Chapter 3 - They Meet Again
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Monica stared at her reflection in the mirror. She's wearing a bloody red gown with such a high slit on both sides showing her long and firm legs. Her perfectly round breast was almost peaking through out the silky fabric and her n*****s were perking. She didn't even bother to wear any bra. And when she turns around her sexy back was fully exposed. Showing too much skin in the party is such a great pleasure for her. She will draw too much attention from the crowd later.
Her hair was clipped on the other side showing her long sexy luscious neck. Her make up was a combination of dark and gothic. Her lips was so red adding emphasis to her fair white skin. She's undeniably beautiful. And scorchingly hot with her outfit.
She also wear a hair pin that is convertible to a knife. She's all ready.
Perfection! She exclaimed in her head as she saw her over all appearance. She's not carrying her own chair, it's the truth. Ever since her reborn, she changed so much and became more beautiful than before. Plus the power she held right now is incomparable.
After 8 long years, she will now has the chance to see them again. She bet, they will be surprise when they see her.
A knock on the door draw Monica's attention and in a swift seconds she was already at the door and she opened it.
"What?" her voice doesn't hide irritation as she ask the person who knocked earlier.
"Your McLaren is already in the driveway, Mistress." The man answered as he lowered his head as a sign of respect to her.
"Good. Don't let the control room unattended. I don't want any trouble when I get back. Do you understand?" Monica strictly ordered and looked at the mirror again.
"Yes Mistress. Two black Range Rover who will escort you has been prepared and already waiting for you outside. They will be your companions for tonight." The man respectfully answered while still bowing his head.
"I don't need companions or anything. But thanks, you keep the good work." Monica praised him and she left with her head held high and as she walked gracefully and sexily.
She then glide to her McLaren and drove it away. She has plenty of cars in her collection. From Ferrari to Lambhorgini, Porche to Bugatti, name any kinds of super cars and she has it. She's freaking wealthy and powerful. From designer's shoes and bags to signature clothes and expensive jewelry, she has everything a woman wish for.
She's not only living a luxurious life but she's living the dream of every woman. The body, the beauty, the brain, the power, and the wealth. She already has everything and she couldn't ask for more.
A few minutes has passed by and she's already at the venue. She stepped outside her McLaren, an usher welcomed her and was mesmerized by her beauty.
Monica just winked her eye and handed the key to the usher as she ascend inside the hall where lots of influential people are gathering.
Monica eyes roamed around and landed on a guy who she never see for the past eight years. A demonic smile appeared on her face. She grabbed a glass of whiskey and walk through the man.
The crowd went silent as she walked to the center. Her every move was very sexy and the way her hips swayed was very sultry. Also adding to it was her long firm legs that was showing as she walks.
Definition of sexy? Monica.
All eyes are on her including the man who betrayed and murdered her, ages ago. When she reached their distance Claire smiled seductively at the man.
"Long time no see, Sebastian," she called his name in a very sexy way with a smile plastered on her face and looking intently at the man's eyes.
"Monica? Y-You're here?" The man said in oblivion as he stared back at her shocked and surprised.
"Yes. I am here Sebastian." Monica seductively answered biting her lip and as she swirl her glass of whiskey in her hands and still looking at the man.
She did something that made the man nose bleed that he almost lost his balance. Monica just smiled and turned her back on them.
Such a weakling.
Monica was a little bit disappointed with the outcome. She never thought she could inflect such pain easily as that to him. She expected more of him.
Oh, she forgot. He's just a mortal.
How boring. She keeps on blabbering in her mind. Very disappointed. She couldn't even have a little bit of fun and play with them.
"What a poor guy." A masculine voice catches her attention that she turned her head to see who was it.
"Excuse me?" Monica acted like a b***h and raised her brow.
"Resentment will bring you no good miss. Revenge is only for the weak. You have your power while they don't. Move on and empty that resentments of yours." The man interjected that made Monica very annoyed and irritated.
"Who the f**k are you? Don't try getting in my way. I will not hesitate to kill you if you do." She threatens the man but she earned a chuckle from him.
Monica's brows furrowed as she stared at the man. At that moment she seems to recognize him a bit, but she hardly remembers from where.
"One day you will know who am I, Monica." And the man disappear into thin air.
"In time," she heard an echoing voice that made her hands form to a fist.
She's annoyed because she wants to remember where she saw that guy but she hardly remembers. He seem so familiar to her which is absurd because she just met the guy.
Whoever that may be. He's not ordinary. He might be someone like me, and this is no good. Monica uttered in her head.
In such annoyance, Monica left the party early without having any bit of fun at all. Her mood was ruined because of that guy which was bothering her mind.
Whoever that was, she's interested in knowing more about him and she will find him.
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