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Chapter 8 - Sylas
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Her Revenge Chapter 9 - Aurora
Sitting by herself in her study, Aurora's laptop screen's illumination created lengthy shadows that stretched around the space. She hesitated over the "Send" button, her finger shaking on the touchpad, her heart hammering in her ears. There were a number of private photos in a folder called "Dorian – Exposed" that she had laboriously collected over several months. Every picture captured the forbidden moments between Dorian and his mistress, like a shard of glass, cruel and merciless. These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance.She had portrayed the loyal wife, the unflappable CEO, and the respectable public figure for years. But treachery had grown like a cancer behind the flawless exterior. The covert looks, the subtle touches, and the whispered secrets had turned into her silent suffering. That pain would be turned into strength tonight. Aurora took a long, trembling breath and pressed "Send."In an instant, the anonymous press release
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Chapter 11 Dorian is making too much effort. The second I entered the dining room, I noticed right away that everything was just how it should be, just too perfect. In exquisite glass holders, candles flutter to provide a golden glow over the well-made table. In the middle is a bouquet of deep red roses whose aroma blends with the rich aroma of the dinner He's created. My preferred vintage, the wine rests in a cold bucket next to two crystal glasses. And there he sits with a smug smile, sitting at the head of the table, dressed in his best black suit, Dorian looks every bit the committed spouse, his well-made smile softening into something like warmth as he stands to meet me. His black eyes follow my form, lingering a beat too long as though he already sees what the evening would bring. "Aurora". His voice is low, smooth, as though the one name utterance carries all the remorse in the universe. I help as well. I let my lips open in a fake astonishment, my eyebrows rais
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-31Her Revenge Chapter 12
Chapter 12 The café is quaint, even. The kind of setting that exudes warmth with its rustic wooden tables, aroma of freshly made coffee, and subtle murmur of informal chats. Still, even with the laid-back vibe, I feel anxiety pulsing under my skin as I sit at a little corner table with my fingers around a porcelain cup. I'm not here for coffee. Dorian's mistress, sitting across from me, helped to ruin my marriage. Or more precisely, his supposed "sister." She's gorgeous artificially; her lips painted a shade too perfect, her cheekbones sculpted, her makeup faultless. She moves in her chair, her neatly cut nails drumming against the tabletop. She seems to be apprehensive, even with her calm façade, based on the way she looks about as though someone could spot her. I don't think she want to be here. nice. Neither nor do I. As I stir my coffee, I give her a courteous grin and act to be innocent. "Thanks for coming to see Bianca. I understand this is really unusual. Bi
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-31Her Revenge Chapter 13
Chapter 13: Sitting in my lawyer Matthew Crane's dimly lit office, the weight of the phone call still hangs in my chest. Legal papers abound on the polished mahogany desk between us, but my head is elsewhere. One who only knows what I accomplished. I'm under observation by someone. But for now I've more urgent problems to deal with; Dorian will not win this game. Matthew coughs, bringing me back to him. His keen grey eyes sweep over the contract he is writing, his mouth twitching with appreciation at the margins.“Aurora, I've to admit, this is brilliant”. I smile slightly and hold my fingers tightly around the black coffee cup he laid in front of me. “Therefore, it will work?” Leaning back in his chair, he exhales. “If carried out right? Sure. The wording is perfect. Dorian won't suspect anything; he will feel he is approving a standard commercial contract while in fact he will be turning over most of his assets to you”. Happiness curls in my chest bring me great sat
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-31Her Revenge Chapter 14
Chapter 14Last night's comments from Dorian still rung true in my thoughts. " Nice try, honey”. I slept very little. While my body might have remained quiet, my mind was running, analyzing every alternative. What is he aware of? To what extent? But I refuse to let terror paralyze me. Not now. I enter my walk-in closet and reach back shelf for a little black box. Inside is a little, almost unnoticeable tracking gadget. I ought to place my last trap now. I get my phone and type the anonymous message with steady fingers: The bed of another man has been warmed by your beloved mistress. Just thought you might want to know. I hesitate just for a moment before sending. Let the games get underway. Two hours later, I'm seated in my car next to the upscale café Bianca, the so-called sister, enjoys spending her afternoons in. Already there, waiting for someone, She's seated at a corner table in an elegant red dress, her long legs crossed as she drinks a martini. She's confide
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-31Her Revenge Chapter 15
Chapter 15The camera flashes blindly. The great conference hall is packed with reporters, flashing lights, and hopeful smiles. There is a great buzz in the air, and fresh flowers and expensive cologne still smell in the room. Dorian's fingers tighten around mine in an affectionate-looking clasp, but I sense the warning there. I tilt my head slightly so the cameras show our ideal viewpoint and grin gently at him. Let the show start. Dorian moves forward, his presence as usual commanding the room to stillness. "I want to thank you all for being here today," he adds fluidly, his voice tinged with learnt charm. "My wife and I've seen many difficulties, but as you can see, love always wins." Romance. On my mouth the word tastes like poison. I keep my face gentle and my eyes loving—just like the world expects from the committed Aurora Tempest. For emphasis, Dorian puts an arm around my waist and pulls me near. To everyone seeing, we are the epitome of unity—an enduring couple—n
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-31Her Revenge Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16Dorian is unraveling. I see it in the way his shoulders tense at the breakfast table, in the way his grip tightens around his coffee mug. He hasn’t spoken a word since he sat down, his gaze fixed on his phone screen, jaw clenched so tightly I almost expect him to crack a tooth. I take a delicate sip of my tea, watching him from across the table. “Something wrong, darling?”His eyes snap up to meet mine. For a brief moment, I see it—fear. He quickly masks it with anger. “No,” he mutters, shoving his phone into his pocket. But I already know. The first message has reached him. Liar. Cheater. Fraud. Your time is running out. I sent it from an untraceable number, carefully crafted to be just vague enough to gnaw at his paranoia. And it’s working. The Cracks Begin to Show Dorian barely touches his breakfast. He keeps checking his phone when he thinks I’m not looking, his fingers drumming against the table in agitation. “You seem distracted,” I say, feigning concern.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-31Her Revenge Chapter 17
Chapter 17When my phone vibrates on my nightstand, the clock there shows 2:47 AM. I almost ignore it, but my tiredness disappears as I see the name flashing on the screen. Langley, my detective, has been investigating. I answer and my heart races. “I honestly want to believe that you woke me up in the middle of the night just because you have a juicy piece of information, and it cannot absolutely wait”. A long breath rankles the queue. "Oh, I've something right now." I sit up clutching the sheets. "What is it?” a stop. “Now female Lucifer, calm your horses. Like you said, you were very much correct. Dorian is not a cheating bastard only. He's illegal.” That was actually what I just wanted to hear and there was absolutely no reason to continue the phone call if we were still going to meet up tomorrow. I see Langley in a quiet café on the outskirts of the city early the following morning. He is waiting for me already; a hefty manila package is on the table between us.
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Chapter 32With wine glass in hand, I stood at the floor to ceilling window of my penthouse and watched the storm preparing to strike. The city below was ignorant of the anarchy I had started, but everyone would know shortly. Dorian reasoned he could make it. His wealth, influence, and silver tongue would shield him. Today, though. The world of today would view him as the liar he really was. I focused on the television where the live broadcast of Dorian's frantic damage control effort was starting. Dressed in a neat black suit, Dorian stood behind the podium, his typical confidence contained in a controlled calm. As reporters watched for him to speak, cameras flashed. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, clutching the podium's edges. His voice was consistent, but I could see his jaw was tight and his eyes flicked with anxiety. Superior. "There have been unwarranted accusations against me," he said. " Rumours aimed to damage my name, carried by people who want to see me fall
Her Revenge Chapter 31
Chapter 31The morning air seemed different from usual. Perhaps it was the weight of everything at last catching up with Dorian. Alternatively, perhaps, it was the change in authority he was unprepared for. Watching him from the corner of my eye, I stood by the kitchen island stirring my tea with intentional slow motion. Though he hunched over his coffee at the dining table, his focus was not on it. He had not stirred his drink. Hadn't said much. Though I could tell it was eating away at him, I hadn't asked about the pregnancy again. Superior. I let the silence extend, savouring the strain. Then I spoke, lightly as though I were remarking on the temperature. "I was thinking." Dorian's head shot up, his keen eyes fixed on me. "About what?" I drank my tea slowly then responded. "Divorce". One word fits perfectly for this. Still, it exploded between us like a bomb. His hold strengthened around the mug. Tensing his whole body was his. His expression stayed still, but
Her Revenge Chapter 30
Chapter 30 I stood on the balcony of Dorian’s penthouse, overlooking the city that had once bowed at his feet. Now, it was merely a backdrop to his downfall. The night sky stretched endlessly, but the world felt small—closing in on him, suffocating him. The news had broken earlier that morning. DORIAN TEMPEST UNDER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION – INVESTORS PULL OUT His empire was burning. And I was merely watching the flames. Behind me, I could hear the frantic pacing of his expensive Italian loafers against the marble floor. He was on yet another desperate phone call, his voice tight with frustration and barely concealed fear. "You don’t understand," he hissed into the phone. "If you pull out now, you’ll be making the biggest mistake of your career. I still have control over—" A pause. Then a strangled curse. I smirked. Another investor gone. I turned, stepping inside just as he threw his phone across the room. It shattered against the wall, the pieces clattering onto the floor. His hands
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Chapter 29I watched the city lights dance across the large windows of my penthouse as I whirled the wine in my glass. The world outside was contentedly ignorant of the storm building inside locked doors. And Dorian also? He was unaware that the first genuine crack in his kingdom was about to break into something permanent. On the table, my phone buzzed with brightness cutting across the poorly lit room. I grabbed it, the slow, anticipating cadence of my heart hammering. Bianca: It's finished. The papers belong to the journalist. He will be destroyed from this. A smile twisted at my mouth, gratification heating from inside. Dorian had always felt himself untouchable, a monarch ruling over a nation founded on dishonesty, manipulation, and greed. The worst betrayals, however, did not originate from adversaries; this was something he did not grasp. They come from the people you used to know quite closely. Bianca too? Until today, she had been his most committed servant.
Her Revenge Chapter 28
Chapter 28 I could feel Dorian watching me. His stare was piercing, scrutinising every movement, every flare of emotion across my face. He was unwinding, and I had just given him the final thread to pull. The dawn light put a cool glare across our bedroom. The covers were twisted from the night before—his desire, my control. Dorian hadn’t slept. He perched on the side of the bed, his fists steepled beneath his chin, his fingers burrowing into his skin. I stood near the vanity, brushing my hair with slow, methodical strokes. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know his eyes were on me. The stillness between us was dense, weighted with something unspoken. Then, finally— “Why are you so quiet?” His voice was harsh, slanted with resentment. I let the break extend. Let him boil in the ambiguity. I sighed then, put down the brush and rested a hand on my stomach. Darian... I've to tell you something. His body stiffened all around. His knuckles went white as his hold o
Her Revenge Chapter 27
Chapter 27Standing at the window, Dorian absentmindedly tilted a crystal tumbler of whisky, his fingers clasped around it whirling. His jaw was tight; the muscles tightened and relaxed as he gazed out at the metropolitan skyline. His disintegrating empire was weighing on him, and I could see the paranoia heavy in his eyes every time he thought I wasn't looking. He was breaking apart. And it was me dragging the threads. The media tsunami around his business had gotten more intense. Investors were withdrawing, the board was agitated, and rumours of his incapacity were getting stronger. Scandals—financial mismanagement, exposed intimate contacts, and rumours of adultery—were drowning him. Every action he took seemed to bring about his demise more slowly. Still, he thought he had me through all of it. Dorian thought that regardless of what happened, I would be at his side, the committed wife who would calm his ego and remind him of his strength. He was incorrect. I would se
Her Revenge Chapter 26
Chapter 26Dorian was pulling apart. Before, I had seen fissures in him—frustrated moments of barely controlled wrath. But now? Those fissures were now widening open, and everything within him was beginning to decay. I looked from across the dining table as he sipped another whisky. Just around noon. His hands shook slightly as he laid the glass down; his eyes fixed nothing except his phone. Surely another negative call from his investors. I leaned forward, acting to be worried. "Long night"? His eyes flashed to me, bloodshot and dull. "Drop the act, Aurora," said. My lips twitched to produce a half-smile. "What act??" Although his jaw tightened, he lacked the will to argue. Great. Let him be too exhausted to reason coherently. Exhaling sharply, he ran a hand over his messy hair. "Everything is falling apart." Levers back in my chair and hum softly. "I advised you to handle business affairs carefully." His resentful eyes caught on something. So now you're the exp
Her Revenge Chapter 25
Chapter 25:The confidential documents seemed more heavy than they were supposed to be. I ran my fingertips over the embossed text, my nails following the fine print on the pages holding Dorian's doom. Every clause and every secret detail was created with surgical accuracy. He wouldn't see the trap until it locked him in a financial pit without escape. And the best thing is that, thinking it his own decision, he would stroll straight into it. I was taken from my ideas by a deep voice. "You're hesitating,” Sylas murmured. I turned to meet his eye. Cutting sharp. computed. Recognising. Sylas had always read me really brilliantly. I corrected, setting the contract down on my desk and not hesitating. "I'm savouring the moment." His lips slightly closed. “Good. Once this is moving, there is no reversing.” Leaning back in my chair, my actions started to weigh in. There never was any turning back. Dorian also... Dorian never would see it approaching. When I got back,
Her Revenge Chapter 24
Chapter 24:I knew that voice. My breath stopped, my hold on the knife in my purse became stronger. There is no way this could be real. My heart thumping against my ribs, I turned gently. And he was there as well. Leonardo Sinclair. My past wrapped in leather and whisky, before me like a ghost revived from my most vulnerable years. The parking garage lights create harsh shadows over his face, yet I could not have clearer light to identify him. I recognised that strong jawline, those piercing green eyes, and that damned smile used to light my world ablaze. Leon moved forward, his boots ringing on the chilly concrete. "Aurora," he murmured once more, slowly this time as though he were tasting my name on his tongue. I inhaled deliberately to become steady. "Leon. you're supposed to be dead. A knowing, slow smile pulled at the edge of his mouth. “Yeah, well... I was never good at remaining where people left me." I closed my eyes, my mind flying. Why exactly now? Why h
