First Act of Vengeance
I ran my finger along the rim of my champagne glass, watching Damian from across the ballroom. He stood by the grand fireplace, laughing, completely unaware. He had no idea that while he was celebrating, his empire was already starting to crumble.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," a voice whispered near my ear. Javier. Always too observant.
I turned to him with a calm expression. "Maybe I am."
He studied my face. "You did it, didn't you?"
I swirled my drink and smirked. "Let's just say Damian's about to wake up to a nightmare."
Javier chuckled. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."
I looked back at Damian. Soon, his laughter would turn to anger and confusion. I had planned everything perfectly. He would think it was just bad luck or a betrayal from someone close to him. But he would never suspect me. Not yet.
The first crack in Damian's world appeared.
I sat at a café near his office, sipping my coffee. Through the glass walls of his building, I could hear his furious voice.
"What do you mean the deal fell apart? That contract was solid!" he shouted.
I took a slow sip, enjoying the moment.
"Sir, the investors pulled out at the last minute. Someone gave them proof that—"
"I don't care! Find out who did this! Now!" Damian roared.
I smiled. He was already panicking.
Minutes later, he stormed out of the building, shoving past his assistant. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched into fists. He was losing control. Beautiful.
"Enjoying the show?" Javier sat across from me, grinning. "He looks ready to explode."
I leaned back. "It's just the first domino falling."
Javier whistled. "You're playing a dangerous game, Celeste. If he finds out—"
"He won't," I said calmly.
Javier smirked. "You always had a talent for destruction."
"Not destruction," I corrected. "Justice."
That night, I followed Damian unseen. He stormed through his office, barking orders and tearing through files.
"Someone is working against us," he told his advisor. "Find them."
The air was thick with tension. He was losing control. His empire, once untouchable, was crumbling.
And this was just the beginning.
Damian thrived on control, and watching him lose it was intoxicating. He canceled meetings, fired employees, and made desperate calls late into the night.
I should have been satisfied.
But I wanted him to suffer more.
I watched him from my penthouse window as he stood in the street, running a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face.
Javier leaned against the bar. "The great Damian, brought down by a woman. Poetic."
"This isn't about revenge," I said. "It's about balance. He took from me. Now, he pays."
Javier nodded. "What's next?"
I smiled. "We wait. The next move is his."
And soon, it came.
At dawn, my phone buzzed with a text.
We need to talk. Now.
I exhaled slowly, my heart steady.
Damian knew he was losing.
I made him wait an hour before replying.
Busy. Try again later.
His response was immediate. I wasn't asking.
I laughed.
Oh, Damian. You still thought you had control?
The tables had turned.
And this was just the beginning.