Broken But Back: My Sweet Vengeance

ge. I would make them suffer the exact same fate they had planned for me. They wanted to see me ruined? I would show them what true ruin looked like. They had a special term for it in the circles

aughed about it for weeks. She loved the theatrics of it, the public humiliatio

red, to possess things that screamed wealth and status. And Mark, wea

dit cards, payday advances. Every single one was meticulously filled out using Mark' s information. The money started pouring into a new

next phase of the plan. I called a co

ernathy? It's

sure. What can

I said, my voice smooth and professional. "A Qing dynasty famille rose vase. Exq

ng to offload. In my past life, Jessica had almost fallen for it before realizing it was a f

y was a gossip, and I knew exactly who he would gossip to. Within hours, the news of this "rare opportunity" would be all

sage popped up on my phone from a private investi

sentence: "The

Mark Davis had just acquired the Qing dynasty vase for a jaw-dropping seven-figure sum. My plan h

ory. They believed they were about to be rich, to be free. In reality, they had just shackled themselves to a debt so massive it would crush

, it was the stage for my revenge. Mark was carrying the vase with extreme care, his knuckles white. Jessica was f

thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. He was a coward, and the reality of the number on that receipt was starting to sink in. He had the trophy, but he w