A woman who takes a revenge of the death of his members. Will you send? Will it catch it to you? Discover the story!
A woman who takes a revenge of the death of his members. Will you send? Will it catch it to you? Discover the story!
* _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.
Marina A greek girl or left, who lived in his aunt is hunted in the middle of his day by his aunt one day because they are not given to an old. Do not know where to go get a bush under a shed, heels the owner of the hangar a young man would have pity on her and hooved him. Thus, starting with his calvary of life, will find you happiness? Come discover the story and appreciate.
I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.
For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.
Kathryn was the true daughter, but Jolene stole her life and set her up for ruin. After a brutal kidnapping scheme, Kathryn's loyalty to her brothers and fiancé was met with cruel betrayal. Narrowly escaping, she chose to cut all ties and never forgive them. Then she shocked the world: the miracle doctor for the elite, a top-tier hacker, a financial mastermind, and now the untouchable star her family could only watch from afar. Her brothers begged, her parents pleaded, her ex wanted her back-Kathryn exposed them all. The world gasped as the richest man confessed his love for her.
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
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.
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