Revenge On The Scumbags

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Janice refreshed the page on her phone again but she couldn’t find what she was looking for. She did it again but it was showing ‘Page not found.’

Out of anger, she threw her phone against the wall and it smashed into different pieces. On hearing the sound, many maids rushed in.

“Are you okay miss??” They all asked in concern.

“Get the fuck out of my room you lowlives. Get out.” She screamed angrily.

They scampered out of her room in fear. But someone still stayed. She felt someone standing behind and she became angrier.

“Didn’t I say you should get out??” She asked angrily, her back was facing the person.

“Getting angry will do you no good.” The person said.

She turned back in shock.

“Mom.” She cried and ran to hug the woman. It was Samantha Hudson, her mother. She had been away for months for business.

“My baby. Did you miss me that much??” She asked engulfing her in a tight hug.

“You were gone for months mom, why wouldn’t I miss you? When did you get back??” She asked confused.

“This morning. I saw the news on the tabloid and rushed home. I see you and Tyler are making progress.” She sakd beaming with smiles.

“I wish mom. Tyler is still indifferent towards me after everything I’ve done to get him to like me. He treats me like trash.” She said walking towards her bed

“But what about the news? You guys were kissing.” She said sitting beside her on the bed.

“Well I threw myself on him to get that one shot. But did you know what he did, he threw me off him like he was disgusted by my touch. Even now, the pictures about us on the internet are all gone. No one is talking about it. I’m sure he has a hand in it. Also mom, he’s cheating on me.” She said in tears.

“What??? What did you just say??” She asked infuriated.

“I just found out. You know Rosalie Tucker?? The famous business woman everyone’s talking about?? She’s the one.” She said.

“You mean he’s cheating on you with that thing?? That husband snatcher??” She asked getting angrier each second.

“Yes mom. I saw them on a date together. He prepared a fancy date for her. Something he has never done for me. I don’t know what to do to Tyler to make him love me. Maybe I should just give up.” She said crying.

“What nonsense are you sprouting from your mouth?? After all the troubles I went through just to make him your fiancee??” Samantha asked.

“So what?? He doesn’t even acknowledge me as his fiancee. It’s embarrassing to force myself on someone that doesn’t love me.” She said.

“What if I say you don’t have to force yourself on him??” Samantha asked smiling evilly.

“What do you mean by that mom?” She asked.

“What if we just make that girl…. uhm what’s her name again?? She asked staring at Janice.

“Rosalie…. Rosalie Tucker.” Janice replied.

“Yes that girl. What if we make her look bad in front of Tyler and other people?? She asked.

“And if that happens, Tyler would hate her and leave her. Tell me you have a plan.” She said staring at her mother hopefully.

“I do.” Samantha replied and Janice screamed happily.

“I knew you’ll always come in handy. So tell me mom, what’s the plan???” She asked.

Samantha smiled and whispered into her hear.

“What do you think about that? Isn’t it perfect??” She asked staring at Janice.

“It is perfect but has loopholes.” She said.

“Like what?” Her mothee asked.

“Where are we going to execute our plan?? You know we need enough people to be there, including Tyler so him and the whole world can see what she did.” She said.

“With this.” Samantha said stretching out an invitation card.

“Tomorrow night, we’ll go to the party hosted by the Morrisons. I’m sure she’ll be there. Including Tyler. There, we’ll execute our plan.” Samantha said.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“But what if they don’t show up??” Janice asked.

“We just have to wait. Hopefully, they will.” She said.

“Okay mom. I hope your plan will work.” She said hopefully.

“It will. Now you need to dind a very beautiful dress to wear so you can your fiancee wouldn’t be able to take is eyes off you.” She said smilling.

“Okay mom. Let’s go shopping.” She said jumping off the bed.

“Easy there baby. Let me take my bath first, then we can go together.” She said and left the room.

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THE NEXT DAY

Rosalie stood in front of her mirror busy admiring herself. She was clad in a silver dress with a slit on the right leg. She looked really stunning.

She fixed her makeup and combed her coily hair. Her hair was so long that it stopped few inches above her butt. That was one of the reason people termed her as a goddess. She put on her jewelries.

She stood up and put on her silver heels. She stood in front of the mirror again.

“I look perfect.” She said beaming with smiles. She picked up her silver purse and went downstairs.

“Oh my God. Did an angel drop out of the sky??” Jasmine asked the moment she got to the living room.

“How do I look??” Rosalie asked twirling in front of her.

“Goegeous girl. Heads are gonna turn tonight.” She said smiling.

“You don’t look bad either. Is it because of Leonard??” She teased smiling.

“Is it bad to dress beautifully?? Are you even sure Leonard is going to be there??” She asked.

“Why not. His parents are rich so he would obviously be invited.” Rosalie said.

“Whatever. But I didn’t dress for him.” She said.

“Yeah yeah. If you say so. Where’s Alex??” She asked.

“He’s taking a nap.” Jasmine said.

“Good let’s leave before he wakes up.” She said.

They got into their car and the driver took off.

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AT THE PARTY

As they walked in, many heads turned like Jasmine predicted. No one could take their eyes off the two goddesses. Other ladies stared at them in anger and jealousy while men stared at them with eyes filled with lust.

Every guy wanted them, both and young. And every girl wants to be like them. They walked elegantly and took their seats. People couldn’t stop staring. While some where whispering.

“They think they are better than us. They just walked in like sluts and are stealing the attention of our husbands.” One said loudly getting Jasmine’s attention.

Jasmine turned to stare at the lady. It was a middle aged woman. She wanted to reprimand her but Rosalie stopped her.

“Just ignore her. Let her say whatever. Don’t create a scene.” She whispered to Jasmine.

Jasmine nodded and ignored her. Not after eyeing her angrily. The party went on. About thirty minutes later, Rosalie was feeling pressed so she excused herself to go to the restroom.

On her way back, someone dragged her into a dark room and caged her between his strong arms.

“Going somewhere??” She heard his deep husky voice and recognized him immediately.

“Tyler.” She said alarmed.

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