver and watched him drive out of sight. A well physically built man approached in a black coat, he appeared from the thick darkness except for the street light that shone around to make objects visible. His neatly tied dark silky hair was a beauty of its own.

"Castro!" She called out calmly while he stood before her with a tight smile . "Job done!" She added

"You never seem to disappoint, do you?"

"How could i? It is Dianne you are speaking with not a bitch out there, so?" She reminded in confidence, he smiled in content. She was one special lady he's never seen underestimated. She is calculable and unpredictable.

"I could never forget! How much have you got for tonight?" He asked going straight to main purpose of the meeting.

"$10,000! No reductions! Just as budgeted!" She handed him the bag of cash, he sniffed the bag and smiled broadly, now, he exposed his fine set of teeth.

"You are heaven sent! Always prompt!" He hailed

"I know right! Enough of the praises, where's the boss?"

"Underground!" He snapped. "We've got a meeting at 10am, its scrutiny time!" He added in details

"Alright! I'll take my leave." She attempted to leave, he attempted to speak then she interrupted "Buy me a drink afterwards, Castro!"

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