Revenge Rule #1- Your body is the sharpest weapon.
Every revenge story starts with a traumatic past or moment that changed the trajectory of their lives.
Lilac, Liliana. She'd lost count how many times those identities had overlapped to her, it was funny how all it took was one moment, one second for everything to come crashing down.
August 16 2000,
The day her life changed forever. She was Seven years old, the pampered daughter of the Vega Family.
The happiest she could ever be. But it all broke, like an illusion.
"Lilac."
She was deep in her thoughts when the sound of her name pulled her back. She turned sharply, eyes as sharp as daggers aimed at the doorway but softened instantly once she saw who stood there.
"Are you ready?"
"...no" She dragged her eyes away from the man leaning on the door, her uncle–Ezra, back to the ballet shoes in the corner.
Lilac drew her legs to her chest, pressing her face between them as her thick black hair sprawled over her form.
"I, just c..can't do this." She confessed her voice shaky.
Without offering any words of comfort Ezra sighed, "Why not?"
"Ballet was something I did for love, passion. It was my salvation and now I'm tainting it."
"No." Ezra left the wall striding towards her, "Not tainting it Lilac, you're using it to help you win a war. A war you've been preparing for the past 5 years."
She was silent. He was right.
After the pregnant silence Lilac said nodding, "You're right uncle, thank you."
His lips formed a small smile, "You're welcome."
Ezra left her, giving her a few moments to herself to prepare.
Her hands shook as she wore her ballet shoes but she didn't cry, she couldn't cry, not when it hadn't even begun.
As she did her warm up exercises outside she was being introduced, "Now let's welcome a special guest, she's considered the Queen of Ballet itself. Ladies and Gentlemen, Lilac Callen."
The red curtains lifted and there she was in a black ballet dress, paired with a red feathered mask that covered only the left side of her face—just enough to leave a trace of mystery and capture attention. She stood perfectly still with her eyes closed, only her chest rising in a slow breath as the music began, slow and sensual. Her black tutu (1) fanned around her with every movement. On the stage she captured not only the attention of the men but also the women, her movements exuded silent power laced with undeniable sensuality. You couldn't help being enthralled by her movements yet you wanted to look away at the same time.
Her eyes snapped open the moment the music got faster, her eyes were one one person and one person alone–Alexander Dey, the performance was set just to capture his attention, it was a bait for her first target.
Lilac…no, Lilian Vega was here to hunt and every fucking prey must be caught.
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Amidst the thundering applause Lilac headed backstage and changed her clothes.
Red, everything she wore was Red. Her dress was a double thigh-high slit red satin dress. With every gleam of light the dress shone and left enough room for imagination. After adjusting her make-up and tying her hair up in a messy elegant bun she put on her mask again.
Her uncle, Ezra Vega, was hosting a party to launch his new jewelry collections. He was the founder of EZV, one of the biggest and most popular jewelry brands.
Clutching her black bag Lilac stepped out of her room to meet the socializing crowd. Once she stepped into the room, the place went silent, not because of her beauty or the way she was dressed, it was her presence–it demanded respect and recognition.
She flagged down a waiter and grabbed a glass from his tray, holding the glass she casually scanned the room looking for her target. He was watching her.
Lilac's lips curled into a victorious smile around her glass..'Ah..men' she sighed.
After downing the glass she held her dress and headed over to his table.
Alexander Dey was a special kind of man—arrogant, indulgent, and deeply predictable, his whole life was a mess.
He was a married man in his early thirties, when he was in his mid twenties his parents arranged a marriage to his "childhood friend" However, Alexander had mistresses and boy was he not afraid to show his promiscuous lifestyle. Lilac pitied his wife a lot actually.
But,
His lifestyle was going to be his downfall
That, she promised.
1 Tutu:- it's a short fluffy skirt that ballerinas wear, usually with tights and a leotard.
Quick Author's Note: Finished writing this around 4 am and I was so excited lol, even though I'm so lazy I managed to type it all out. Hope you enjoyed reading it ^_^