Nemesis Chan の小説・ストーリー

Nazima chuckled, she felt pain all over her body, but she suppressed it and did not even show it on her face. Chan trained her well, he taught her that pain is only a reminder that she was still alive and should embrace it. Thinking of how much weakness she showed when she was being tortured, she couldn’t help but think all her training was for nothing. That she disappointed Chan who spent years training her and preparing her for this.

"Don't come any closer, you murderer!" I suddenly became angry. Why was she even blaming me for what I didn't do. "I didn't kill your sister! So how am I a murderer!?" She stood vibrating with temper, her fist clenched and her eye blazing. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She furiously went to the table and sent everything on it crashing onto the tiles. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She repeated, fuming angrily. "If you didn't kill her, then I did. I killed my sister. I killed her! I fucking killed Layla!" Her body shuddered violently as she broke into tears. "I killed the young innocent girl!" She said in a quiet whisper.

a lady yelled at her. “F_ck you, bi_ch!” she yelled back at the lady and zoomed off. As she drove home, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing out loud. Things were going exactly as she wanted, and she couldn’t wait to start her main vengeance.

He seemed unable to hold back and suddenly said, "Ms. Leeman, I know everything the public is saying today is false! You're not like that." I wondered, 'The public?' Quinton clicked on a trending article titled: [Wilson Real Estate's Mrs. Wilson, Vanessa Leeman, Failed the Scheme with Her Lover, Charles Chase, and Lost Both Her Reputation and Fortune!] The article had nearly three thousand words, stating how I had hooked up with Charles and staged the kidnapping.

What was she doing here? "Aren't you satisfied yet? You must be surprised now to find out that I'm still alive." I bickered. She moved closer, hovering over me. "It's not over yet, Aryna Elfold." She growled, her taunting tongue ready to bicker more. "I'd never stop until you're dead and out of this world." "You pushed me to the road, yet you lied to Ryan that I committed suicide. You're a devil, Gina." My voice shook with fury as I hissed through clenched teeth, "you would always play to be the victim but I would make sure you and Ryan pay for everything!"

Chan took a sip of the cold water beside her and then said, “Well, as you know, my full name is Chandra Chandler. I’m a Kiwi. Well, half Cambodian, half Kiwi.” “Yes, I can tell from the accent. I like the Kiwi accent. And the half Cambodian part. I like that. So is your mom Cambodian or your dad?” “Mom,” Chan said. Jeremy continued with his questions.. “So why did you decide to move to Australia?” Chan’s face suddenly paled, and her gaze froze on his face. Jeremy noticed. He instantly knew he was stepping onto dangerous ground. Chan lowered her eyes, and suddenly her stomach tightened. She frowned and told herself to calm down. She needed to get ahold of herself.

Damon’s POV: My nemesis. That was the label I had pinned on her the moment I realized I couldn't ignore her existence. She wasn't an enemy in the traditional sense—she didn't carry a gun or plot my downfall in the dark—but she was the one opponent I could never seem to beat. She was the glitch in my life, the persistent static in my frequency. My downfall. My undoing. It all started on December 31, 2012. That was the first time I actually stood in the same room as her. I was eleven years old and she was nine. It was a New Year’s Eve dinner.

Except for Chan. She is different. Obedient. Eager to impress me. In the three months we’d been fucking, she has never once spoken about feelings or asked for more. She understands the rules. And that’s exactly why I can’t lose her now — or the bet. I have to win. If I lose Chan, where do I even start again? If I go for another girl, how can I be sure she won’t catch feelings and want more? I can’t deal with that shit again.

“Then it’s time I reminded the world who I am.” __At nightfall | Abandoned Broadcast Tower, Namsan__ The feed blinked to life. Every major network in the East Pacific caught it. A woman in white stood at the edge of the broadcast room, face half-shrouded, voice sharpened by purpose. “This is Chaewon Kim.” “I was born in a lab built on lies. Raised in a house that traded blood for power. I was auctioned, beaten, manipulated, and hunted. And now I have one message for the ones who are watching.”

Miles said, her uncertainty evident. I nodded and then turned to Veronica, who appeared perplexed. "Hold on, I can't believe this. What are you doing here, Veronica? I'm certain you're Veronica! You're alive!" Her voice suddenly escalated, drawing the attention of onlookers. I shook my head rapidly. "I'm not Veronica, ma'am. My name is Empress Chan—" "Do you really expect me to believe you?! You should be six feet under by now! You should be behind bars!"