HER QUEST FOR REVENGE

Torn on the flesh

Roland Mansion – Angela’s Bedroom

The room was a mess—broken perfume bottles, ripped dresses, and shattered picture frames. Angela stood in the middle of the chaos, chest heaving with fury. Mrs. Roland sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, lips pressed into a thin line.

“She rejected him!” Angela hissed, pacing back and forth. “She pushed him away and he still chose her side!”

Mrs. Roland narrowed her eyes. “Nathan was always the unpredictable one. But this… this is betrayal.”

Angela scoffed. “They humiliated me in front of the entire board, shut down my wedding, and now they’re playing power couple at her stupid fashion show? She has to fall. And when she does… it will be brutal.”

Mrs. Roland leaned forward, her voice cold. “Then we make sure it happens at the party. Isabella wants to look flawless in front of the media? Let’s see how she handles scandal.”

Angela smirked, picking up her cracked phone. “Perfect. Let’s give them a show they won’t forget.”

After-Party – The Roland's Plot Begins

The after-party was held at an exclusive downtown venue, where the glittering elite mingled beneath crystal chandeliers. Fashion designers, influencers, and socialites were all there, basking in the success of the night’s show. The air was alive with energy—cocktails in hand, laughter, and flashes of cameras.

Isabella was still glowing from the event, but she knew the danger wasn’t over. She had been warned. Angela wasn’t finished, and her mother’s plans were never simple.

Angela entered the party with her mother, both dressed to kill. But as they made their way through the crowd, whispers followed them like a shadow. Angela clenched her fists, eyes searching for Isabella.

“I swear to God, if I don’t ruin her tonight…” Angela murmured under her breath.

Mrs. Roland’s smile was a mask of elegance, but her eyes burned with a quiet fury. “Patience. We’re not going to do this the obvious way. We’ll ruin her without her even knowing what hit her.”

They stopped at the bar, and Mrs. Roland subtly slipped something into Angela’s clutch—a small vial of something. Angela’s eyes gleamed.

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Scene: Isabella at the Party – Suspicion Rising

Isabella walked into the party, her aura regal but still wary. She had kept her eyes open for anything unusual. Mercy had been by her side the entire evening, chatting with industry guests, while Isabella had already noticed a few uncomfortable glances aimed in her direction. The media had already caught wind of Angela’s breakdown at the show, and now the gossip was swirling around the after-party.

The whispers were hard to ignore.

“Did you see her? She actually won the show…”

“But her father’s company... How much is really hers?”

“I heard her and Raymond were a thing before, right?”

Isabella’s heart tightened at the mention of Raymond’s name, but she forced herself to focus. She couldn’t let them get to her—not tonight.

Mercy, noticing her tense posture, leaned in. “Don’t listen to them. They’re just scared of you. Don’t give them the satisfaction.”

Isabella smiled faintly, but her attention was caught when Angela walked past her, a cold smile tugging at her lips. She exchanged a quick glance with her mother, and Isabella could feel the weight of the tension between them.

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Scene: The Sabotage Unfolds

A few moments later, the chaos began.

One of the models—Isabella’s prized piece for the after-party’s fashion exhibit—suddenly staggered and collapsed near the stage, clutching her stomach. Gasps echoed through the crowd as people rushed to her side. The music stopped abruptly.

Isabella rushed over, kneeling beside the model. Her eyes flicked to the glass of water the model had been drinking moments before, now tipped over on the ground.

“Poison,” Mercy whispered under her breath.

Isabella’s heart dropped. She had seen this before—the same kind of sabotage she’d dealt with when her father’s company was taken from her. She knew exactly who was behind this.

Before she could react, a loud voice interrupted.

“You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you?” Angela’s voice rang through the crowd, her tone laced with venom.

Isabella stood up, meeting her eyes without flinching. “I know exactly what I’m dealing with.”

Mercy stepped closer to Isabella, her eyes cold with resolve. “This ends now, Angela.”

Angela sneered. “You’ll never have the full control you think you have, Isabella. Not when you’re surrounded by people who hate you. The truth will come out—eventually. And you’ll be left with nothing.”

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Scene: Nathan’s Arrival

Just as the situation grew tense, Nathan walked into the venue. His eyes immediately locked onto Isabella. The tension in the room was palpable. He walked straight toward her, disregarding the drama around them.

He caught up with her, his voice low but firm. “You okay?”

Isabella looked up at him, a mix of emotions in her eyes. “They tried to poison one of the models.”

Nathan’s jaw clenched. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll have security handle it.”

Isabella met his gaze, her voice raw but steady. “I didn’t want to get you involved, Nathan. But now, I need your help.”

For the first time that night, Isabella allowed herself to lean on someone, if only for a moment.