Yesâ¦Dominique wanted revenge. Revenge against men who thought that their power meant they could get away with anything. Revenge against men who lied and cheated and broke promises. Revenge against a patriarchal system that rewarded them.
Sheâd never tell anyone how sheâd cried that night after finding out the truth about Bertonâmore from humiliation than heartbreak. Sheâd gone through a carton of ice cream and deleted all of his images and messages from her phone, angered by all the wasted hours. Sheâd played it cool with her mother, but inside she burned. She hated men. They were liars and losers, heartbreakers and cowards. She didnât need them and never would.
Her father saw a dutiful daughter to clean up his messes, her boyfriend saw her as something to get his leg over while he tried to climb the corporate ladder.
Revenge would be sweet and she was strong enough to fight and patient enough to get it. There was nothing she could do to Berton or her father, but she could make Kevin Jackson pay for what he had done to her sister. Although she was only four years older, Dominique felt as if many more years separated them.
Her mind still buzzed with rage at the story her sister had told them. It had been reckless of her sister to go to Kevin Jackson to try to persuade him to drop the lawsuit, but Gloria didnât always think things through. She could be flighty, but she had a good heart.
Initially Kevin had promised he would listen, but instead heâd seduced her, convincing her that their relationship was something real, toying with her heart until he captured it before tossing her aside and continuing with the suit anyway. Sheâd never seen her sister fall so hard for someone. Gloria had always had crushes and there were plenty of men in line to adore her. She had their motherâs trim figure and complexion and their fatherâs impeccable taste in clothes. She wore her hair in intricate braids that passed her shoulders. Dominique hadnât even known her sister was in a serious relationship until now.
Gloria wasnât one to settle down. At twenty-seven, she always said she wasnât ready. But somehow Kevin Jackson had convinced her to keep their relationship a secret and had broken her heart in the process. Heâd used her little sister and she wouldnât let him get away with that. Her plan wasnât clear yet, but she needed to take action. She would not let her sister be a victim to a heartless playboy. Sheâd make sure his playing days were over.
Chapter 6
A braham Cartwright smiled as he glanced out the car window while his driver made his way through the DC traffic. He was so pleased by the phone call heâd just received that he started whistling a song his grandfather used to sing when he was working on an engine. He saw a tour bus stop and unload a group of tourists dressed for summer instead of spring, and watched a pigeon swoop down and grab a potato chip someone had dropped on the sidewalk. With Dominique on board, things would be okay. She was his secret weapon, even though heâd never let her know that. She wasnât an arrogant woman, but he didnât want her to know how much he depended on her. She was smart. Smarter than him in many ways, but not about people. He always had her in the dark and thatâs where he planned to keep her.
He pulled out his phone and dialed. âGood job,â he said when the other line connected. âEverythingâs set. Sheâs out for revenge.â
Berton laughed a little uneasy. âI feel sorry for Jackson then.â
Abraham paused. âYou sound a little sorry for her.â
âYou didnât see her face. It wasâ¦I didnât think Iâd feel so bad.â
âGet over it. She will. She always has.â
âButââ
âBut what?â Abraham said in a sharp tone. He didnât take well to people challenging him. âAre you