My Sweet Revenge: A Second Life

in the Hamptons. It was part of the plan. They need

as whispered at cocktail parties and charity luncheons. A famo

First Lady, would be a young woman with a d

hmark. I' ve had

was a physical thing, a dark cloud that followed her around the house.

room, staring at a photo of me

frame. "It's silly, isn't

n't hear you." She forced a smile. "No,

ull of fake melancholy. "You're the one

ek. "I wish you could have it. You d

a greedy fire. "Don

torial whisper. "I have a friend in the city. A tattoo artist. He's incredib

e with makeup. I'll say it faded. People wil

d racing. The desire in h

?" she asked, the last s

is pain, right? And this is for your de

. Of cours

" had a very low pain tolerance and was terrified of needles, so he sh

s to prove how tough she is. No anesthetic

nse of entitlement, walked into that t

istening to her muffled scre

usic to