She Was Just A Passionate Girl

It's been two hours since Vincenzo left the room. He heard from Jeff that Ariana was at the garden. He sat on his chair, tapping lightly on the table. He was holding some papers, his lips curled into a smirk.

He wondered what she would want to exact her revenge on that scum.

His riveting thoughts were brought to a halt at a soft knock on his door.

"Come in," he answered, coldly.

The door was pushed up and the elegant yet frail looking woman walked in. She had a face that was devoid of emotions. Vincenzo knew what she had come for the instant their eyes met.

"I need your help," she simply said, still staring at him.

"I am glad you came to ask for my assistance at last. Moreover, that was our deal and we sealed it already," Vincenzo smiled at her.

Ariana looked up at the finely chiseled face of the man she married for revenge. Although his words were shameless, it was the truth. The criteria was to have sex with him and they already started. Why can't she start the revenge then?

So she