The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon)

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Finally, I could hold the woman I adored and loved without her having to worry about my marital status

or prying eyes that were quick to judge without knowing our story. Not that we ever cared but I knew

the fact that another woman was carrying my name deeply affected her

I tilted my head slowly and inhaled her fragrance 1 knew she was always mine, to begin with She

snelled lovely, but it was the deepest delight in the world when the court handed out the final divorce

judgment and I witnessed Thalia’s

tears.

It was a ten fold satisfaction over a greasy minute of org*sm on a chilly morning.

I was finally free of that old rug, it had taken five years of my life, five years that I would never get back,

but was well worth it. I went in with a collapsing company and emerged with a multibillion dollar empire.

I smiled at my remarkable achievement, which not even my astute father could have pulled off

beautifully.

That was why, tomorrow, he was holding a well deserved dinner in my honor. The idea of being on top

of the world made me smile.

When the woman on my chest turned to face me, my smile grew even bigger. Her hands slid down my

boxer as she rose to sit on top of me.

She inquired. “Are you up for another round?”

I was already knocked down and just groaned, implying that I couldn’t go another round. My smile

widened as I traced kisses all over her left hand while her right hand was busy in my boxer. With all of

the court appearances, the Last several days were extremely frantic.

Thalia was meant to get half of what I possessed, or rather, half of what I stole from her, in a typical

divorce. But because of my connections and her obnoxious signature, which was found all over the

place, including on a prenup that I forced her to sign without her reading it or knowing what it was.

I was able to get everything. I’ve never encountered a woman who was as foolish as she was. It took

years, but it felt like getting candy from a child. Everything I did would have been unlawful if I hadn’t

had the patience to wait.

“What’s on your mind?” Jessica asked while she stroked me. “Are you thinking about her?”

I was well aware of who she was referring to, but I preferred to remain uninformed. While playing with

her chin. I questioned, “Who?”

“The idiotic Harvard graduate,” she said, sending both of us into laughter.

“What do you think she is doing?” she asked.

I answered, “Probably weeping herself to death, that useless woman can cry a river.” To be honest I

didn’t want to talk about her. That was a chapter of my life that I flushed down the toilet. It was only

human to never look back at one’s flushed damp.

“Will the lawyer continue to feed her, she is a woman, and he can’t feed and keep her forever?” she

clarified.

“Can we just forget about her and not bring it up?” I retorted.

“Are you feeling bad. I mean, it’s just natural that you don’t want to talk about her,” she asked.

I nearly broke out laughing; if I had any remorse, I would have left her the garage or something. But in

the end, all I left her with was a plastic bag of clothing that was older than our fake marriage.

She deserved everything she got, and all I could wish for was that her foolish father was still alive. I

would have given millions to gaze into his wrinkled eyes as he wallowed in misery. It was all his fault,

and his brain-dead daughter was merely collateral damage.

Her crime was that she was a Nash and fell in love with me. A Nash had to pay for the horrors they had

intheted on my family, especially my mother.

“I don’t mind talking about her, it’s just that she’s not worth talking about. Don’t we have something

more important to discuss?” I inquired. She just stared at me without saying anything

Ilifted myself and kissed her on the lips agam as she smiled. I knew I was the luckiest man on the

planet to have her. “Perhaps the engagement celebration can be combined with tomorrow,” I proposed.

I could feel her stiffen across my body as she abruptly stopped stroking and moved off of me. Jessica

was a woman with refined taste and always wanted everything extravagant. I could see I had just

ruined our night by my premature proposal. But I needed a topic away from useless Thalia.

“Future Mrs Nelson has no intention of combining my beautiful night with your father’s useless party!”

she spat out. “Every part of our engagement will be grand,” she answered as she looked away

I got closer to her and started stroking her breasts. She pushed me in an irritated manner claiming to

be fatigued She was up for a smoother round only a moment before, but she became exhausted due to

my proposal

“Sweetheart. I was just offering a suggestion,” 1 explamed but received no response.

“Sweetheart I called again

“Just don’t make such a request to me in the future,” she said.

My phone biped and I crossed to the other side to check it. Thalia had picked up the plastic bag of her

clothes and left on foot, according to one of my neighbors. I thanked her and threw my phone aside.

To be honest, I wasn’t shocked that she didn’t try to break into the house or pursue me. She was a

loser who gave up without putting up a fight.

I’d always been curious as to how she got into Harvard and graduated at the top of her class at just age

twenty one Because the woman I married for four years behaved like a high school dropout. Worse, the

majority of dropouts were intelligent.

I shifted my gaze to the woman I had just p*sed. I hated it when I made her upset and had to beg

forgiveness. I inquired. “How many guests do you want at your engagement party?”

“Quality, not quantity, is the issue,” she said as she turned around. “I want the mayor and his wife, as

well as all the city’s top celebrities and millionaires. Bring them all here to witness your queen,” she

said sternly. Jessica was always a show-off. I was as well, but not to the extent that she was.

“Fine If inviting the president gets me the extra round you mentioned before, I’ll do it,” I said as I tried to

get between her legs She attempted to play hard to get, but she knew she was already wet from the

rubbing she had given me

earlier

She enjoyed such games, playing hard to get while constantly being aware of her flaws. Her breasts

weren’t as big or firm as Thalia’s, not that I was comparing, but deep, aggressive sucking was always

the key to her opening wide for

me.

I assaulted her breast one by one with the last ounce of energy I had left, till she began to mourn and

eventually opened up for me.

That was what I called living the life, making love to the love of my life, and being Ceo of a major multi

billion Biotech company.