Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
I’ve been waiting eighteen long years for this and I’m nearly at the end. I’m almost exactly where I always wanted to be—Andrew Ravenwood’s wife.
He was always supposed to be mine. I saw him first, I wanted him first, I gave myself to him first, but he wanted her. He wanted the one with the bubbly attitude, the one who kissed his ass and catered to his every need. She was weak. She was never strong enough to stand by his side. Never strong enough to stand by the leader of Dynasty. He picked the wrong girl and that bitch never let me forget it.
She took everything that was supposed to be mine.
Joke’s on her.
If she were alive now, I bet she would regret the day that she ever crossed me, but how could she? She’s dead. I made sure of that. Just thinking about it gets me hot. Poor little London Ravenwood.
It was all too easy to build my army and get inside Royston Carver’s corrupted little mind. Hell, it was even easier to get inside his bed. What a shame that little bitch had to go and slaughter him. He truly was a good fuck, much better than Harding.
His wife though, she really is a bitch, but what does it matter now? That was eighteen years ago and all I needed was to get on my knees just once and that man was putty in my hands. Though, I can guarantee that’s the last time his dick ever got sucked. Ida Carver is way too precious to get on her knees.
What a fucking fool. They’re all fucking fools. Since the second I had my twin sister and her husband slaughtered, every single person was gunning for leadership. I don’t know how they could have been so stupid to assume that I was not going to take the position for myself.
London Ravenwood was going to rise from the dead, but this time, her rule was going to be all mine. If only her little offspring didn’t have to go and set me back eighteen years. Just the thought of the hell I’ve had to endure from that girl has me grinding my teeth, but at least I know she was gifted her father’s strength and endurance. Her mother was far too weak to have given her any decent qualities.
But the bitch is dead now. I’m not going to lie, I’m salty as fuck that I didn’t get the pleasure of ending her life myself, but that’s on me. I let her slip through my fingers one too many times. I had no choice but to play her precious boyfriends against her.
It was all too easy. In hindsight, I wish it had been just that bit more challenging. I wish they had put up more of a fight, but those shallow-minded, Calvin Klein wannabes caved to my will all too easily. Betraying the one that they swore to protect came as second nature.
It was like watching primetime television. No, scrap that, it was like being the only girl in a fucking sausage fest orgy getting gang banged over and over again. Pure fucking bliss.
As much as I would have loved to see the life drain out of her eyes, watching the playback of her body being thrown into the air as the cabin exploded into flames around her was all too good. Those boys really do know how to put on a spectacular show. Granted, I never got to see her body, but that was never going to happen. Dead or alive, they were never going to hand her over.
All I know is that Dynasty would never have gone to the effort of such an extravagant funeral just to appease me.
Elodie Ravenwood is dead. The leader of Dynasty is dead, and now it’s my time to rise from the ashes. They know I am not London, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I will rise as my own true self and rule in my own image. Fuck Andrew Ravenwood. I don’t need him anymore.
I hold the power now. I am a fucking phoenix.
I mean, sure. The people of Dynasty are going to take a while to come around to me, seeing as I kidnapped their children from right under their noses, but it’s not like I was going to kill them or anything. At least, I hadn’t planned on it, but I knew they were safe … mostly.
Those doorknob guys were going to come for them. It was a guarantee that they would rescue their brothers and sisters while leaving Elodie’s body behind. It was only a matter of time, which is why I got my ass out of there before they got a chance. Though I have to admit, they really did a number on my guards, but they were expendable. I can rebuild my security and I will.