REVENGE'S UNPLANNED LOVE

A grand entrance welcomes residents and visitors, adorned with lush landscaping and artistic water features. The building has state-of-the-art security systems to ensure privacy and safety for its residents.

High-speed elevators take residents to their private floors, where each unit has an open-concept layout and floor-to-ceiling windows that flood the space with natural light.

The living area has designer furniture and tasteful décor, creating an atmosphere of modern elegance.

The kitchen is a chef's dream, equipped with top-of-the-line appliances, custom cabinetry, and sleek countertops.

The bedrooms are spacious retreats featuring plush carpeting, expansive closets, and en-suite bathrooms with luxurious finishes and spa-like amenities.

To top it off, the condo offers a range of five-star amenities, including a fitness center with cutting-edge equipment, a sparkling rooftop pool with cabanas and lounge areas, a spa and wellness center, concierge services, and exclusive access to private dining and event spaces.

On the second level, Unit B2, a man and a woman sit in the living room, each with a glass of untouched drink. The atmosphere is tense, with an unspoken tension hanging in the air as they exchange guarded glances.

"Inquire within, my dear Ismarie. What is it that you desire? A refined gentleman with a voice as smooth as silk awaits her command.

Ismarie's gaze lingers upon the man before her, a figure of undeniable allure. In his mid-forties, he possesses a charm that transcends age, with golden-brown hair neatly cropped and a well-maintained beard framing his chiseled jawline. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of gray, hold a depth that seems to draw her in, captivating her with their intensity.

With features so finely sculpted, he embodies the epitome of handsomeness, a testament to years of dedication evident in the strength of his physique, honed through countless hours spent in the gym.

He is more than just attractive; he embodies allure itself.

Ismarie's voice carries a hint of resignation as she speaks, her words laced with disappointment and betrayal. "I anticipated such behavior from Liezel, my half-sister. She's been that way all my life. But Max... he blindsided me. He played me for a fool, and I refuse to let him escape it. I want him to pay for what he's done to me." Her resolve is palpable, fueled by a determination to seek justice for the hurt inflicted upon her.

The handsome gentleman's attentive gaze never wavers as Ismarie's hazel eyes darken with emotion, her words tinged with simmering anger that threatens to spill over. He observes the subtle shift in her demeanor, noting the tension that tightens her jaw and the faint quiver of her lips. With a silent understanding, he offers her a reassuring nod, a quiet affirmation of his support in her quest for justice.

Ismarie's anger and betrayal ignite a fire within her soul, "I will burn his whole damn house down if I have to. I will skin him alive! Hell, I will make him regret everything," she asserts, her voice tinged with steel as she exhales forcefully, her dark brown shoulder-length hair swaying with the motion.

Her determination radiates from every fiber of her being, a palpable force that propels her forward in her quest for retribution. With each sway of her hair, she signals her unwavering resolve to hold him accountable for his actions.

The gentleman's soothing voice interjects, a calming presence amidst Ismarie's storm of emotions. "Woah, woah, let's not get carried away," he says with a chuckle, his demeanor gentle yet firm. "We must tread carefully. Acting out of anger may not serve justice in the end. Let's devise a plan that ensures he faces consequences without jeopardizing your well-being." His words offer a beacon of reason amid her fury, urging her to consider the consequences of her actions.

Ismarie's laughter fills the air, releasing tension as she acknowledges her momentary lapse in composure. "I did get carried away, didn't I?" she admits with a chuckle, her demeanor lightening as she regains her composure. "But hey, I look great in orange," she adds, a playful glint in her eye as she flips her hair softly.

"I bet you do," he replies. The gentleman's response carries a subtle undertone, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that hints at a deeper meaning.

Ismarie breaks the eye contact, her throat clearing with a soft, hesitant sound. In that brief pause, she regains her composure, a subtle signal of her desire to return the conversation to safer ground.

"Anyway, thank you for patiently listening to my ramblings, Uncle Sean," Ismarie says, her voice tinged with gratitude as she offers a faint smile.

"Of course, Ismarie. Anytime," Uncle Sean responds with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting genuine concern and support. "Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. And if you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open." His affectionate tone conveys a familial bond, reassuring Ismarie that she is not alone in her struggles.

"I appreciate it so much," Ismarie expresses sincerely, her words imbued with genuine gratitude.

"But are you still going to call me 'uncle' even though you're no longer marrying my niece?" Sean asks, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

Ismarie chuckles softly at Sean's playful remark. "Well, I can call you Mr. Sean. How does that sound?" she suggests with a hint of mischief.

Sean leans in, resting his elbow on the table as he meets Ismarie's gaze with a playful glint in his eyes. "How about just Sean?" he suggests, his tone laced with flirtation. "Let's see if anything bad will happen."

Ismarie mirrors Sean's movement, leaning on the table and resting her elbow beside his. With a sultry gaze, she meets his eyes and nods in agreement. "Just Sean. Mm, it sounds practical. I like it," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Sean's laughter fills the air, a joyful sound that resonates with warmth and camaraderie. His eyes sparkle with amusement before speaking, "Let's go back to the plan before we forget our main goal, which is to get revenge," Sean suggests, his tone serious as he redirects their focus.

Ismarie's eyes widen in confusion at the unexpected pronoun. "We?" she asks, seeking clarification on Sean's inclusion in her pursuit of vengeance.

"Yes, do you think I want to miss out on all the fun?" Sean replies with a playful grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

His unexpected enthusiasm catches Ismarie off guard, but a flicker of amusement crosses her features as she realizes they're in this together.

"Mm, okay then, I will try to make it worth your time," Ismarie responds, a hint of intrigue in her voice as she considers the possibilities of their collaboration.

"You always make it, even if you aren't trying," Sean murmurs, his attention momentarily diverted to his phone as he speaks under his breath. Ismarie's gaze lingers on him for a moment, struck by the sincerity in his voice despite his distraction.

"I appreciate your help. Hell, if it were up to me, I would marry you today and have your baby by tomorrow." Says Ismarie jokingly, and Sean gasps at her in shock.

"What! When someone goes low, I go lower. No! ...I go deeper, six feet under the ground." Ismarie's resolve shines through in her response, and her determination is unmistakable.

Sean watches Ismarie in amazement, impressed by her unwavering determination.

Ismarie casually adds, "I'm not one to turn the other cheek if someone hits me. I don't act like a bigger person." Her straightforwardness is apparent.

'If someone slaps me, I ensure they cannot brush their teeth for a week. Sometimes even two weeks, it depends on how hard I punched them back.' Ismarie thinks as she grins from ear to ear.

Sean carefully ponders Ismarie's words before finally exhaling profoundly and saying, "Then let's do it." His serious expression indicates his readiness, and he means business.

Ismarie looks at him, puzzled, "Do what now?" she asks, her confusion evident in her expression.

"Let's get married." Sean's straightforward response catches Ismarie off guard.

Ismarie stares at him dumbfounded, realizing that her jest has taken an unexpected turn. She wonders why Sean seems so severe; after all, it was just a joke.

[24 HOURS EARLIER]

In the early morning, around 5, the atmosphere is serene. The sky is painted with delicate hues of pink and orange as the sun begins to rise, casting a warm glow over the cityscape.

The world awakens slowly, with the soft chirping of birds and the distant hum of traffic signaling the start of a new day.

In Ismarie's bedroom, the gentle light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. The air is cool and crisp, with a sense of anticipation for the day ahead.

As Ismarie stirs from her slumber, she feels excitement in her chest, knowing that today is the last day of being a free woman.

Ismare gazes pensively out the window, her radiant skin illuminated by the gentle morning sunlight, casting a soft glow on her sleek black shorts and fitted crop vest.

At 27, she's not just a vision of beauty but also a dedicated physician with an athletic build, her strength and determination evident in every graceful movement.

She strides back to her nightstand, grabbing her phone with purpose, intending to call her fiancé.

As Ismarie's fingers touch her phone, a soft smile graces her lips, thoughts drifting to Max Heart, her beloved fiancé. In his twenties, he seamlessly inherited his father's prestigious talent agency company, embodying a magnetic aura of success.

His short, curly golden-brown locks frame his face, complementing his captivating emerald-green eyes and slender, elegant physique, marking him as the epitome of charm.

Yet, beyond his captivating exterior, Max is a pillar of dedication and affection, tirelessly working to support and uplift Ismarie in every way imaginable. In him, she finds not just a partner but a soulmate whose love and devotion know no bounds.

Ismarie's first glimpse of Max at his uncle's party was captivating. As she navigated the gathering of medical professionals, her eyes fell upon him, standing tall and confident amidst the crowd. His presence seemed to command attention, his warm smile drawing her in effortlessly.

Despite her initial reluctance to attend the party, Ismarie couldn't deny her magnetic pull towards this intriguing stranger. Little did she realize that this chance encounter would mark the beginning of a love story she never knew she was destined to live.

Despite Ismarie's mother, Maria, harboring reservations about Max and repeatedly cautioning Ismarie that he's merely playing the role of a "goody two shoes," Ismarie's love for Max remains steadfast and unwavering. Despite the warnings, she trusts her judgment and follows her heart. Defiant against her mother's concerns, Ismarie embraces her decision to become Max's wife, confident in their love and the future they will build together.

Disappointed but understanding, Ismarie brushes off Max's voicemail with a soft sigh. She knows all too well the demands of his busy schedule and the countless responsibilities of running a talent agency. With a reassuring smile, she reminds herself that their bond is unbreakable, even in moments of temporary disconnection.

She gazes outside as the city begins to stir to life, with early risers going about their morning routines and the streets slowly filling with the hustle and bustle of daily activity. But in Ismarie's room, there is a sense of calm and stillness, a quiet moment before the whirlwind of the bachelorette party begins.

As she gazes out the window at the waking city below, Ismarie can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the beauty of the morning and the promise of the day ahead. With a smile, she knows that today will be a day she will never forget.

Ismarie bursts out of her bedroom and dashes eagerly to the guest room where her best friend Maya is sleeping, eager to wake her up and start the day together.

Maya and Ismarie's bond is a testament to the true meaning of friendship. From childhood companions to professional allies, they've navigated life's journey side by side, their connection growing stronger each year.

As physicians, they not only share a passion for healing but also a deep understanding of each other's struggles and triumphs in the medical field. Maya's personality, with its intriguing blend of shyness and mischief, perfectly complements Ismarie's spirited nature. With her olive skin, deep brown eyes, and lean, model-like physique, Maya exudes an effortless charm that captivates all who encounter her. Her distinctive grey and black hair only adds to her allure, reflecting her unique individuality.

Together, Ismarie and Maya form a match made in heaven, their friendship a source of strength, laughter, and unwavering support through life's ups and downs.

"WAKE UP, WAKE..." Ismarie's enthusiastic shout halts abruptly as Maya stirs and mumbles that she's already awake, her voice heavy with sleep.

Ismarie, with a playful tone, encourages Maya to "look alive," signaling that it's time to start the day with energy and enthusiasm.

Maya lets out a sleepy yawn before questioning, "Why are you waking me up so early?" It seems she's not quite ready to spring out of bed just yet. Well, no one is ready to wake up except for people going to work and the happy bride.

Ismarie's voice fills with excitement as she exclaims, "It's my bachelorette party!" Her squeal carries a mixture of joy and anticipation, setting the stage for a day of celebration.

"Isma, it's still in the morning. Besides, I'm planning to get drunk to the point where I wake up hanging in a bush outside the city. So please let me take off my body for now." Maya replies, pulling the sheets to cover her head.

Ismarie's expression shifts from excitement to momentary shock before she swiftly pulls the sheet away from Maya, eager to kickstart the festivities of her bachelorette party. "This is not your grandmother's bachelorette party!" She exclaims.

With confidence, Ismarie declares, "This is mine, me. Alive and unique." Her words convey a sense of self-assurance and individuality.

Maya tosses a pillow at Ismarie, who catches it with a grin. "Don't bring my grandmother into your madness," Maya retorts, her tone teasing yet affectionate. "She was a wise woman," she adds with a hint of nostalgia.

Ismarie takes a deep breath before reminiscing, "She was a wise woman. I remember her wisdom when she said, 'Those who laugh at unfortunate people, their teeth will fall out.'" A chuckle escapes Ismarie's lips before erupting into laughter, falling to her knees with delight at the ironic twist, considering Maya's grandmother had false teeth.

Maya joins in with a chuckle, finding humor in the memory shared by Ismarie.

Ismarie's voice softens as she reflects, "I loved that woman." Her words carry a depth of affection and fondness for Maya's grandmother, who was more like her grandmother, too.

Maya replies, "She loved you too, sometimes even more than me," she replies with a warm smile. Ismarie's heart swells at Maya's words.

As Ismarie and Maya sit together, reminiscing about Ismarie's grandmother, Ismarie suddenly interrupts with a playful grin.

"No more about MamJ," she declares, "let's talk about my bachelorette party."

Maya chuckles, leaning forward eagerly. "Oh, tonight we will paint the town red? It will be unforgettable!"

Ismarie nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Exactly! I want us to crash that karaoke bar downtown and belt out all those cheesy '90s hits, okay!"

Maya chuckles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Of course, I remember! I booked my spot the second you announced the wedding date. Tonight, you will not only be a happy bride-to-be but the queen of the dance floor. As for me, I plan to leave with three or four guys, and the number doesn't matter as long as I wake up tomorrow morning with a few regrets." she giggles and sticks her tongue out mischievously after her response.

Ismarie chuckles, "I'll make sure to tell Abby to keep an eye on you."

[THE MORNING BEFORE]

As Ismarie slices strawberries with precision, Maya expertly flips whole-grain pancakes on the griddle, their laughter blending seamlessly with the sizzle of cooking.

Maya glances over at Ismarie, a mischievous twinkle in her deep brown eyes. "So, spill the beans, Isma. How are you feeling about the big day?"

Ismarie smiles, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and nerves. "Honestly, Maya, I'm a bundle of emotions. But having you here with me makes it all feel more real and manageable."

Maya nudges her playfully. "Hey, what are best friends for? Besides, I can't wait to see you as the radiant bride you were always meant to be."

Ismarie's gaze softens with gratitude. "Thank you, Maya. I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a knowing smile, Maya replies, "You'll never have to find out. Now, let's finish up breakfast and toast to your happily ever after!"

"Absolutely," Ismarie replies with determination. "I need to also print out the vendor list, so you can help me by double-checking the payments."

Maya nods enthusiastically. "Consider it done! We'll make sure everything is in perfect order for your special day."

With a warm smile, Ismarie embraces her best friend tightly, feeling a surge of gratitude for Maya's unwavering support. She presses a gentle kiss to Maya's forehead, a silent but heartfelt thank you for being by her side through it all.

Savoring their wholesome breakfast, Ismarie and Maya sink into comfortable chairs, reminiscing about their shared memories.

With each bite of nutritious food, they travel back in time, recalling cherished moments from their childhood, their days in medical school, and the countless adventures they've embarked on together.

Laughter fills the air as they swap stories, their friendship growing deeper with each shared anecdote. In this cozy kitchen filled with warmth and love.

In the bright afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, Maizah quickly sends a text before joining Maya to pack their bags.

Maizah's fingers dance across her phone screen as she types, her expression focused. "Just sending a quick text to Max to let him know our plans," she explains, glancing up at Maya with a grin.

Maya nods in understanding, folding a few shirts neatly into her suitcase. "Sounds good. I'll finish up here while you take care of that. We've got a busy day ahead of us!"

With a determined nod, Maizah finishes her message and slips her phone into her pocket. "Ready when you are, May!"

As they cruise towards the hotel, the air is filled with infectious laughter and the upbeat melodies of their favorite tunes.

Maya adjusts the volume knob, the music filling the car with its lively rhythm, setting the perfect backdrop for their journey.

With each passing mile, their spirits soar higher, the anticipation of their adventure ahead palpable in the air.

As they step into the lobby to check in, Ismarie turns to Maya with a concerned expression.

"Oh, May, before I forget," Ismarie begins, "my mom will be arriving a little later. Did you make sure her room is far away from Dad's room as I suggested? You know how they always end up bickering when they're together? Even If their rooms are opposite each other they have the skill to sense each other's presence, somehow, it's quite scary"

Maya nods reassuringly. "Don't worry, Isma, I've got it all under control. I made sure to book their rooms on separate floors, just like you asked. No chance of any bickering this time!"

Ismarie exhales a sigh of relief. As she sighs, her thoughts drift to her half-sister, Liezel. "Have you seen Liezel at home?" she asks Maya, her tone tinged with concern.

Liezel is not just Ismarie's half-sister; she shares a complex bond with Ismarie as they are both products of a tangled family history. Their father, Larry, impregnated their mothers at the same time, resulting in the unexpected arrival of two daughters from different mothers.

Marie, Ismarie's mother, tried to salvage the marriage, but the strain proved too much to bear, leading to its eventual demise. Larry wasted no time in moving on, marrying Liezel's mother shortly thereafter.

Despite the upheaval in their family dynamic, Ismarie finds solace in the fact that her father, Larry, didn't forget about her. He continued to provide support for Ismarie and her mother, ensuring that they were taken care of despite the tumultuous circumstances.

Maya shakes her head, her brow furrowing slightly. "No, I haven't seen her around lately. Is everything okay?"

Ismarie's expression grows solemn as she recounts, "She's been distant lately, more than usual, barely returning my calls or texts.

Ismarie nods, a flicker of concern in her eyes. "I just want to keep an eye on her. When she disappears like this, things don't always go as planned."

The last time her sister vanished was before her engagement party. As Ismarie graciously accepted Larry's offer to host her engagement in his opulent home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Larry's house exuded elegance, adorned with sparkling chandeliers and boasting ample space to accommodate all her guests.

However, just as the festivities were about to commence, tension filled the air as Liezel, having mysteriously disappeared for a week, made a grand entrance.

With an air of entitlement befitting her status as a spoiled rich kid, Liezel wasted no time in making her disdain known.

With cutting remarks, she belittled Ismarie's guests, disparaging their attire and questioning the source of their wealth, all while shamelessly flaunting her father's affluence.

The once joyous occasion quickly turned sour as Liezel's outburst cast a dark shadow over the celebration.

Ismarie's concern doesn't lie with herself; rather, it's her guests who weigh heavily on her mind. They've set aside their responsibilities and commitments to partake in her joy, and she can't bear to see them subjected to discomfort.

Maya squeezes Ismarie's hand reassuringly. "We'll stay vigilant."

With a grateful smile, Ismarie nods in agreement. "Thank you, May. It means a lot to me."

As they each receive their room key cards from the receptionist, a sense of excitement fills the air. Ismarie and Maya exchange eager glances before making their way towards the elevator.

The soft ding of the elevator signals its arrival, and they step inside, the doors sliding shut behind them. Ismarie presses the button for their floor, her heart racing with anticipation for the adventure that awaits.

As the elevator begins its ascent, Ismarie and Maya share a knowing smile, their excitement palpable in the air. With each floor they pass, the anticipation builds, their minds buzzing with the possibilities of the weekend ahead.

As the elevator doors slide open on their floor, they step out into the hallway, their energy contagious as they make their way to their respective room.