Chapter 47Tamara’s breath came slowly as she stared at the sleeping man with his head on her lap.So familiar yet alien. How had she loved this monster for years?David’s chest rose and fell as he breathed and for a slim second the thought of ending his life just as he did hers crossed her mind.But no. He deserved to suffer. Besides she wasn’t a murderer and in life, there are things worse than death.With that resolve, Tamara gently pushed David’s head from her lap and got to her feet.“You’re leaving?” David stirred from his sleep and blinked groggily.“I have work tomorrow,” Tamara whispered as she bent to press a kiss to his forehead. “Go back to sleep,”With the house deathly quiet, she took a look around. She knew this property even though she had never seen it before.It was just one of the many things she had trusted David with during the term of their marriage. Her hands grazed her stomach as a deep sense of loss cut through her.She would make them pay. David, Chelsea, Mar
————-“Okay, I get that you’re both getting married but this is a little bit unnecessary. Don’t you think?” Tamara frowned in distaste as Franscesca spoon fed Marco.Tamara rolled her eyes at the amusement twinkling in his eyes as Francesca smiled sweetly.“No. Its hardly unnecessary. This is a banding exercise my therapist told me might help,”Tamara rolled her eyes and ignored Franscesca as she stared at her phone intently.They were all gathered in Marco’s house waiting for the video to be posted and Tamara couldn’t help looking at her phone constantly. It was 9pm already and the video—Almost immediately, Tamara’s phone and Marco’s phone beeped and notifications began to flood her phone.Relief swept through Tamara as she unlocked her phone. Yes they had done it. They had posted a video that would undermine David’s position as CEO.“He’s done it,” she gave Marco a relieved look as she opened her phone to see all the messages. “You think it’ll make a dent?”“With the way our phones
Chapter 49“The police?” Chelsea scoffed. “We’re dealing with a financial crisis and you want to get the police involved? What kind of message would that send to the public?”“A message that LENA Beauty is not to be messed with!” Tamara hissed as she raised her sunglasses and balanced it on her hair.“Um, if I may,” A shareholder Tamara recognised as Mr Branson cleared his throat.“I think this matter can be resolved from both ends. Of course infidelity is inexcusable but especially when it directly affects the company. Miss Caraballi has a point so involving the police wouldn’t be a bad idea,”“Just the police wouldn’t help,” A woman in her fifties called Mrs Whyte added as she trained her gaze on David. “For now we would need Mr Windsor to step down as CEO of the company,”“Just until the scandal is over of course,” Chelsea chimed in.David’s head whipped from Mrs Whyte to Chelsea.“What? No-“ he shook his head vehemently. “All this would be blown away in a few days. You know how it
——————Chapter 50Tamara coughed as her eyes widened in alarm. Shit!She had forgotten that Chelsea knew a lot about her.“Really?” Marcel raised a brow.“I don’t think it’s special,” Tamara tried to play it off. “I know several people who drink their coffee or water with vodka”“Right,” Chelsea conceded but Tamara couldn’t shake the feeling that the balls in Chelsea’s head were rolling.Just then Tamara’s phone beeped again. Another text from Marco.“Well? Are we doing lunch?”“I’m ready,” Tamara looked up as David arrived at the door of the lounge.“Ready for what?” Chelsea hissed as she looked from David to Tamara.“None of your business,” Tamara replied in irritation. “Why don’t you focus on being happy that you have your instagram account back and stop wondering about other people’s business,”With a scoff, Tamara sent a quick text to Marco.“Sorry can’t make lunch. Still caught up here,”“I'm the CEO now wench! You can’t speak to me like that,”“Good thing I don’t work for you t
Chapter 51Holy shit! David was kissing her. A few more seconds and he might realize.With a start, Tamara drew back and got to her feet.“Tammy! Wait!” David sighed as he got up too and began walking after her.Marco was going to kill her! How did she let things get this far? “Tamara! Please! Wait!” David called out again.Tamara dug her heels into the sand and came to a stop with her heart beating wildly.She wasn’t sure she could turn around and look at Marco without him seeing the hatred in her eyes.“Tammy, please,” David said softer this time as he came up behind her and tugged lightly on her elbow.“David, you have a wife,” Tamara sighed as she shook her head.“I… I know. I Just-““No,” Tamara disagreed. “I’m still going to be here for you and all. But I don’t want to be in the middle of whatever you and Chelsea have going on,” Tamara bit her tingling lip and turned around to stare at David.“Please,”David swallowed and his cheeks pinkened slightly “of course. Forgive me. Pl
Chapter 52The cold temperature of the room made Tamara shiver and she held the covers tighter with a hiss.It didn’t work. Why the hell was the AC so high anyway?!The clothes seemed to steep into her bones and Tamara held on tightly as she began to shiver and her teeth clattered.She was still tipsy. She didn’t want to stand up but as her stomach growled, Tamara sighed in defeat.Few moments later she was on her way down the staircase towards the kitchen.Away from the cold room, she felt a bit warmer but she could barely walk straight. Tamara’s hands gripped the rail tightly and not for the first time she wondered where the hell Francesca had gone.She remembered enough to know Francesca had dressed her after her bath and taken her to the guest room to rest.Tamara looked down at herself. She wore just her singlet and underwear. No wonder she felt so cold.Typical Francesca, she would rather Tamara freeze than let Tamara wear Marco’s clothes.Tamara rolled her eyes and tried to st
Chapter 53Tamara groaned as she rolled out of bed and coughed. Her brain felt muddled and a migraine pounded behind her eyes.Where was she? Shit!Her cheeks colored as the memories of last night, began to flood her, including when she had taken a bath in front of Francesca.Why did Francesca even help her? She would have to tell the woman to thank you when next they saw each other.And Marco? Tamara was suddenly filled with shame. She had practically forced the man to get in bed with her so she could use him as a heated blanket.Damn, what was wrong with her? She never drank this much. The whole David situation and keeping it from Marco was getting to her.With a sigh, Tamara looked around and found a hoodie on the bed.A few minutes later, she was dressed in the hoodie and walking down the stairs to find her phone, some food, and hopefully a Tylenol to kill her headache.“Good morning,” Tamara winced as she greeted Marco and slipped past him to take a bottle of water from the fridg
Chapter 54When Tamara woke up, she knew she had fucked up.Her brain hurt, her breath felt hot, she felt like she was on fire but she also knew the hand applying a cold compress to her forehead wasn’t Marco’s hand.“Hey,” Tamara croaked and blinked at David.Hell even her eyeballs felt hot and heavy.“Heyy,” he whispered “You’re awake!”David dropped the wet compress on the bedside table and smiled softly at Tamara. “We’re at the beach house. You have a fever and I found you passed out in your car,”“Hmmmm,” Tamara moaned softly and looked around the room.“It’s okay, I’ve called the doctor over already. He took your samples, left some medication behind, and went to carry out some tests.”Mild panic flashed through Tamara as she realized just how vulnerable she was being with a man who had tried to murder her.“What is it? Are you okay?” David seemed to notice her fear.“I… Yes. I’m good. I need…my phone,”Tamara wasn’t sure her eyeballs could look at her screen right now but at leas
Reborn for Revenge Last ChapterThe hall was packed full of the business world’s elite. The invitation was the most coveted thing as zero cameras were seen in the hall save for the officially approved videographers.The orchestra struck a cord, the double doors swung open and Elena Sanchez began her walk down the aisle.In her right hand she held a bouquet of flowers and her left down was intertwined with a man’s own.Shock rippled through the guests as they recognized the man as Chairman Donatelli.On the other side of the long aisle stood the groom of the day.Once Italy’s most suitable bachelor, Marco Dantelli stood with his eyes wet as his grandfather slowly escorted his bride towards him.Despite Rosa’s naggings about protocol and what was considered proper, Elena had written her own vows.The hall fell silent as her words resonated and she whispered them with tears in her throat.She would love him. She would hold him. She would be there for him, but most importantly, she would t
Reborn for Revenge New chapter “So? What do you think?” Rosa Donatelli asked her future daughter-in-law excitedly.“Umm….,” Elena trailed with a smile.“I know, I know,” Rosa sighed. “You want to wear your own dress. But it’s not made by any popular designer,” Rosa looked distressed as she patted down her bun and sighed. “What will I say when the other women ask who designed my daughter-in-law’s dress? An unnamed store from New York City?”Francesca and Elena locked eyes from the full-length mirror and they both burst into giggles.“Oh stop it!” Rosa hissed at them but the edge of her lip was lifted as well. A smile was brewing and she knew it.It wasn’t like Elena hated the dress. Far from it, Rosa’s dress indeed spoke of quiet luxury with its soft lace and intricate pearl design.It fit perfectly too. Pancakes aside, it was almost like the dress had been hand-sewn for her. She didn’t have any particular attachment to her own dress and she could have worn it.Just one issue.Elena
Chapter 96Elena Sanchez slipped in and out of consciousness as she heard shouting in the room. At some point, a blow had been thrown, followed by a loud slap that seemed to shock her properly awake.No, she had not been slapped, the slap was for someone else. It was in fact the noise of the slap that woke her up from her drug-like state.She vaguely registered that the bodice of her dress was torn and she pulled together the scraps of the fabric hurriedly trying to cover herself.Some footsteps and the warmth of a coat covered her. She closed her eyes and took in a breath of gratitude.Cedarwood smoky spice. The coat smelled like… Marco. Yes, the man she was supposed to marry. Elena jerked awake fully and flung open her eyes.“Are you mad! What a miscreant! How dare you!”Rosa Donatelli was red faced and screaming angrily. Elena felt disorientated and confused. What had happened?She turned her head to Marco who stood beside her, rubbing her hair with his face twisted in concern.“A
Chapter 95Elena made her way down to get breakfast but her head was spinning. Had Marco not come back last night from where he went with DaSilva? Why else would Vicker carry her instead of her supposed husband?“Dear, are you okay? You don’t look so well,” Queeneth, one of Marco’s cousins spoke up as she got to the dining table.Elena gave her a small smile and fanned herself with my palm. “I… I’m fine. I just need some air. Excuse me,” Before she could reply properly, Elena rushed out of the dining towards the drawing room window and pulled out her phone.Her hands shook as she dialed Marco’s number.Ring Ring.The phone rang and her stomach was in knots until he finally picked up the call.“Hello?”“Where are you?” Elena demanded immediately.In the background of the call, She could hear DaSilva’s voice and it grated on her nerves. “Did you come back last night?”“Sorry baby. I called Mama because you were asleep. I’ll be back in time for my bachelor’s party. Just…”Marco’s voice
Chapter next.“Oh, I think that pose is cute,”Elena squeezed her eyes shut and internally groaned at the sound of DaSilva’s voice. Here she was, trying to process that her soon-to-be husband could potentially have a five-year-old child and the woman was yapping loudly.“You okay?” Marco asked Elena with concern in his voice.“Yeah yeah,” She waved his concern off with a small smile. “I’m fine. Let’s just take the pictures,”Marco gave a nod and Elena didn’t miss his look of relief. He was trying so hard for everything to go well and she couldn’t understand why. Was it because of DaSilva?“And that’s a wrap,” The photographer, Antonio smiled at them The pictures are done. Let’s pick the ones I’ll process.Elena sighed in relief and smiled happily. Finally, an activity she could do with Marco.“Let’s choose the picture,” Elena smiled excitedly.“What do you think you know about PR?” Rosa stepped in with a conceding look. This is the Donatelli family. I will not have you disgrace the fa
Elena looked across the terrace where Marco and DaSilva were still deep in conversation. The two of them were secluded from the entire family and seemed to be talking about something serious.She tried to pretend like it didn’t bother her. She failed.“Maybe try being more subtle?” Vicker, Marco’s cousin teased her with an amused smile.Elena’s cheeks pinkened and she dropped the book she had been pretending to read. “Am I that obvious?” He chuckled and gave Elena a nod. “Pretty much. But it’s alright. You’re marrying him in four days. It would be strange if you weren’t worried,”“But should I be?” Elena frowned. “Do I have a reason to be worried? Who exactly is she?”“I’m sure grandfather already told you,” Vicker replied with a shrug. “She’s Marco’s childhood best friend. I’ve always known her, how exactly they met is fuzzy, but they were always inseparable, we all thought for sure they would be getting married but…” Vicker trailed off.“But what?” Elena asked, her interest now piq
Elena knew Marco was rich. I mean the man came from a long line of men who were diamond industry owners but she didn’t realise he was this rich.She had seen a reasonable amount of wealth in the time she had spent on earth yet her mouth was open in shock as the car pulled up by the side of the fountain and a man pulled open her car door.“Marco,” She whispered in shock. The entire driveway and the estate screamed luxury.The manor itself was breathtaking. Like a mini palace, she didn’t know what to focus her eyes on first. “The manor is gorgeous,” She gushed as she stepped out of the car.Marco chuckled lightly behind her. “Yeah, it is. I’ve gotten so used to this place, I always forget how shocking it is, to see it for the first time,”“Used to it?” Elena asked in bewilderment. “Are you joking?” She took off her sunglasses and stared wide-eyed at the entire expanse of the building.Would she ever get used to it? It amazed her to think of how Marco had grown up.Almost as though Elena
Chelsea was mad. Or crazy. Elena couldn’t decide which one as she watched the woman’s shiny eyes.This wasn’t Chelsea Rodriguez, the intelligent arch enemy she’d had since childhood. This woman was something else, bordering on the edge of insanity.“What’s wrong with her?” Elena asked her secretary as she watched Chelsea respond to the judges’s few questions.“I’m not sure,” Kim sighed and shook her head. “At the first trial, I thought she was putting on an act but now, it’s obvious to anyone that she’s lost it. Maybe guilt from all her evil deeds or the pain of losing the child she longed for,”Elena’s fingers shook but she twisted them and kept them on her lap as the judge slammed the gavel to bring utter silence to the courtroom.“The accused has been found guilty…”The court went up in uproar as the spectators cheered loudly while Elena just sat in silence staring at Chelsea’s wheelchair.“Order!” The judge tried to get the court silent again as she hit the gavel.“...guilty of at
Chapter 90It’s been three weeks since Chelsea Rodriguez’s accident and Elena’s attempted murder.Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bridal shop. Her eyes were wet and as she looked at her friend’s reflection in the mirror, she could see Francesca’s eyes were also wet.“You look so beautiful, gosh,” Fancesca choked out as she got to her feet slowly.“She’s right,” Theresa smiled. “Hurry up and get married before you steal my woman,”The three of them laughed and Elena put a piece of her hair behind her ear.“I feel beautiful too. I think this is it. The dress, I’ll wear. It’s perfect,”Francesca gave a nod of agreement. “I love it too, but do you think Rosa will agree? I imagine she would want you to wear a custom made dress,”Elena’s brows wrinkled and before she could reply, her doctor and friend, Theresa spoke up.“It doesn’t matter if Rosa Donatelli doesn’t like the dress. She’s not the one getting married and she has to accept that. If she can’t then she’s free