11: Sweet Taste Of Revenge

JONAS POV

I watched Asher's face as he saw Lisa for the first time. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped slightly, and his breath caught in his throat. He looked like he had seen a ghost. And in a way, he had. Lisa was the ghost of Kiara, the woman he loved—the woman who had chosen him over me. The woman who had broken my heart without a second thought.

I reveled in the sweet taste of revenge, a surge of power pulsating through my veins. The sight of Lisa, Kiara’s doppelgänger, was a torment to Asher, a deliciously cruel thorn in his side that would pierce his heart more deeply than any blade.

No joy could compare to the satisfaction seeping through me. I was awash with a rush of power and pleasure, relishing in the knowledge that I was causing him pain and that I was the architect of his suffering.

I had been plotting this for what felt like an eternity, ever since the day I stumbled upon Lisa amid the bustling human village. She was the ideal instrument for my vengeance, the flawles