I am not invited. As I walked into the venue all I could see was a rich people with a fake smile and the wines in their hands. This is not something new I have grown up seeing these.  I am just like them. I have blood in my hand ,deep secrets hidden inside of me so do they. I would never say that they are wrong because this is how the world works. It is made full of lies. And I would never say it's wrong to lie when you want to achieve something and that's what I am doing exactly right now. Even though I'm not invited , the trust of revenge drew me here

As I took another step and  I was welcomed with the sweet wine, taking it in my hand I walked towards the table near theFront stage. Standing over there my eyes so only searching for my Prey I knew for a fact he  would be here.

I  spotted my nemesis. A torrent of memories, each a fresh wound, flooded in my mind.  I  gripped the chair, knuckles white, the urge to lash out a physical manifestation of the storm within. A cold fire ignited in my gut. It flared hot and fierce, threatening to consume me. But I shoved it down, buried it beneath a mask of nonchalance. Every muscle tensed, a silent scream trapped within. This wasn't the time. I had to be a ghost, unseen and unheard, until the moment arrived. He walked on to the stage with the proud smile but God I know the things that he did. And then.....

I saw something that made me forget everything around me. It was as if the world had melted away, leaving only that singular, breathtaking vision in its place. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with the realization that my life would never be the same. Time seemed to stand still, suspended in the moment of revelation, as I stood transfixed by the mesmerizing sight before me.

She walked onto the stage with an air of haunting elegance, her presence commanding the dimly lit room. Her raven-black hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, contrasting sharply against her pale, porcelain skin. Her eyes, a deep and enigmatic shade of violet, held a mysterious allure, promising secrets hidden within their depths. She wore a form-fitting, dark crimson gown that flowed like liquid velvet, accentuating her every movement with a sinister grace. Her lips, painted a bold, blood-red, curled into a knowing smile, hinting at a dangerous charm that drew him in, unable to resist the dark romance that she embodied.

As I saw her, the only thought that consumed my mind was how to make her mine. It was a fierce, unyielding desire, a primal instinct that eclipsed all reason. Every fiber of my being yearned to bridge the chasm between us, to claim her as my own. The world faded into a blur, leaving her as the singular focus of my obsession. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating allure of her presence and the relentless drive to possess her heart.

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she started to talk about David THE GUEST MY ENEMY and welcoming him with a smile that would have once ignited my ire. Yet, I didn't mind it because I was captivated by the sound of her voice. Each word she spoke, regardless of the subject, was a melody that resonated deep within me. Her voice was a siren's call, pulling me further into her spell, rendering everything else insignificant. In that moment, her words were less important than the sheer enchantment of hearing her speak.

I have only one regret in my life: that I wasn't able to be with my father when he needed me most. I carry that burden with me every day. But I refuse to add another regret to my heart by letting her slip away. The thought of not making her mine is unbearable, a shadow that threatens to darken my soul forever. I am determined to seize this chance, to grasp the fleeting opportunity of love and make it mine, no matter the cost.

I just couldn't take my eyes off her. Her

presence was a mesmerizing force, captivating me in a way I had never experienced before. As I stood there, lost in the depths of her gaze, time seemed to slip away unnoticed. The world outside of her faded into insignificance, and with it, the burning hatred and meticulous plan to kill my enemy. In that moment, she became my everything, and my vengeful intentions dissolved like mist in the morning sun.