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"I WILL MAKE THEM ALL REGRET THE DAY THEY MET ME! I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN! AND I WILL MAKE THEM HATE THE DAY THEY THOUGHT OF BETRAYING ME!"
"You will, Sweetie. And I'll help you with that..."
Those were the last words Avery  spoke and heard before passing out in her bloody red wedding gown, on the same day she was supposed to marry her boyfriend from senior high school.
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Avery McCallum, the sole heiress and president of the McCallum Group of Companies, had her whole family wiped out on her wedding day. Framed for her grandfather's murder and stripped of her position, Avery vows to take revenge on those who wronged her. But her powerless state seems to mock her determination.

Enter Archibald Donovan. She used to hate the devilishly hot and narcissistic chairman of the A² Corp who also happened to be her older brother's best friend, but when consumed with the need to take revenge, she begged him to marry her in return for fulfilling a long list of conditions. Archie agrees, and a month later, Avery re-emerges as Ava Donovan, a rising actress and the wife of the most powerful man in the country.

With her newfound status, Avery systematically destroys her adversaries, uncovering dark secrets and hidden agendas along the way. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her new life, she must confront the truth about her family's past and at the end of it all, come back to him.
She owed him after all...
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EXCERPT
Archie's eyes darkened when he saw her stumbling out of the wine cellar, a bottle of wine in one hand and her night robe, in the other. She was literally half naked.
"Hey..." her greeting came out in a slur, and that was all he needed to know she was drunk. Very drunk, at that.
"Why?" he asked simply, knowing she would interpret his question as she usually did.
"I...I visited them today. The flowers on their stones were already wilted and...and...it broke me. I wanted to be happy and at the same time, I wanted to cry," Avery replied, inhaling short wisps of air before she continued, "Then I found the cellar."
"Did it work?"
She shook her head slowly in reply, lifting her head up in time to see a mischievous smirk curl on his lips.
"Don't be sad, Baby girl. I happen to know a way to make you cry and keep you excited at the same time," he said.
"Really?"
"Wanna try it, Mama?"
Avery nodded, slowly but firmly as he closed the distance between them.
As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure. 

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Avery's Game Of Revenge

Archie shrugged with obvious nonchalance.

"Doesn't matter. I'll say it anyway," he smirked. "Whenever you say the f word, your lips look like they are begging to be kissed."

"What...what the hell did you just say?"

"Exactly what you heard," Archie deadpanned. He had dropped the fountain pen in his hand few seconds ago and his blue eyes were now boring straight into Avery's brown ones.

While she stayed quiet, stumbling upon words to use as a perfect comeback at what he said, Archie rose from his seat and took out a face mirror from God knows where.

He placed it before her so she could see the reflection of her face.

"Repeat the word 'fuck' and you'll see I was right," he requested, schooling his face into a persuasive expression.

Avery closed her eyes and shut it tight, forcing herself to inhale short rasps of breath for the next few seconds. She wasn't the one to be murdered here today; Archie was.

Kissable Lips.