Chapter 12

Ugh, Victor! My blood boils just thinking about him. He's always trying to control me, manipulate me, and trap me in this gilded cage. And now he's taken Max away from me, the one being who truly understands me.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! He's a heartless creep, a monster with no empathy or compassion. He only cares about himself and his precious possessions.

But I'll show him; I'll make him pay for what he's done to me. I'll ruin everything he holds dear, right here in this house.

I'll start by destroying his precious art collection—those ugly paintings and sculptures he loves so much. I'll scratch the canvases, break the frames, and shatter the glass.

And then I'll move on to his clothes, his expensive suits and shirts. I'll cut them to shreds and burn them to ashes. I'll leave nothing untouched, nothing unscathed.

I'll ruin his books, his precious novels and biographies. I'll tear out the pages, rip the covers, and burn them to ashes.

And his furniture—oh, his precious furniture. I'll break the chairs, shatter the vases, and rip the curtains to pieces.

But that's still not enough. I need to hurt him more to make him feel the pain and suffering he's inflicted on me. I'll find a way to ruin his reputation, to sabotage his deals, and to destroy his business from the inside.

And then, maybe, just maybe, he'll understand the true meaning of pain and suffering. Maybe then he'll regret the day he ever crossed me.

But until then, I'll keep plotting, keep scheming, and keep ruining everything he holds dear. I'll make him pay; oh, yes, I'll make him pay dearly.

Ivy's hands trembled with rage as she began to put her plan into action. She started with the art collection, her fingers tracing the intricate frames before she deliberately shattered them on the floor. The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed through the hallway, a satisfying crash that seemed to reverberate deep within her chest.

Next, she moved on to the clothes, her scissors slicing through the expensive fabrics with deadly precision. She cut and slashed, the sound of ripping material and crunching threads music to her ears. She left a trail of destruction in her wake, a path of ruined suits and shredded shirts that seemed to scream out her defiance.

The books were next, their pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds as she tore them apart. She ripped out the spines, leaving the covers in tatters, and then moved on to the furniture. Chairs crashed to the ground, vases shattered, and curtains were torn to shreds.

Ivy's heart pounded with exhilaration as she surveyed the destruction she had wrought. It was a small revenge, but it was a start. And as she stood there, surrounded by the ruins of Victor's precious possessions, she knew that she would never back down. She would keep fighting, keep scheming, until she claimed her freedom and brought Victor to his knees.

But as she turned to leave, she caught sight of something that made her heart skip a beat. A small, leather-bound book lay on the floor, its pages open to a passage that seemed to leap out at her. It was a quote, penned in Victor's own handwriting, and it seemed to mock her very defiance.

"The greatest revenge is to outlive your enemies."

Ivy's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with a newfound determination. She would outlive Victor; she would outlast him. And she would make sure that he knew it.

Ivy's eyes blazed with fierce determination as she read the quote again and again, the words searing themselves into her mind. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, a newfound sense of purpose driving her forward.

She began to pace the room, her mind racing with plans and schemes. She would outlive Victor; she would outlast him. And she would make sure that he knew it.

She stopped pacing and looked around the room, her eyes settling on the ruins of Victor's possessions. She smiled to herself, a cold, calculating smile.

This was just the beginning.

She would ruin everything he held dear, everything he loved. She would destroy his business, his reputation, and his life.

And then she would walk away.

Ivy's heart pounded with excitement as she thought about the possibilities. She would show Victor that she was not to be underestimated and that she was a force to be reckoned with.

She would make him pay for what he had done to her and for the way he had treated her.

And she would enjoy every moment of it.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Ivy set to work. She began to make plans, to scheme and plot. She would take Victor down, and she would do it with a smile on her face.

The game was on.

And Ivy was ready to play.

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Victor's eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the faces of his employees and board members. The air was thick with tension, the usual confidence and determination replaced by fear and uncertainty.

"What do you mean, our secrets are out?" Victor's voice was low and deadly, his words dripping with venom.

His assistant Emily trembled as she spoke. "I-I don't know, Victor. But somehow, our rivals have gotten their hands on our latest designs and strategies."

Victor's face twisted in rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "Who did this?" he growled, his voice rising.

The room fell silent, everyone afraid to speak. Victor's anger was legendary, his wrath feared by all.

Finally, one of his board members, James, spoke up. "Victor, we're investigating. We'll find out who's responsible and"

Victor's laughter cut him off—a cold, mirthless sound. "You'd better," he spat. "I want to know who's been betraying me. And when I find out..."

He left the sentence hanging, but the implication was clear. Whoever had betrayed him would suffer the full force of his wrath.

The room seemed to shrink, the air growing thicker with fear. Everyone knew that Victor's anger was not to be trifled with. He was a man who would stop at nothing to protect his empire, and those who crossed him would be dealt with ruthlessly.

As the meeting adjourned, the employees and board members filed out of the room, their faces pale and worried. They knew that Victor's anger would not be easily appeased and that the consequences of betraying him would be severe.

Victor's eyes lingered on each face, his mind working overtime to uncover the identity of the traitor. He would find out who had done this and he would make them pay.

Oh, yes. He would make them pay dearly.

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