The Seed Of Revenge
Completed · chinemerem osakwe
My husband kissed my forehead tenderly just seconds before he pushed me off the cliff. I watched in triumph as my best friend, Tara, stood by his side, impatient to finish me off. I was naive, thinking I was a devoted wife, but I ended up sinking into the valley with sealed lips and a bundled body. I woke up two years later from a coma, only to realize the old me was dead.
To survive and plot my revenge, I had to sell my soul. I signed a contract to be the "plaything" of a notorious gang leader, Arthur King. I thought I was entering hell, but instead, I found a weapon. Now, five years later, I'm standing in a club in Paris, a gun tucked into my dress, staring at the man who killed me. Kevin is alive. Tara is here. And they have no idea that the cold woman watching them isn't a ghost—she's a nightmare wrapped in a black silky dress.
Arthur handed me the gun, his dark eyes gleaming with a promise of violence. "You're one hell of a lioness, Mrs. King," he smirked. I’m not just a victim anymore. I’m the woman who’s going to put a bullet in her husband’s skull. Let the game begin.
To survive and plot my revenge, I had to sell my soul. I signed a contract to be the "plaything" of a notorious gang leader, Arthur King. I thought I was entering hell, but instead, I found a weapon. Now, five years later, I'm standing in a club in Paris, a gun tucked into my dress, staring at the man who killed me. Kevin is alive. Tara is here. And they have no idea that the cold woman watching them isn't a ghost—she's a nightmare wrapped in a black silky dress.
Arthur handed me the gun, his dark eyes gleaming with a promise of violence. "You're one hell of a lioness, Mrs. King," he smirked. I’m not just a victim anymore. I’m the woman who’s going to put a bullet in her husband’s skull. Let the game begin.


