Page 2 of Sweetest Revenge

“What? You expect me to invite you to sleep over? Officially meet my dad?”

The last part had his lips twitching. I said it as if he was some boyfriend instead of my dad’s biggest investor and best friend.

He reached between my legs, his hand scooping up his cum. I gasped when his finger pushed it back in, pumping his finger inside me twice before pulling away and tucking his half-hard cock into his pants.

“Don’t bother me after this,” he said. “You got what you wanted.”

I rolled my eyes and shooed him away. After he left, I concocted a plan to get him back. I vowed to fuck him on every surface of this office just to prove him wrong again and again.

But I had no idea that the next day would be the second worst day of my life.

The first? My father’s death.

All of it because of the man I’d just fucked.

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ADDISON

The constant beeping of the hospital monitor started to fade into the background as I looked over the newest email to hit my phone.

It was the one I’d been waiting for. The one that would change my life forever.

It had the power to give me back everything I’d lost. Everything he’d taken from me. But it also had the possibility to destroy me if I wasn’t careful.

It’s worth the risk. I would do anything to get back at him. The anger had been rotting under my skin and making it unbearable to think of anything but getting even.

There was nothing and no one in the world left for me. At least no one who was conscious.

My eyes shifted to the bed. My mother was wrapped in hospital-grade blankets that would be making her skin itch if not for the thin sheet in between.

She lay there so still that, if not for the constant beeping of the monitor, I would mistake her for a corpse. Her skin had become pale enough for it.

In the last few years, my mother’s mental health had deteriorated. I had been too busy working back-to-back jobs to notice just how much she had been struggling.

Mother said she couldn’t work because it’d ruin her image. And her perfectly manicured nails. My eyes fell to the now grown-out red claws. The nurses had helped me file them down because we didn’t know how long my mother would be in this state.

She’d be appalled.

She did all she could to keep up the image in front of her friends. Friends who kept her around from our previous life because they pitied her.

I’m positive she knew it, but it was the world my mother knew better than anyone. She’d grown up with them in their mansions. She came from money, so having none made her the outcast. But she dug her sharp red claws into them and hung on for dear life.

Even if they talked behind her back. Laughed at her.

She just couldn’t handle the violent dismantling of our life.

Her lack of a job meant that when she wasn’t with her friends, she was holed up in our apartment—the only property we now owned—all day long doing nothing but scrolling social media.

Our family’s scandal was long past, but the comments on her social media posts made it seem as if it happened just yesterday. There were always a few people still holding a grudge against my father.

Even when he’s dead. I often wondered if they would ever just let up.

He was gone, and so was all our money. We had been punished thoroughly by whatever god they believed was angry enough to take vengeance on us.

I was guilty of scrolling through the posts too, each one just another notch on the anger belt that was getting tighter and tighter around my neck.

Her blonde hair lay by her side in a careful braid. Another thing the sweet nurses helped me with since I'd been too busy with work.

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