LYRA

They say revenge is a dish best served cold.

They say when your enemy least expects it, when they believe they are on top....that's the best time to strike. Strike hard. And strike without mercy.

"Congratulations Governor Ward," I clapped, smiling as I walked in my black dress.

My hair fell down on my shoulders in wavy curls. The leather fabric glimmering in the lights. Kelvin looked like he had seen a ghost. He believed that he had finally gotten what he wanted....Me. But he was wrong. No man could claim me. Not while I had my own free will.

"You look ravishing in that suit. I almost did...