FLOWERS FOR MY ENEMIES, THE WRONG VOW MY PERFECT MATCH

Five years ago, I was nothing. A poor girl betrayed by my best friend and the man I loved. They left me in the mud. Now I'm back. Rich. Beautiful. Dangerous. I brought flowers for all my enemies. A black rose for the friend who stole my life. And white lilies for the billionaire who ruined me. He thinks I want revenge. He has no idea I still want him. The church was full of white roses. My best friend's wedding. I was the maid of honor. Smiling. Holding her flowers. Until the groom pulled me into the back room and whispered, "I can't marry her. It's always been you." That was five years ago. I ran. Today, I'm back in Mbombela in a black dress that costs more than that whole wedding. And I'm holding flowers again. But not for a wedding. For revenge. "Ms. Nandi, are you sure you want to deliver them yourself?" My driver asked. "Yes," I said, looking at the huge mansion in front of me. "He needs to see who they are from." The gate opened. And there he was. Themba Nkosi. The billionaire heir. The groom from five years ago. More handsome. More cold. He looked at the lilies in my hands and his face changed. "Nandi?" he whispered. I smiled. The same smile I wore when I was his maid of honor. "Flowers for my enemy," I said. "Congratulations on your divorce." He stared at me. "You came back." "I came back to watch everything burn," I said. He stepped closer. I could smell his cologne. The same one from that night. "You look... different," he said. "I am different. The poor girl you left in that church is dead." He took the lilies from my hands. Our fingers touched. "Then who are you now?" he asked. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Your worst nightmare. And your only chance to get what you really want." Behind us, a woman screamed. My ex-best friend. She just saw me.