COLD REVENGE'S
Part 1's. Herron Family
...**The sky was once full of warm sunlight even in winter**....
...But now the joy of the summer sun cannot make my heart heal from the winter....
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I looked to my left. The man was Herron's son, Charlie Herron his third son. Handsome, playboy, rich, chase women, and he makes good use of it. Look at the hordes of beautiful women that surround him and his friends. I saw him with disgust.
A rich man can do anything to protect his money.
"Interested in the crowd Miss. You seem interested in joining." One arrived beside me. He seems to be watching me.
"Who are you, I just watch rich people spend their money, it seems exciting?" I sat at the bar myself noticing the noise. Another man was sitting next to me. Handsome, manly, hard-faced, this one who's a bit of an adult may be almost 35.
I smiled cynically at him, maybe this guy is looking for a date, he saw his own beautiful woman here
"Hmm, yes they have a privilege, but you also have that privilege."
"You mean?"
"You're prettier than the women there." I laugh.
"Hmm all men seem the same they think beautiful women have previledge."
"We are visual creatures. You can't blame us. Can I buy you a drink?"
"No. Not used to buying." Now he's smiling.
"I'm not trying to start a war by saying you have a privilege. Some say it as a compliment."
"Unfortunately I don't like to be praised that way. I know you didn't start a war." 30 years of my life I've never liked anyone who saw me as a pretty girl with a purpose.
"alright. I'm sorry, if so."
My eyes glanced back at the group of rich men.
I know the woman right next to her, the famous beautiful model who is the most desirable lingerie model in the world.
"Why do you keep seeing them."
"There's an interesting woman there."
"I think you're interested in women." I immediately grimaced. It's up to him to think about what. It's good he thinks I'm happy with women, I don't have to take the trouble to get rid of them again.
"She's so beautiful, Diana Hugh."
"Hmm.yeah."
"You ever met him? Sir... "
"My name is Thomas, no. All he could get to know was the owner of the money. Like that guy and his friends, you don't know him? You smell here?" He only mentioned his first name without a last name
"You can call me Tara, yes I'm new, ...." L saw. "Who is that guy?" I pretend I don't know them.
"Charlie Herron's. Owner of Herron International. Forbes Family. The rich man is immortal to his grandchildren." Thomas explained casually.
"Hmm, it turns out so. Rich people it turns out, very rarely a generation that is famous to grandchildren, even though there are. It's so rich it seems, it deserves so many admirers." I took a sip of my whiskey sour. Bitter and sour, burning, just sweet, mixed with vanilla and caramel from whiskey, I wonder why I like it.
The family that broke my family apart and fell apart. All those years I lived in New Jersey fighting to get back here. If you make my family a mess. I can too... I've been preparing for this for a long time.
It starts with your son Charlie Herron. This playboy fuck doesn't have any morals. He will be my first victim.
Mr and Mrs Herron, sit down sweetly, the show is about to begin.