Hey everyone! I hope you are enjoying the chapters so far. I know you have been patiently waiting for the revenge but I can't forget about the other characters' lives. They are play a part, especially when it comes to the complex dynamics within families. Anywho, I will be posting more chapters this weekend since I missed a few days. Let me know your thoughts- what do you think about Arianna's father and his methods? And what do you think he's going to do next? Well you won't have to wait long...
ARIAmber’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No! I would never do that!” she cried, her voice shaking with desperation. “I swear, I don’t know what he’s talking about!”But the man on the floor wasn’t done. He looked up at Amber with a mix of pleading and betrayal in his eyes. “You… you told me it was just a joke… just to get her to loosen up,” he rasped. “You said… you said she’d be fine…”Amber shook her head frantically, backing away as if she could distance herself from his words. “I never said that! He’s lying!” she insisted, her voice rising with panic. “I didn’t do anything!”I glanced at my father, wondering how he was processing this. His expression was unreadable, cold as ever. But I knew him well enough to sense the storm brewing beneath his demeanor. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was lying and betrayal–especially from within the family.“Do you hear that?” My father directed toward the man. “You’re trying to accuse my daughter of something she didn’t do. Do you k
TYLER“Tyler, yes. yes!” “I need you to…” I said, grabbing a fistful of her hair, her screams echoed in the room. “...be quiet.”Mirabella muffled her screams with her arm as she used the other to anchor herself on the couch. Her voice, even muffled, was irritating to my soul. My hands gripped her waist tightly as I pounded her from behind, trying to get as deep as possible, wishing she was someone else. Someone like…Mila.The image of Mila flashed in my mind, her confident stance, the way her dress clung to every curve of her body, and the way she carried herself at the party. No one had ever turned me down or turned me upside before. It was… thrilling.“Fuck, Mila.”“Its…Mirabel–”I pushed her back down to muffled her face against the pillow. She let out another small sound, but it only served as background noise. I should have been present, but I wasn’t. Every part of me was thinking about Mila. The way she disappeared that night still gnawed at me. I had followed the scent of her
GABEI stood at the window, gazing out over the city, nursing a glass of bourbon as if it could wash away the chaos swirling in my mind. The only thing people could talk about, the day after the event, was Arianna’s speech and Mila’s little fashion stunt–both a PR dream and nightmare, all wrapped into one. My mom nearly had a heart-attack when she saw the tabloids. But that wasn’t the thing that kept me awake at night. No, there was something far more crazy lodged in my mindI took another sip of bourbon, the burn doing little to numb the memory. The moment replayed in my head with haunting clarity. It all started with the necklace.>>>>>Mila’s necklace, glittering on the floor like a beacon. I shouldn’t have picked it up but I did, and that’s when I caught her scent. Sweet. Alluring. It wrapped around me like a siren's call, tugging at something deep inside. I tried to shake it off, but it lingered, seeping into my senses, refusing to let go.“What is that, Spencer?” I asked, half-ho
GABETyler’s words cut through the tension in the room like a knife. My mom’s head whipped around, her eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?” she hissed.“No one is going to touch Mila,” Tyler repeated, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He uncrossed his arms, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the cent of the room. His casual demeanor was gone, replaced by something unreadable.My mom blinked, clearly taken aback. She wasn’t used to being challenged by anyone but my dad. “And why, exactly, do you think you have a say in this?” she demanded. “You’re the reason we’re in this predicament.”Tyler flinched but stayed his ground. “Because, as much as you think she’s a problem, she’s actually an asset.”My dad, who had been watching Tyler with a steely gaze, finally spoke up. “Explain yourself, Tyler. How can she be an asset?”“The whole event wasn’t a total bust. Because of her, we got a lucrative opportunity to work with Frances Deveaux. His partnership could possibly be
ARI“Gabe...”Hands explored the contours of my body, already void of clothes, which I was grateful for. I needed to feel every muscle of his body against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, making me wet just from his touch. “...will you take care of my father for me?” I asked between moans as his kisses moved down my neck. “Keep him from trying to hurt me?”“I will protect you,” he said, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered those words. “I won’t let him hurt you.”He pressed my naked body up against the cool wall, a stark contrast to the fiery path his fingers left as they moved down my body. He pulled me into a passionate kiss and I could taste the bourbon he had right before we started this. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it. He moaned into my mouth and slid his hand up my thighs, spreading my lips for his invasion. His finger stroked my throbbing clit and I pretty much exploded with pleasure. “Fuck, I ne
MILAI walked into a sleek, modern conference room where Frances Deveaux sat, his assistant perched beside him with a tablet in hand. I forced a confident smile, though my stomach churned with nerves and determination. Amidst the revenge plot, this was a big deal and I’ve been studying him since living in France. He was the power player I needed to shake up both families.“Miss Emilia,” Frances greeted with a smooth voice, gesturing toward the chair across from him. “Thank you for coming.”“Oh, I should be thanking you for wanting to meet me,” I replied, taking my seat. “This is truly an honor.”His assistant, a sharp-looking woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun, barely glanced up from her tablet.“I’ve been following your recent work,” Frances said, leaning back in his chair, “and I must say, you have a unique ability to create buzz. It’s not easy to stay relevant in this city, and to do it coming from across seas.”“Well, I try to make waves where I can,” I said, keeping my t
MILANot long after leaving Tyler, I found myself sitting in a hotel dining room, enjoying the cool breeze coming from an opened window. It was peaceful–until Laura stormed in, dressed head to toe in black tactical gear, dragging a bag that looked like it had bricks inside. “Excuse me. Sorry,” she muttered, navigating her way to my table with all the grace of a wrecking ball, knocking over chairs and bumping into patrons. I briefly considered pretending I didn’t know her, but she waved enthusiastically at me from halfway across the room.I sighed. “Dear Goddess.”She finally reached my table and dropped the bag with a thud so loud it could’ve woken the dead. Every head in the room turned to stare.“What the hell, Laura?” I hissed, trying to ignore the curious stares from the other patrons. “I told you not to come. And what are you wearing? Take that off before someone calls security.”Laura tugged at the straps of her night-vision goggles and yanked off her skull cap, her hair springi
MILAWithout hesitation, Rayne released her pheromones, a sweet scent floating in the air like a gentle breeze on a hot day. It was the kind of scent that could make even the meanest of men fall to their knees. Normally, we’d have better control over this little trick, but ever since we returned, things have been a bit… unpredictable.“Don’t worry. It was just enough to tease,” Rayne purred, completely unconcerned. “Look at him now.”The clerk’s nose twitched, sniffing the air as if he’d caught a whiff of the most intoxicating aroma. Suddenly his posture wasn’t as stiff, his gaze softened, his attention subtly drawn to me, as if an invisible force was pulling him close.“See, I served him up on a silver platter,” Rayne bragged, lounging in my mind like a cat basking in the sun. “You’re welcome.”The clerk blinked, his eyes widening as if he was seeing me for the first time. “Wow… Your eyes… They’re beautiful.”“Oh, thanks,” I smiled, knowing he was talking about Rayne’s white irises. “
GABEOnly a bit of rain poured down on us. Just enough to soak through our clothes, but not subduing the heat between us. Each drop was a reminder that this moment–this reckless, inevitable moment–was real. That she was real.I wasted no time, removing my suit and tie and watched as Mila took a step back, letting the dress slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Fuck, she was beautiful. The rain clung to her, tracing every curve, turning her rich, dark complexion into something luminous, like she was carved from the night itself. Her hair, wild and untamed, framed her face like a crown she never asked for, and yet, it was rightfully hers. Her lips, now swollen and soft from our kiss, looked as if they were made for nothing more than temptation. She was temptation, standing there with the storm raging around us, and I had never wanted anything more.I stepped forward, closing the distance, my hands cupping her face as I pulled her into a kiss that shattered whatever restraint I
MILA “Open your eyes!” Gabe opened his eyes and looked around the rooftop of the orphanage. The rain blurred the lights from the packhouse in the distance, casting a hazy glow over the rooftop, and for a second, it felt like we were kids again–hiding up here, pretending the world wasn’t as cruel as we knew it to be. “Wow, this place is really coming along,” Gabe said, walking through the rows of flowers. “She would’ve loved this, you know, if she was still here.” Great. Mood killer. I thought, trying to think of something soothing to say. I sighed, watching Gabe’s fingers trail over the petals, his touch softer than I’d ever seen. “She would’ve loved this,” he repeated, quieter this time, as if speaking more to himself than to me. I shifted on my feet. Even with the umbrella, the dampness of my clothes stuck uncomfortably to my skin. What was I supposed to say? That she was in a better place? That everything happens for a reason? Gabe would see through that in a second. Instead,
MILAI looked up at the sound of my name, my heart lurching at the unexpected voice.“Gabe?”He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but his presence filled the room like a shadow creeping in.Why didn’t I notice him earlier? I wondered.He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, as if each movement was weighed down by something unseen. My pulse quickened.“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice low, suspicious.I straightened, stepping around the large oak desk to face him fully. I couldn’t let him see how rattled I was, how close I’d been to finding something–anything–that could help Laura’s case. Even though she couldn’t remember what had happened that night, she had told me she was trying to record everything. But her phone was missing, and I had a strong feeling it wasn’t just lost.I needed to find it before anyone else did.“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, stalling for time. I forced my voice to stay steady, to sound indifferent, but my fingers t
GABEThe sound of laughter and quiet chatter drifted from the other room, a cruel contrast to the weight pressing down on my chest. Hundreds of pack members from all over showed up for my father’s funeral, their hushed conversations and forced condolences mixing with the steady patter of rain against the windows.I knew he was a well-liked man, but damn—I hadn’t expected this many people. The sheer number made the already stifling atmosphere feel even more suffocating.Luckily, my mother had taken care of everything, handling the arrangements with her usual poised efficiency. She even managed to get Tyler temporarily released for the service, a feat that shouldn’t have surprised me, yet did.“Don’t worry, sweetie,” my mother said after speaking with one of the councilmen. “Everything is going to be cleared up soon.”I let the words wash over me, too numb to dissect their meaning. Instead, I focused on the business, temporarily handing Alpha Gregory control of the CEO position. He had
MILAIt was only a few minutes. That’s how long it took us to get from the orphanage to the packhouse. The grounds were eerily quiet despite the flurry of movement around us–guards murmuring orders, medical personnel working swiftly, and the distant wail of someone mourning. My stomach twisted as I took a step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs.We were stopped by the gates as Gabe spoke to the guards. I was too busy looking around, searching desperately for any sign of Laura. My heart was pounding, my breath ragged as I reached for my phone and dialed Camila.“Where’s Laura?” I asked as soon as she picked up.“Brian says her phone is still in Emily’s office,” Camila answered, her voice faltering. “Jenna and Alex are the way. They're bringing someone out on a stretcher, Mila.”Her voice broke and I nearly dropped my phone.No, no fucking way. “Gabe…” I said, barely a whisper.He looked at me, then followed my gaze. A stretcher was being wheeled out of the house with Arianna
LAURAI pressed my back against the cold stone wall of the packhouse, clutching the hacking device in my hand like it was the holy grail.Fuck. Why is this so scary?I took a moment to calm myself.No turning back, Laurie. You can do this.I wasn’t just a hacker. No, I was a field agent. A spy. A legend in the making. And… caught if I don’t stop talking to myself and get a move on. Just think like Mila.Crouching low, I scurried toward the back door, the one I personally disabled the security cameras for. Did it count as cheating if I was the one who helped Gabe set up most of these security measures in the first place? No. Absolutely not. It was called working smarter, not harder.I carefully turned the knob and slipped inside, holding my breath as I closed the door behind me. Step one: complete.Step two: don’t get caught.I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, dodging the occasional patrol or house worker. The packhouse wasn’t exactly Fort Knox, but Emily was paranoid enough to make
MILAMy hand was still pressed to Gabe’s chest. The fireworks still crackled overhead, but Gabe’s steady grip on my arms anchored me, his voice a distant hum cutting through the overwhelming noise.“You’re okay,” he murmured. “Focus on me.”I forced myself to nod, clinging to his presence. I hated this–feeling weak, feeling vulnerable–but the night had unraveled far beyond what I had prepared for. Francesca was probably dead. Amber was definitely dead. And Arianna…My gaze snapped to where I had seen Arianna last.“She’s gone,” Gabe said, following my gaze.Of course, she was. Just like with Randall, she always knew when to slip away before the damage fully settled. My stomach turned at everything that had happened. The system breach. Emily’s and Arianna’s coordinated attack leading to two deaths. What else could’ve gone wrong?Then I remembered what Amber said. They threatened my father if Gabe…I pushed off Gabe’s support, standing even as my knees wobbled. “I need to go. You can’t
GABEThe control room was of course locked. I had tried warning the others that Arianna and my mother were up to no good. I just wished I’d figured out what they were planning before it was too late. The moment Brian failed to hack the system and shut everything down, I didn’t hesitate. I ran straight here.With a swift, brutal kick, the door burst open.The room was empty.Whoever had played that video had already fled.Grinding my teeth, I rushed to the controls, shutting down the feed as fast as I could. Every screen. Every angle. But it was too late. The screams from the other room were evident. The damage was done. Fuck!“Alpha Gabe?”Camila ran into the room just as I wiped the last screen. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched around the console.“Is that all of them?” she asked.I did one final sweep before giving her a sharp nod.“Why didn’t you warn us earlier?” The anger rolling off her was palpable, and I didn’t blame her.“I knew something was going to happen–I just didn’t
MILAEverything started out great. Until it wasn’t. It all happened so fast. First, the speech. I stepped onto the stage, ignoring the confident look on Arianna’s face. “This collection isn’t just about fashion," I announced. "It’s about the celebration of freedom. The freedom to take up space, to embrace every curve, every edge, every part of yourself without apology. For too long, we’ve been told to hide–to shrink, to fit into boxes that were never meant for us. But not anymore.”I gestured toward the models as they stepped forward, their confidence radiating with every stride. "Summer is about feeling light, unburdened, alive. Not weighed down by expectations or secrets we’ve been too afraid to let go of. This collection is about owning your truth–wearing it boldly, beautifully, without fear."Second, the show. The crowd erupted in applause as the models strutted forward, showcasing designs tailored to flatter and empower. Camila queued up the video of men and women wearing my cl