THE REVENGE OF THE SCORNED BRIDE

CLASH BETWEEN TWINS

Up until her twin sister had barged into the office of her man, Vicky was having a nice day. Unlike her sister, Vicky did not have a job, nor did she think she needed one.

Even though her family was not obscenely rich like some of the billionaires running around the city, they were still well-to-do enough that Vicky knew she would never have to work a day in her life.

Vicky had been so focused on her time with Damien, that she was shocked when Vivian had barged into his office and caught them together.

“That b***h got what was coming for her.” Vicky thought, smirking. It had been 30 minutes since Vivian had stormed out of the office after being told that Vicky and Damien were in love.

Vicky had spent all of those 30 minutes basking in the glory of what she considered to be her victory. For the first time since their childhood. Vicky had finally gotten the victory over her sister that she always wanted.

When they were kids, Vivian was always the good twin. She was always the one that her mom and dad fawned over. Vicky had always hated that, always. So, ever since she was old enough, she had started sabotaging Vivian in any way that she could.

“Why does she always get what she want?” Vicky cursed, the dark memories of her childhood passing through her mind.

When Vicky found out a couple of years ago that Damien was working for a mafia lord, she smelled an opportunity, an opportunity that would finally allow her to get her b***h of a twin out of her life. An opportunity that would allow her to lock Vivian away forever.

It was Vicky’s idea to start framing Vivian for all the illegal transactions that Damien did under the guise of real estate deals.

Of course, Damien objected when she first proposed the idea to him, but Vicky was persistent, and she finally got Damien to agree to her demands. From that moment, she had him under her thumb. It was only because Vicky was trying to maximize the damage that she could do to her twin that she had not revealed their relationship to Vivian years ago.

“What are we going to do now?” Damien asked, his gaze down, his eyes troubled as he paced around the office. His words brought Vicky out of her thoughts.

A flash of disgust passed through Vicky’s gaze before quickly turning into one of care as she looked up at Damien. Vicky did not love Damien. She didn’t even believe in love. The only reason she was even with Damien was because she wanted to hurt her sister.

“He really is weak,” Vicky thought, disgust clouding her mind. Vicky still did not understand what her sister found in him. She considered Damien to be a weak man who would forever be a lackey to someone else.

“Nothing.” Vicky replied, a caring smile on her face as she walked towards Damien. “Absolutely nothing, you are not going to do anything-” With her hand placed on his shoulder, Vicky looked up at him, “I am.”

***

The sound of her sister’s voice echoing through her home stopped Vivian in her tracks. Shock ran down her spine as she looked up to spot her twin sister looking down on her with a smile on her face.

“What the hell are you doing in my home, Vicky?” Vivian asked, scowling, her pulse racing as she resisted the urge to attack the traitor.

“It’s my home now too, right?” Vicky continued as she walked down the stairs, a smile seemingly always on her face. “I’m dating Damien and the last time I checked, Damien bought this house. You didn’t.”

“Stop Vicky, I do not care what you have to say,” Vivian said with an impassive gaze, cutting off her sister’s monologue.

A flash of anger passed through Vicky’s face after being interrupted. She was just about to speak her mind when Vivian raised up her hand.

“Just leave my house, Vicky, before I call the police.” Vivian ruffled through her purse, took out her phone and began dialing her code.

“Can’t you hear me b***h?” Vicky screamed.

The seemingly nonchalant expression on the face of Vivian was making her way more angry than she thought she could possibly be.

The only reason why Vicky was even here was because she wanted to bask in Vivian’s pain. Vicky was even secretly hoping to catch Vivian crying and video it. But when she saw how unbothered her sister was acting, it made her angry.

“I’m the b***h?” Vivian asked, her eyebrow raised, her expression one of mockery. “You are the one sleeping with a man who is married to your own twin.”

“And do you know why I did that?” Vicky asked, her tone laced with rage, her eyes blood-red as she rushed towards Vivian. Another reason why she was here was because she wanted to return the slap that Vivian had given her earlier in the day.

“I did that because I actually care for Damien.” Vicky finally reached Vivian, who was steadily backing away from her enraged sister and quickly dialing her phone. “I did that because I know that you are nothing more than a scared, selfish, arrogant b***h who doesn’t care about anyone else but you.”

“What are you doing, Vicky?” Even though her expression was still one of calm, Vivian had already begun to panic internally. She could tell that her sister was pissed off. She began backing away slowly from the angry woman who was rampaging towards her in her home.

“I am going to give you exactly what you deserve, bitch.” Vicky replied, her eyes now completely bloodshot with rage. Her blood burning as if she could already taste the sweet sense of revenge she was about to get by beating her sister like she always wanted to do.

“Hello, is this the police?” Vivian said, as the call she was making finally went through. “I am calling to report-” Vivian’s phone was smacked out of her hand by Vicky. Shocked by the force of her sister’s swing, Vivian looked up to meet her sister’s gaze and flinched.

“Scared now, b***h?” Vicky snarled, her palm rising slowly behind her, “Because I am just getting started.”

As she said that, she took a swing a Vivian, a swing which Vivian easily dodged.

“Just stop Vicky, stop.” Vivian stuttered, “Think before you–”

Vivian stopped, her face pale, her pulse racing as she gazed in her sister’s direction. She was shocked, not because her sister was walking towards her with rage-filled eyes. No, she stopped because she saw a massive figure-no, a man, walking towards them.

A large man with what appeared to be a gun in his hands and he was raising the object - straight at her.