Her Revenge; Their Obsession

Happy anniversary

Avery's POV.

“Happy Anniversary Sweetheart!”

“Happy Anniversary Princess!”

Two tall men stood at my bedroom door, wishing me one after the other and my jaws dropped.

My eyes widened at the gifts, cake boxes and bouquet of flowers that both men were holding.

I didn't understand it.

I'd just finished having my bath and I'd discovered that my face and body were different. There are no traces of Avery.

That was already shocking enough.

And now, I'm discovering I'm in a relationship with three men? Christ, this was a lot.

Before I could say anything, one of the men stepped forward. Both men were just as gorgeous as the man I met at night, but their features were different.

The guy at the door was clad in a gray sweatpants and a matching tanktop. His eyes sparkled with earrings and his smile was the cutest one I'd ever seen.

While the other guy in front of me was clad in black ripped jeans and jacket. Small tattoos snaked his neck, giving him a rugged impression to me. The way his black hair fell over his face had me feeling the need to arrange them.

“Love, are you just going to keep gawking at us like that?” The guy in front of me asked and I beamed, wrapping my hands around his neck. His apple scent filled my nostrils as we hugged.

He kissed me on the lips and then the guy at the door stepped in, “Move aside Drake. I want to kiss her too.”

Drake did just that, and then he dropped his gifts on the bed before wrapping his hands around my waist, twirling me.

I giggled a lot, gently tapping his shoulders to drop me down because I was growing dizzy. He finally dropped me down.

“Chris, can you not do that every damn time you see her?” Drake shook his head like he was irritated with Chris but the smirk on his lips told me otherwise.

Thankfully, they called each other's name if not I'd have no idea how to address them.

“Thank you guys. These are so many thoughtful gifts,” I mentioned, staring at my bed that was now a heap of boxes, gift bags and bouquets of flowers.

“This is nothing really. You should go change, we've got a lot of activities in store for you.” Drake declared, leaning against the door.

“No, she's coming with me for the day.” A familiar husky tone boomed from behind Drake and Chris exhaled deeply.

“Ryan, you're always with her in front of the media. Isn't that enough?” Chris stated, sliding his hand around my waist.

Ryan walked in, his presence exuding dominance as he locked eyes with me. He was clad in a black suit, and his hands stayed fixed in his pocket.

“Well, Clara will walking the runway for Geegee’s Fashion House. I'll be taking her there, and after that, we can all go out.” Ryan announced and the other men agreed.

Anxiety pooled in my insides about how I'd walk in front of thousands of people. But another part of me felt like I'd pull it off for sure.

~

I was backstage and adjusting my dress for the show.

Ryan, Chris and Drake accompanied me here and by the look of things, our relationship was secret.

Ryan was the only one who was recognized as my boyfriend publicly amongst the brothers.

As I stared back at my reflection while the make up artist dabbed a blush on my face. All of this still felt like a dream.

If I'd been told that I would become a celebrity, I'd have never believed it but here I was, living the life and I had no idea how to cope with it.

After a few minutes, the make up artists were done. The eyeshadow above my eyelids make my face pop, and the red lipstick I was wearing complimented the red body con dress I was styling.

I looked gorgeous.

I was busy admiring my figure in the mirror while the artists packed their boxes when I heard a familiar voice.

“I'm still the lead model for the day,” the sharp feminine voice boomed from outside the room.

My heart skipped a beat.

Why did that voice sound so familiar?

I headed for the door, stopping at the entrance when I noticed a blonde lady talking to a guy. Her back was facing me but her figure looked extremely familiar and she was wearing the same red dress I was wearing.

“Ma'am, sorry but the director said Clara Vossyln will be the lead model,” The albino guy stated, adjusting his face cap.

“No. She can't just show up and steal my show! The f**k is going on here?” She snapped, her hands curling into fists.

I didn't know why her reaction made my brows arch, I crossed my arms, “Who made it your show?”

The blonde lady spun around and when she did, my heart jumped up to my throat, and my head started throbbing.

Bianca.

Bianca was my rival.

She glared at me, rolling her hair in her fingers, “You've not even attended any of the rehearsals and you're suddenly the lead model? That's stealing.”

My blood boiled.

Not from what she said.

But from the memories rushing through my mind.

How this same woman had ruined my home in my previous life, how she'd tormented me and contributed to my death.

Fuck.

I want to yell at her, reminding her about the things she did to me but then I recalled she wouldn't even recognize me.

In my previous life, she took things from me. But I'll make sure that history didn't repeat itself.

“Well, maybe you

should have worked harder.” I scoffed.

Bianca sneered and stormed towards me, her hands raised to hit me.