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She's a rose with thorns

WandererXXII
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Isabel Ricci had just return home early to surprise her husband,only to actually find him cheating with her best friend.To make matters worse,Isabel finds out her husband had never loved her in the first place and had married Isabel only for her inheritance money. Betrayed and heartbroken,Isabel swears revenge on the cheating couple. They had lied to her.They had deceived her,but she wasn’t anything easy.They have never seen her anger,what she can actually do. James Brown,Hannah Williams you picked the wrong person to mess with.Be ready for what’s coming your way.A Ricci never lets things slide. .... “I’ll do it.” “Huh?” “I also want to make them pay.”his golden eyes seemed like they were glowing in the dark,like a wolf waiting to pounce on his opponent. In this journey of revenge she wouldn't be alone.
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Chapter 1 - Betrayal

She was finally home.Isabel Ricci had just returned from her busniess trip and couldn't wait to give her husband an early arrival surprise.

Wearing a pair of black shades a maroon coat and a pair of black heels,dragging her luggage behind she exitedly continued the way to their apartment. She had a lot of work to do before her husband arrived,she had to cook dinner,decorate the place with candles for the perfect romantic dinner.Isabel could imagine his surprised face that would soon be replaced with a happy smile,he would then soon rush to her,hold her in his arms and then kiss her.Imagining this put a gentle smile on her face.James,amore,I'm home.

After scanning her fingerprint,Isabel entered the code and pushed open the door,suddenly her face froze because of the image infront of her.Scattered shoes and clothes belonging to a man and women were on the floor leading to a place.A bad feeling rose in her heart.Isabel didn't move,but only stood there staring at the clothes.She reckognized them.Those shoes belonged to him,her husband.

Isabel controlled herself not to rush in there crying,screaming and hitting the adulterous couple,but her eyes were getting mistier and mistier.She raised her shades to the top of her head,removed her shoes and walked quietly towards the path that the scattered clothes led.Her bare feet touched the warm floor,but inside she only felt cold.Then suddenly she stopped,her eyes stuck to the piece of woman clothing infront of her.Isabel's eyes got even mistier and her throat moved tring to surpress something.She reckognized that piece of clothing,in fact she had bought that piece of clothing.

It belonged to her.How could she do this to her?She thought they were friends.Is this what friends do?

But Isabel braced herself and refused to let the tears slide down,she stubbornly continued walking forward and soon the movements inside the room with a halfclosed door started being noticable.Hearing those shameful sounds a sudden impulse started engulfing,she was just about to rush in,but suddenly stopped.Her name had been mentioned inside the room.

She kept standing there infront of that door.Her bedroom door.Where her husband and best friend were enjoying themselves on that bed,her bed.The place she had been sleeping peacefully for the past 16 months of their marriage.They even mentioned her during their "quality time",suddenly a sneer came out of her mouth,it seems like she should be flattered.

While 'the rustling' happened a conversation was also heared.

"When will Isabel be back?" the womans panting familiar voice was heard.

After a groan a mans voice sounded "After tomorrow,so we have only tomorrow to enjoy ourselves like this."

"Why?Doesn't she satisfy you enough?"

"How can a boring woman like her compare to you?If anything she's good at it's being a money bag."

The woman used a coquettish tone "You're saying this only to coax me."

"Would I ever lie to you?You real well why I married he.If her grandfather didn't leave her all that land and money,I wouldn't even glance at her."the movement started getting more vigorious.

Isabels knees became weak.She took a few weeks steps back and supported herself with the wall on her side.She slid down and finally the tears started escaping from her eyes.He had never loved her.This wasn't just an impulse of the moment,but something that had been going on for years,even before her marriage.Everything was a lie.He had never loved or even cared for her,she was just a bank for him.

She covered her mouth with both hands to stop the cries from coming out,but nothing could stop her grief.She weakly crouched like that,all the pride of a heiress had dissapeared like that leaving only a weak,hurt and lonely young woman.

Suddenly the womans voice was heard again from the room interrupting her cries.

"If only that woman could stay away from you for a few more days.We would be doing more things together.Why doesn't she stay away for longer at least until that husband of mine came back?"then the womans yelp of pain was heard.

"I've told you to never mention another man when you're with me."the man said with annoyance.

"Why does it matter when I only love you?"the woman giggeled "Say you love me."

"I love you." The man replied.

"Too dry.Again."

"I love you."

Listening to the movements getting more and more lively and the repeated 'I love you's was like getting continuesly stabbed for Isabel,but suddenly no more tears were sliding.Her gaze was blank and all her senses slowly had went numb.She stood up and quietly got closer to the door.She took her phone out and started taking pictures and videos for a few minutes until the movements stopped.She then turned away and headed to the door taking her shoes and luggage.

She turned her head behind staring at the house,then put on her shades and left the building.Her heels clicking against the cold floor her steps getting more and more aggressive .

They had lied to her.They had deceived her,but she wasn't anything easy.They have never seen her anger and what she can actually do.

James Browns,Hannah Williams you picked the wrong person to mess with.Be ready for what's coming your way.A Ricci never lets things slide.