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And it worked
Zeus fell into my trap with open arms and closed eyes But now? Now that mig little phoenis Savannah was rising again–this time with the one man who never looked my way
She didn’t just take Zeus. She took Dominik too
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She thinks her past is clean? She thinks her future is safe?
No.
Not if I have anything to say about it..
So I dressed like revenge–wine colored silk, perfume soaked in old power, red lips that could bleed a man dry.
I invited him under the guise of a business deal.
He arrived. Amused. Smooth. Unbothered.
“Dominik,” I purred, crossing one leg over the other, “I have to admit I didn’t expect you to bite the leash so quickly.”
He raised a brow, “Should I be insulted or flattered?”
“I just thought men like you could smell betrayal”
He smiled faintly. “And yet here I am”
I leaned closer. “You really think Savannah’s yours? That she’s loyal?” “Why wouldn’t 12”
I tilted my head. “Because she’s been fucking Zeus behind your back”
That made him pause.
“She’s been crawling back to him,” I continued, voice low, intimate. “Like a bitch in heat. Over and over. And you….what? You’re the prize she gets after spreading her legs for scraps?”
His smile vanished.
Good.
“You don’t have to believe me,” I said sweetly. “Just believe this.” I handed him the photos Phony Grainy. Perfect. Savannah on Zeus’s lap. Her mouth on his neck. Clothes half off Just enough shadow to blur the lies into something that looked real.
He studied them. Quiet. His jaw tightened. A flicker of something in his eyes.
“Yes,” I whispered, leaning in like I was sealing a secret. “She’s using you like she used all of And when she’s done? She’ll light a match and walk away like nothing happened.”
Dominik said nothing. I poured the whiskey.
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I poured myself a glass of Barolo, staring at the edited pictures still lying on my desk.
Pathetic.
Zoraya was unraveling thread by thread, and she didn’t even see the needle in my hand. She wanted to ruin my engagement?
Oh sweetheart. You should’ve ruined me when you had the chance.
Now? You’re just entertainment.
The invites went out like bullets dressed in silk.
Gold foil, wax seal, hand–pressed elegance. Dominik and I didn’t just announce a wedding–we declared war.
And for Zeus?
His came hand–delivered.
Luca picked the courier himself–Moretti gray suit, dead eyes, silence like steel. Inside the envelope: a polaroid of me in Dominik’s arms, laughing like history never happened. Lipstick still fresh on the photo. My handwriting on the card:
“You had seven years. He only needed seven nights.”
I didn’t have to imagine his reaction.
Two nights later, Viktor called. I picked up.
“Your fiancé’s ex is a goddamn disaster,” he said. “He punched a priest. Collapsed outside his father’s restaurant screaming your name.”
I sipped my wine. “So… he got the invite.”
“He’s ruining the family name. His father’s losing it.”
“Tell him to send Zeus flowers. I’m already planning the funeral for his pride.”
“Savannah…
“He earned this, Viktor.”
Pause.
“You don’t love him anymore?”
I smiled. “I loved the man I thought he was. Then he buried me. Twice.”
They said he got arrested outside the Bellagio.
Drunk, Raging. Whispering my name like prayer. Threw a bottle at a valet. Pissed on a Rolls–Royce that wasn’t his. His father disowned him. Again. Pfff. Publicly.
It was beautiful. A slow, perfect fall from grace.
He could’ve had me. But he fed me to fire. Now I drink from ash and wear the crown he thought I’d never survive to touch.
Later, I got his voicemail. Raspy. Slurred. Broken.
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“Savannah… please. I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I can’t breathe. Seven years, baby. Call me back Please.”
I listened once. Then again. Then I deleted it. No reply. No tear. He could’ve had forever.
Now? He doesn’t even get a response.
ZEUS‘ POV
