Tis The Season For Revenge

Prologue Jay 'Karma has a new name, and it’s Jay. This festive season, every day will be filled with misery for Alfonso and Anne. My revenge starts today, and by the time I delivered all twelve gifts to him, everything Alfonso worked for would have crumbled beneath his feet. Call it my version of the twelve days of Christmas There will be no Merry Christmas for my now ex-husband. He has been a naughty boy these past four years and his list has been checked twice. Coal in his stocking is too good for him. His stocking will be filled with misery and regret. Not even Santa can save him for me this year. Oh, ‘tis the season, hubby. This is my season for revenge.' ....... Jernail Walters was the beloved heir and adopted daughter of the Walters family. Until her new husband brought the true Walters heiress home on Christmas. Instead of getting the Christmas gift she wanted from her new husband, he announced to her parents that the woman with him was their biological daughter. That was the day that everything changed for Jay. Lies, secrets, affairs, and abuse, became her new norm. Until last Christmas when she decided to put herself first. This Christmas she is setting out to get her revenge on her tormentors in a festive way. She has enough back up from her biological family, who just so happen to be the biggest Mafia crime family around. Jay's version of the 12 days of Christmas is coming for Alfonso and Anne. And it will be good fun to watch them squirm. She had her mind set on revenge, but it's hard to stay focused when her biological brother's best friend sets his sights on her. He will stop at nothing to get his principessa. Now she has to get her revenge, handle a business, navigate the dangerous Mafia world and run from her feelings for her sexy love interest. Oh, this should be fun! Jernail In two days it's Christmas, and the day I finally leave my husband of four years. I willingly agreed to this arranged contract marriage to appease my adoptive parents. And for the first year, we were happy. We got to know each other and fell in love regardless of our marriage being arranged. Or maybe he was just playing the part and I was the only one in love. It doesn't even matter anymore. It's over now and I can finally be free. “Another year isn't that long, sweety. I know Alfonso has hurt you, but he loves you. He is just easily manipulated by your sister. Please just give him one more chance.” Grandpa Charles said last year on Christmas day, when I told him I wanted to divorce my husband, his grandson, Alfonso. I should have said no, but I can never say no to that old man. I love him as if he were my blood. I just didn’t realize that by agreeing to give Alfonso another year, I would lose even more of myself. But, I am not that naive girl anymore, though. I have always been a, ‘live and let live,’ kind of girl. But these four years with Alfonso Du Pont and his mistress have taught me a few hard life lessons. So I decided that I wanted a bit of revenge for everything I endured. I was going to go easy on them. Just mess with him a bit and expose his mistress, my adoptive sister, Anne, for what she really is. But then she did the unthinkable. She pushed me down the staircase, causing me to miscarry. And what did my husband do? He blamed me and took her side like he always has. He left me lying in a pool of blood on Christmas eve, as our baby died inside of me, so he could tend to Anne’s fictitious injury. Even my adoptive parents were angry at me for letting Anne fall. No one cared about me, or my baby I lost. Anne has everyone tightly wrapped around her fingers. And she can do no wrong in their eyes. But all gloves are off. They took my baby from me and for that, they will pay. I am about to show the entire Du Pont and Walters family what happens when you f**k with a mafia princess. Oh right, how rude of me. Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Jernail Walters, but I have only recently discovered that I am the lost daughter of the Moretti family. My biological parents may have named me Julliana Moretti, but Lisa, the woman who looked after me at the orphanage, named me Jernail. It’s a bit of an odd name, but I love it either way. Everyone just calls me Jay, and that is who I will remain. The entire city knows that the Moretti’s moved back here to reclaim their territory. And everyone is running scared. Especially my husband and my adoptive father, Joel Walters. But no one knows that they came back for a more personal reason. They came to find me. They thought I was dead, and in their grief, they left and went back to Italy when I was ten. I guess I ultimately have Alfonso to thank for our reunion. If Anne hadn't humiliated me on social media, my bio parents would not have seen the clip of me and recognised my birthmark. The clip of me falling into the pool has since vanished, thanks to my brother, Marcello. I love him already, he is so sweet. But for now, we have to pretend to be strangers until the time is right. I fiddle with the initial J on my dainty gold bracelet I never take off, and I think about how I ended up in this mess. My adoptive parents have always been the third wealthiest family in this city, and the Du Pont’s are the second. But the Moretti family was right on top of the food chain, and they dominated the industry. The Walters and Du Pont’s wanted a stronger alliance so they could stand against the Moretti’s. So they agreed for their heirs to marry. But they didn’t expect the Moretti’s to leave the city. The true Walters’ heir is my sister, Anne. But she disappeared when she was ten and that is when my adoptive parents took me in. I resembled Anne a bit, so they showed me off as their own. My adoptive mother, Olivia Walters, had to have a hysterectomy so she couldn't produce another heir, and I fitted the bill perfectly to play the role of their daughter. I knew I was just there to fill an empty void for them, but I was just happy to have a family. I was found wandering the streets one town over, when I was ten, and I had no memories of my life before I ended up at the orphanage. I had a nasty concussion and some bruises when Lisa found me. All I had on me was the clothes on my back and this bracelet I never take off. I now know that it was given to me by my biological mom so it means even more to me now. I honestly didn't have a bad childhood. On the contrary, the Walters were good parents. I went to the best schools and I had the most expensive tutors. They spoiled me and treated me like a princess. The staff were all great and my biggest ally has always been their butler, Gerard. I really had no complaints growing up. I am not very materialistic, but I appreciated everything they did for me and gave me. That is why I willingly agreed to marry Alfonso. Then on the first Christmas after we got married, instead of receiving the gift I had been expecting, my husband brought Anne to the Walters home, and announced to them that she was their biological daughter. He had apparently been searching for her all these years in secret. My entire life started to crumble after that first Christmas. I should've ran then, but I never knew what was in store for me. Anne is a horrible b***h and she loves making my life miserable. She hates me because she says I stole her life. It’s not like I had a choice or willingly set out to steal her life, as she put it. I was a child when they adopted me. And I married Alfonso because my adoptive parents asked me to. They had given me a good life up until then, so I felt like I owed them a debt of gratitude. Now, because of my loyalty to the Walters, my life is falling to pieces. Anne never lets them see how she really treats me. But she loves setting me up and spreading lies about me. Within three months she had their loyalty and I was tossed aside like garbage. But it was okay, they were never really my parents to begin with. I thought I would be okay because I had Alfonso and grandpa Charles. But then Alfonso also started taking Anne’s side and believing her over me. It hurt so much, but he didn’t ill-treat me at first. That only came after. He just started spending less time with me and more with her. That is probably when their affair started. “She was my best friend when we were little. I have to be there for her now too. I will only be a few minutes. Wait right there for me.” he said when he left me stranded in the rain on our second anniversary, while he went to comfort Anne, after she had a nightmare. That wasn’t even the first time he bailed on me to go comfort her and it surely wasn't the last. She is good at pretending to be the victim. I picked up such a high fever while I waited in the rain for him, that I collapsed. I laid there for hours before someone stopped to help me. I was in the hospital for a week, and he only realised after two days that I was missing. And only because his grandfather managed to get a hold of him to let him know. When he did visit, Anne was with him. The minute he left us alone to take a call, she started to taunt me. “You know he only came here because that old man forced him to. Alfonso belongs to me. I am the true Walters’ heir and I was supposed to marry him. You may have stolen my spot, but I will always have his heart. But as soon as I get him to leave your pathetic ass, I will get rid of that old geyser too. He is always in the way, just like you are sis,” she said back then. “He is my husband, not yours. All you are and will ever be is the other woman. The great Walters heir is nothing more than a mistress. I wonder what the world would say if they knew,” I answered, and that earned me a slap. Then she ripped my drip right out of my arm, before she pulled me off the bed. When Alfonso came in, she pretended to fall, like I had hurt her. My arm was covered in blood and I was on the floor too, still weak from my infection I picked up. But he gave us one look and ran to help her. “You are clearly not sick if you can abuse your sister like this. I should've known this was just a ploy to gain my attention. Stop being so jealous of your sister. It’s not a good look on you.” my husband said as he picked Anne up. “Do you not have eyes? I can’t believe you are that easily manipulated. I was clearly wrong when I assumed you were an intelligent man. Just go, I don’t need you. Go tend to your mistress and her fake pain.” I answered as my anger stirred. “What did you say?” he asks me with anger I have never seen on his face before. “You heard me. You are an i***t if you believe her lies. I can’t…” “It’s okay, Al. Just let her be. I was only trying to help her when she went full on crazy and ripped her drip out so she could attack me. Let’s just go. I am feeling light headed.” Anne interjected when she cut me off. “Okay Annie, your health is all that matters.” my husband said, as he carried her out of the room, while she smirked at me. I just laid there laughing bitterly at the situation. My life is turning into such a s**t show. Not even my adoptive parents came to see me. After that, I still tried with all my heart and soul to make Alfonso happy. But he always ended up leaving me for her when I needed him most. He started losing my respect more and more after every betrayal. And eventually he lost my love for him too. All I feel now is regret and anger towards him. I clear my thoughts and grab the file in front of me. It’s hard to not lose myself in the memories of his betrayal. I clutch the file tightly in my hand and make my way to my husband’s office for the last time.