Kylie's Revenge

Chapter 2

Kylie's Pov

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the black dress a stark contrast to the usual maid's attire I wore. insisted I dress right for the dinner with Patricia's future in-laws. She knew the importance of appearances in their world.

But tonight wasn't just dinner. It was a week to Patricia's grand wedding to the supposed "World's most perfect bachelor," a man straight out of a fairy tale. Tall, dashing, and oozing with the aura of a prince. And I plan on claiming him as my own.

One of the reasons Patricia is exceptionally gutting for my throat is the fact that I am far more beautiful than her. Even when I wore a maid's outfit, I was blessed with my mother's natural beauty.

Finishing my makeup, determination settled within me - The only thing that was on my mind was Revenge.

I needed to be well-calculated, I won't rush things, I will act carefully. And with time, I will claim my birth-right and destroy the mother-daughter witches.

Tonight would mark the start of my revenge and I will not fail. After all, all rich men have the same weakness - Greed and Lust.

During my exploits preparing for this day, I gathered much information about Ripley. The most scrutinizing was the fact that he's a playboy. I am confident in my looks, he will notice me, I will trap him in my webs and make him the first envoy of my vengeance.

I took a final look at my reflection. I was ready to begin phase one.

"Your mother took all my stuff and gave it to you," focusing my fury on Patricia.

It was time to claim something she cherished – her soon-to-be husband. Not for love, but for revenge. It wasn't about stealing him; it was about shattering her perfect life.

I descended the staircase hearing laughter echoing from the living room where Patricia and her friends bantered. I observed, silently and carefully calculating my moves.

Patricia was wearing an extremely expensive designer attire. With strong emphasis on "Extremely".

She was engrossed with her engagement ring, the epitome of privilege and entitlement.

"I was wondering when you'd show up, darling sister. You sure know how to clean yourself up."

I grinned as I responded. "Oh this? Step-mother gave it to me."

"A hand-me-down that suits someone like you."

"Kind of reminds me of all the hand-me-downs mother took from me and gave you. You're welcome by the way."

Patricia gritted her teeth before breathing slowly to regain her composure. She was never the witty one and to boot, she has the mindset of a child.

"That's enough children, our future in-laws will be arriving soon, I expect you to behave yourself, Kylie. And please, once you're done with the dress, burn it or use it as a rag."

I felt like snapping her neck then and there. But alas, there's no point committing animal abuse, especially when it's days are numbered.

The head maid - Rosemary approached. "Madam, the guests have arrived."

"Good, now ladies let's go welcome our guests."

***

The last time I sat at the dinning was when dad was alive. I'd usually eat in my room or with the maids.

The two families were gathered there. Melinda sat at the head of the table, I was to her left, and facing me to her right was Ripley and by god- the pictures didn't showcase his looks well enough.

He hasn't been here for 10 minutes yet he was exerting this alpha male aura. To his side was Patricia, facing her was Ripley's only parent - His mother. I recalled in one of the articles I read about him that his father died when he was just 14 leaving him the company and his property. His mother was not bothered by the business life. Once he turned 18, he gained full control of the company.

After greetings were exchanged, I sat quietly amidst opulence, watching, planning.

Observing Patricia and her fiancé, I detected a hint of detachment in his captivating anecdotes.

Conversations flowed as the night wore on. Patricia thrived in the spotlight while I waited.

My determination exceeded the superficiality of this gathering. Revenge was a slow burn, a methodical journey to right wrongs.

After I finished studying the target, it was time to act. I took a sip of my whine.

"Ripley, my silly sister here has never actually shared the story of how you met." At this point - everybody set their gaze on me.

I faced Ripley but I could feel Melinda's gaze, if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.

Patricia, on the other hand, slips her hand into Ripley’s. She kisses his cheek and nods.

"Well, Kylie..." I swear I almost cussed when I heard him say my name. I mentally pinched myself to stay focused on the task at hand.

"We met 18 months ago during an art exhibit that was sponsored by my company for charity."

"He came to me with the most cheesy pick up lines. 'Beautiful, not the painting, you."

"Hey, I'll have you know my pickup lines have bagged me eve-" He realized what he was about to say and paused. Patricia glared at me. I responded with a smirk.

I was right. Ripley is a playboy.

"I'm sure you can get any woman you set your eyes on. My sister is lucky to have you."

"Thanks." Once again, he failed to realize his blunder until it was too late.

That was strike two. I downed my whine and excused myself to go to the ladies room.

***

After powdering my nose, I retreated to my room to re-apply my makeup. While passing through the hallways, I heard voices arguing.

I smiled knowing who the voices belonged to.

I crept slowly and approached my sister's room.

"You are so annoying!"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault someone appreciates my perfect image."

"Do you know how hard it is loving an ex-playboy?"

"If only you knew how hard I tried to change. Trust me babe, you're the only one I see."

"We're getting married in a week, I will rot before I let that mule ruin it."

"Now what did your sister do? She barely said a thing."

Patricia scoffed and stormed to the exit- it was my cue to hide myself. Thankfully she didn't see me.

Moments later, Ripley came rushing out, Patricia!

"Ripley?"

I stood behind him as he turned to face me. We were standing very close to each other, our chests almost touched.

"Kylie, where's your sister?"

My next action caught the alpha male off guard - I bursted into tears and plopped to the floor.

"She-she-she."

"What did she do?"

At this point, things felt too easy. Ripley was like an open book, he reacted the way I predicted.

He knelt and patted my head, "Stop crying, please. You'll ruin your beautiful make-up."

"You think I'm beautiful?" I sniffled.

"Why yes I do, you're just as gorgeous as my bride if not more. Now tell me what happened, where's Patricia?"

"She went out, said she doesn't want to see our disgusting faces, I really don't know what I did, I've always treated her kindly and what do I get? I get scorned and bullied in my late father's mansion."

"Wait, your dad's Mark Trueman?"

I nodded.

"But Patricia said your parents were divorced."

"She didn't tell you? We're step sisters."

"Why would Patricia keep something so important from me? For crying out loud, we're getting married next week."

Maybe I could become an actress after all this.

I held Ripley's arm leaning closer until I made sure he could feel my breasts. By the way, I wasn't wearing any bra.

And as expected, I caught him peeking for a sec. But, he rattled his mind out of that and held my hand with both of his.

"I apologize on her behalf, this is all my fault, she has this jealousy issue. Now smile and wipe away those tears, " he said as he cleaned off my tears. I made sure we maintained stable eye contact.

"I understand, heck i won't blame her, you're truly perfect and to boot, you're a gentleman as well."

People become vulnerable when their egos are inflated.

"Thank you for the kind words. Here, I'll help you get up."

He stood up and offered me his hand, I took it and got up only to 'coincidentally' slip and use his rock steady body as a cushion to break my fall. Our chests were touching each other with only our clothes as the barrier.

I felt a rod like an object thumping from below his pants. If it's what I think it is, then I don't know what Patricia was thinking, there's no way she can handle something like that.

"I'm sorry." I said in an embarrassed tone.

"No, it's fine."

We remained that way, eyes locked for a whole minute. Neither of us moved an inch nor uttered a word. I decided this was my cue to seal the deal.

I moved even closer to him to kiss him. Everything was going as planned as I met no resistance from him. Or so, I thought.

"I should go look for Patricia." He cut me there.

I understood that I had to play things safe. If I acted too rash - I'll only get tagged as a slut.

I nodded and got up, "Thank you for the talk Gab. Please don't tell Patricia we talked, I don't know what she might do."

"Gab?" He smiled. "It was really nice meeting you, take care of yourself. And this shall be our little secret."

I didn't claim him tonight, but I have 6 more days to shatter this marriage and exert my revenge. Sooner or later, he will fold.