The Midas Touch of Vengeance

were there, along with Emily's, and a few of Innovate Global's most loyal board members. Emily, heavily pregn

, Mark's father, a cold and sever

the silent table. "We are all so grateful for

was a public branding. Th

platter. A wave of pure, unadulterated hatred for everyone in that room surged thro

idened, and she immediately went to Mark. A

s a mask of fury. He dragged me back into the dining

's doing? She's flaunting it! Trying to remind everyone of the... deb

rk, don't. She didn't mean it." Her performanc

ou are a selfish, spiteful girl, Ava. After everything Mark has done f

faces a mixture of pity and conte

let their accusations wash over me. Inside, I felt a strange calm. A chilling certainty

o my rooms for a week. No phone, no contact with the outside w

mine. I spent the time meditating, focusing my energy, honing the darkness I wou

ain living area, the sound of them entertaining guests. They were celebrating their im

ement, Mark came to my room. He

d, not a hint of apology in his tone. "It showed I'm not

lmost over. Tomorrow, you'll make the wish. And everything will be fine.

was trying to sound like a peacem

d nodded meekly. "

the full weight of what was happening. I placed a hand on my own stomach. For weeks, I had been

was both terrifying and elec

k had n