Chapter 4: A Deal for Revenge
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Adrian's Pov
One thing they never tell you about revenge is that it’s best served hot and spicy.
And it burns like fire.
Especially when it hits your enemy when they least expect it.
Surprise makes it lethal.
That’s exactly what I’m doing.
Serving Kane his most hated dish my revenge.
Carefully plated, timed to perfection, and with Diana as my unwitting bait.
Legally.
She agreed, of course.
Reluctantly, but she agreed.
I could see the skepticism in her eyes, the way she measured me, questioning if I was sincere.
Even if I had to explain to her that Kane faked the photos just to push her out of his life, I didn’t.
She needed to find the truth herself, see it for herself.
And when she did… the storm would be unstoppable.
From what I observed, Diana isn’t any ordinary
woman.
She was the dream every woman in this wretched city would kill for or used to be.
Until her sister Lauren swooped in and stole what was rightfully hers.
Poor Diana.
Had Lauren been competent enough to play her role, I wouldn’t have needed to step in.
But she failed.
Miserably.
Diana’s rage was now mine to harness.
And I intended to mold it carefully.
I watched her examine the contract, every line, every word, as if she were searching for a trap.
“How long will this marriage last?” she asked quietly, eyes fixed on the white pages.
A question I had been anticipating.
“There’s no exact timeline,” I said, leaning back, hiding my smirk. “Or do you think a year is enough to ruin your ex-husband?”
Her gaze lifted, steady and piercing, measuring me.
The kind of look that could strip a man bare if he wasn’t careful.
She slammed the papers down. “This isn’t just about revenge, Mr. Adrian. I need boundaries. I need a timeframe.”
I paused, pretending to think. In reality, I wasn’t. For the timeframe? I wanted forever.
Her fury, her fire, her determination forever. I wanted her completely. I wanted Kane to burn under the full force of what we were about to unleash.
I said, “Long enough to satisfy your thirst for damnation.
As long as you need to reclaim what’s yours.”
She nodded solemnly, holding back tears I could see glinting in her eyes.
That fragile, burning light the part of her that had endured so much was what made her dangerous.
She would break Kane. And we would do it together.
“He never deserved it,” I murmured, thinking of the betrayal, of his abandonment, of everything he’d done to Diana.
Five years of lies, pretense, and distance all undone in moments by his own arrogance.
I watched Diana glance over the contract again, flipping pages meticulously, her mind hunting for deceit. Her precision impressed me.
She wasn’t naïve.
She wasn’t fragile.
She was lethal, in her own way.
“Is that why you chose me for this… scheme?” she asked, lowering her voice.
I hesitated, weighing my words. I could tell her the full truth, but it would make her a second Kane and I wasn’t ready to share that risk.
I lied. “It’s not about that.
Not about you.
Not yet.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowing, suspicion simmering, but she let it go… for now.
“I need to go far away from here,” she muttered, almost to herself.
Her voice carried the weight of defeat, of fear, of something I could manipulate.
“You’ll need a new ID for that,” I said casually.
Then I added, “Running away has to be on my terms, Diana.”
Her laughter was sarcastic, sharp, running a hand through her hair.
Frustration radiated from every motion.
“That’s why you’re my husband, Mr. Adrian,” she scoffed, her eyes dark with controlled fury.
“You get what you want. I provide what you need. Simple.”
I studied her closely.
I had underestimated her, assuming Kane had broken her completely. I was wrong.
She was broken, yes but only the fragile part.
The woman before me now had rage boiling in her veins, her voice cold, measured.
Her eyes darkened with one thing, revenge.
She had transformed into someone else.
A vengeance queen.
A raging storm.
I cleared my throat, forcing my mind back to the task. “What do you need?”
Her smile was wicked. “Now, you’re asking the right questions, husband.”
She leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “I need him to beg for mercy.”
That was the promise I had waited for.
I nodded slowly, letting the tension settle between us.
The plan was set.
Phase two was complete.
She leaned back, breathing evenly now, waiting. Expectant. Dangerous.
I signed next to her name on the contract, sealing our pact. The hardest part was done.
“Your connection to Kane… why you?” she asked cautiously.
I exhaled, scratching my head, letting a casual smirk creep in. “Oh, we used to be… close. Until he sold his loyalty for… convenience.”
“Wait Kane had a brother?” she asked, puzzled.
I shook my head. “Not by blood. But close enough to be one.”
Her eyes flicked down, absorbing the words.
Kane never shared anything least of all with her.
“He stole from me, ruined our business… destroyed everything,” I continued.
The weight of betrayal made my chest tighten.
Diana noticed, handing me a glass of water, her expression fleetingly soft.
I caught the brief concern in her eyes. A moment of vulnerability.
I nodded silently, swallowing the water, letting the tension simmer.
“Is that why you chose me?” she asked again, quieter this time, fingers digging into her palms, anxiety barely contained.
I couldn’t tell her everything. Not yet. Not now.
“It’s more than that,” I said, deliberate, letting the truth remain hidden. “But it has nothing to do with you. Not yet.”
Her hands fell into her lap. “I need to leave this place… far away,” she whispered.
I paused, savoring the moment. “Then you’ll need a new identity,” I said slowly. “Running isn’t escaping… it’s my terms. Always mine.”
Her laugh was bitter, laced with frustration and fire. She ran a hand through her hair, emotions raw.
“I’ll give you what you want,” she said finally, voice low, eyes locking on mine. “But know this: I am not weak.
Kane didn’t break me completely.”
No. He hadn’t.
But together? We would ensure he would never forget the cost of his actions.
Her fingers curled around mine, a silent acknowledgment. The storm was ready.
Her eyes gleamed, a dark promise in the quiet room.
“Now… tell me, husband,” she whispered, leaning closer, “how badly do you want him to beg?”
I smiled. The game had begun.
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