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
Chapter 55Marcellus stalked into the company office in a rage. Lesser staff seemed to scuttle away from him, bowing in respect as they all hurried to jumó out of his path.Their deference pleases him. He had done a lot to be where he was in the company and now what?David was going to ruin everything by divorcing his sister?!It wasn’t even as though he had a strong emotional attachment to Chelsea. It was that they both understood what this was. A mutually beneficial agreement.Except now David was about to fuck everything up.“Good morning sir,” David’s new secretary scrambled to her feet to greet Marcel.His eyes roamed over the pretty little thing. Leering especially at her exposed cleavage.“Morning,” he turned his head sharply as Chelsea’s shrill voice sounded from the CEO’s office.“YOU ARE BEING UTTERLY RIDICULOUS! I told you I didn’t take any money!”Money?!Marcel and the secretary turned to look at each other in bewilderment.One second later he remembered he was above her
Chapter Tamara folded her arms and watched the interview on her office TV with laughter in her stomach. How did Chelsea always manage to mess things up herself so thoroughly?“Yes and,” Chelsea paused to sniffle and demurely dab the corners of her eyes with a napkin “-and this infidelity is something I’ve dealt with for the entirety of our marriage. I I never planned for this to happen and-“Tamara rolled her eyes and pressed the remote in her hands to put off the TV. Chelsea’s press conference was making the rounds and the public was lapping it up.Tamara didn’t need to check the blogs she already knew they were all slandering David and Chelsea had finally gotten her instagram back.Now she could play the innocent martyr bride that was cheated on.A knock sounded at the door of Tamara’s office.“Come in,” Tammy walked back to her seat and sat behind her desk. She had been attending meetings all day since she recovered.“Hello-“ Tamara raised her head from her desk and paused in sur
Chapter 55Tamara walked into her company with a smirk on her lips and a spring in her steps.The staff jumped out of her way, bowing their heads slightly as greetings of “Good morning ma’am” rang out about her.This was it. All her heart had yearned for, finally she had LENA beauty back. The company she has devoted her youth to building and now with a few well placed tears and lots of cunning, she had acquired back fifty percent of the shares making her the primary and most powerful shareholder.“Good morning Mrs Windsor,” A staff greeted.Tamara’s stilled and her head jerked up at the greeting she had been accustomed to for years.“Good morning Adam,” Chelsea’s shrill voice responded as the woman appeared opposite the elevator and crossed her arms to stare down at Tamara.“What are you doing here?”Tamara rolled her eyes at the irritation in Chelsea’s voice.“Today is a shareholder meeting. Last I checked, I am still a shareholder so I don’t have to explain my presence in this comp
Chapter 58.“You did it,” Francesca smirked the minute Tamara walked into the office.Tamara paused at the door with a look of surprise on her face. “That was fast,”“Why are you here already? Don’t make me regret calling you,” Tamara rolled her eyes as she took off her sunglasses and walked to sit behind her desk.She had to admit, today went splendidly well. She got voted in as the new CEO of Lena Beauty. David still stupidly believed that she had plans to marry him, Chelsea’s video went viral and the board of shareholders even started a petition to sue Chelsea for damage to the company image.And yet all she could think of was how she had no one to share her victory with. In her car, all alone, she cried. Missing her best friend and the only person who seemed to understand her. her fingers itched to call Marco. Just to hear his voice or tell him about her latest accomplishments.Instead, memories of Evangelyn filled her head and she dialed Francesca.It almost seemed like the woma
Chapter 59“Hello? Francesa?”Tamara’s heart thundered. What should She do? Was Marco even aware Francesca had offered to help her?“Hello? Francesca? Did you need anything?” Marco’s voice sounded again but before Tamara could make any decision, Francesca swept into the room and took her phone From Tamara.“No, I’m good, thanks. I’ll text you later,” Francesca bade Marco goodbye and hung up the phone.“Sorry about that. I didnt pick up intentionally,” Tamara apologised awkwardly.Francesca seemed amused. “That’s fine, come. Let’s go celebrate,”————“You’re joking!” Francesca held her stomach as she laughed with abandon and rolled around the bed.“No, I’m quite serious actually,” Tamara chuckled. “She totally fell for him and kissed him, that was the best day of herteenage life,”“Your feud really does go back,” Francesca sobered up.“Yeah,” Tamara sighed as she took a small sip from her glass. “It does, It's a feud as old as time, and one that eventually cost hersister’s life,”The m
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