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The Revenge Club Chapter 12 : “Gossip”
*Roanne’s POV*The clatter of silverware and the murmur of voices created a familiar comfort in the university's dining hall, a backdrop to my own swirling thoughts. I was picking at my salad when Lila slid into the seat opposite me, her eyes wide with the kind of excitement that usually heralded some juicy piece of campus news."Roanne, you won't believe what I read today," Lila said, barely containing her glee as she leaned in closer. The scent of her peach perfume wafted over the table, a sweet note amidst the savory smells of lunchtime fare.I put down my fork, my interest piqued despite myself. "What's the latest scandal then?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light, though part of me dreaded what fresh drama might be unfolding."Okay, so you know Joe Atkins, right? The senior who always brags about his stock portfolio?" She barely waited for my nod before continuing, "Turns out he bought his grades. And he was caught! Can you imagine? He's been suspended."My eyebrows shot
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 13 : “A New Player”
*Roanne’s POV*The elegant suit composed by a pencil skirt and a very silky blouse, hung there, like a second skin, its emerald green hue a promise of lush secrets unfolding beneath. Intricate lace adorned its length, the threadwork an ode to the delicate dance that awaited me at The Velvet Room. Lizzie's deft fingers brushed against my skin as she helped me slip into the silkiness, her presence both comforting and conspiratorial."Roanne, you look..." Lizzie trailed off, her eyes wide with something akin to awe or perhaps envy."Like someone who doesn't belong," I breathed out, my nerves jangling like the fine gold chain I clasped around my neck. This wasn't just fabric draping my body; it was armor, fortifying me for the battle ahead. “Why would they have to dress all like this anyway?”"Stop," Lizzie snapped gently, her tone allowing no room for self-doubt. "You belong wherever you damn please. And just so you know, wearing elegant suits is also like armor, the better you dres
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 14 : “Crossing Lines”
*Roanne’s POV*The lake's glassy surface mirrored the waning light, shards of the dying day dancing across its gentle ripples. Michael and I claimed the secret haven, a secluded table nestled in the corner, nature's whispering embrace encircling us with an intimacy that felt both daring and dangerous."Quite the view," he murmured, his voice a smooth caress against the backdrop of rustling leaves and distant birdsong."Michael," I began, a name now laden with complexities I was only beginning to unravel. "I never imagined—""Shh," he interrupted, a single finger raised to his lips, eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's savor the silence for just a moment longer."Despite the tranquil setting, my skin prickled with an electric current of curiosity about him. As I feigned calm, my gaze betrayed me, flitting around, searching… seeking Aaron. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was still here, lurking in the shadows, watching. But no, there was only absence—a void where his presence
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 15 : “Control”
*Aaron’s POV*The Velvet Room loomed before me, its grandeur casting shadows. The street lights flickered, their dim glow. My fingers, steady despite the chill in the air, dialed Blake’s number, the familiar motions setting my pulse on a quicker march."Blake," I barked into the phone as soon as the line connected, my voice cutting through the night's stillness with an edge sharpened by frustration. "I need you to dig up everything you can on Michael Morgan."On the other end, a pause, then Blake's voice, calm, measured, the sound of reliability itself. "Michael Morgan? The rich kid who’s been circling the club?""Exactly him. There's something off about the guy." I paced, restless energy coursing through me. The sleek surface of the club's door reflected a distorted image of my tense form back at me. "I want his dirty laundry, Blake. And I want it yesterday.""Consider it done, Aaron," Blake replied, his assurance slicing through my escalating tension. "I'll get you what you ne
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 16 : “Inebriating”
*Roanne’s POV*The throb behind my eyelids was a relentless drum, pounding in sync with the pulse that hammered at my temples. I groaned, an involuntary sound that felt alien to me, as my mind fought to surface from the depths of a murky ocean. My tongue felt swollen, heavy against the dry roof of my mouth."Water..." The word scraped out, barely audible."Here." The voice cut through the fog, and I blinked open my eyes to see Aaron, his silhouette blurred against the stark light filtering through the blinds."Thanks," I rasped, accepting the glass with trembling hands. The liquid coolness was a lifeline as it slid down my parched throat."Slowly," he instructed, a note of command threading his tone—a subtle reminder of the power play always present.I squinted at him, the action pulling at the tender skin around my eyes. He was seated, all casual authority, in a chair that had been dragged close to my bed. His presence was both commanding and incongruous; this room had never p
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 17 : “Drugged”
*Roanne’s POV*It didn’t happen, that is what he wanted me to believe. My body was feverish yet he wanted to forget what he just did.The warmth of his embrace and touch was still a tangible presence around me, when a rap at the door shattered the fragile shield Aaron had shared. He stiffened, and with a last glance at me, he disentangled himself from our tangle of limbs and crossed the room to answer."Blake," he said tersely as he swung the door open. The scent of roasted coffee beans wafted into the room, and there stood Blake, his hands cradling the lifeline of caffeine and pain relief. His solemn nod toward me suggested this was more than a mere courtesy call."Brought what you asked," Blake said to Aaron, holding out the steaming cup and a small bottle of aspirin. Looking beyond him, I saw no traces of the early morning light; the world outside felt as distant as my grasp on the events that led to this moment."Thanks." My voice was a hoarse whisper, but it carried the wei
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 18 : “The Public Opinion”
*Roanne’s POV*I slid into the wooden desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the feverish throb of my pulse. My fingers clutched the pen with a sense of urgency that belied the calm I projected, note-taking a futile attempt at normalcy. The professors' speech melded into the background hum of my thoughts, each word heavy with the secrets that now lined my pockets like stones."Questions?" The professor's voice punctured my reverie, and I jerked upright, eyes darting across the room, masks of indifference mirroring my own."None?" He seemed almost disappointed, packing his notes with a flourish. The class dispersed, the scrape of chairs against linoleum echoing my internal disarray."Roanne," the whisper of my name snaked through the corridor as I gathered my books. Michael leaned casually against the doorframe, his presence commanding the space with an ease that spoke of lineage and entitlement, and for that same reason, eyes flickered toward us."Waiting for me?" My voice s
Last Updated : 2024-04-03The Revenge Club Chapter 19 : “The Watchful King”
*Aaron’s POV*The room hummed with a clandestine electricity, the glow of multiple screens casting a spectral dance across Jake's face as he hunched over the keyboard. The hacker I enlisted was a ghost in the machine, fingers flying over keys with a deft urgency."Got anything?" My voice cut through the buzzing silence, a note of impatience betraying my calm exterior."Initial sweep's done," Jake murmured, eyes not leaving the screen. "There's a trail, but it's murky—like wading through a swamp of shell companies and dead-ends.""Show me." I moved closer, the scent of stale coffee and cold ambition mingling in the charged air. The data on the screen flickered like a morse code of secrets, each byte a breadcrumb leading to Violet's enigmatic past.Jake pointed at clusters of information, his explanation terse. "Family ties are complex. Seems every strand leads back to Europe—some serious money, potentially dirty.""Potentially?" My gaze hardened as I scanned the encrypted data,
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The Revenge Club Chapter 60 : “Love”
*Roanne’s POV*The trial was over, yet the fizzling remnants of Sebastian's presence haunted me. His shadow loomed in every corner of my life, and though I felt safe and protected, I could still sense there was never going to be complete peace in my life until he was found.Then, as if fate had finally given me a gift, the call came. Aaron’s words from the other end were a like a victory song: "Sebastian was apprehended—false papers." My pulse quickened, adrenaline flooding my veins.I asked Aaron to take me to the secure station where he was held. He agreed to it and an hour later we were heading there, he drove with confidence, but there was also something behind his eyes, satisfaction.The room was sterile, cold—like his gaze. He sat cuffed, a fallen and desperate man grasping at straws. Our eyes locked, and the world fell away, leaving only the intensity of this final encounter."Roanne, you bitch!" Sebastian lunged, his voice filled with anger and rage. "You've ruined me!"
The Revenge Club Chapter 59 : “The Trial”
*Roanne’s POV*My heart pounded as Aaron led me into a dimly lit room in his house, the anticipation of meeting Bianca Kingsley overwhelming my senses. There was a thick tension in the air and the room, and I could feel my body reacting to it, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me."Roanne, meet Bianca Kingsley," Aaron said, gesturing towards the impeccably dressed woman sitting across the table. Her piercing gaze held mine, assessing me, and I couldn't help but shiver slightly in response. Aaron had told me about her, she was ruthless, a queen in the stand. It was the kind of woman we needed to lead the case against Violet."Nice to meet you," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. Bianca's eyes never left mine, her stare unyielding and intense."Likewise," she replied, her voice low and calm, I already admired her. "Now let's get down to business. We don't have much time to prepare your testimony against Violet.""Right," I agreed, taking a deep breath to stead
The Revenge Club Chapter 58 : “Downfall”
*Violet’s POV*The walls of my empire, once unassailable, were crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. The realization was a cold blade twisting in my gut, and with it came the bitter taste of desperation. My corrupted networks, a web I had spun with such precision, now ensnared me in their collapse."Everything's falling apart," I muttered to myself, pacing the dimly lit room where I'd holed up. The shadows seemed to mock my predicament, whispering of betrayal and downfall.I tugged at my hair, once a mane to be flaunted, now a tangled mess reflecting my inner turmoil. My mind raced, thoughts sharp as shattered glass. There had to be a way out – one final card to play in this high-stakes game. And then it struck me, a plan as dark as the circles under my eyes. Roanne Mailen."Sweet, naive Roanne," I whispered, a serpent's hiss escaping through my clenched teeth. My lips curled into a smile devoid of warmth. She was the key, my bargaining chip, the ace up my sleeve. If I could ta
The Revenge Club Chapter 57 : “Your place in my world”
*Aaron's POV*The coldness of the night seeped through the windows, a stark contrast to the heat that boiled within me. Roanne was huddled on my couch, her body still not recovering from the memories that haunted her. That fucking Sebastian."Hey," I murmured, sitting down beside her, "I'm here for you." My voice was a promise. Her eyes, wide and vulnerable, flicked up to meet mine. She was not only mine, claimed, but she was also someone I cared for."Everything... it's just too much," she whispered, her voice quivering as if each word took her a lot of effort to make. I could feel the weight of her pain.She wasn’t like us, like Lizzie, Michael, me. We were born with silver spoons and parents that molded our personalities, detachment hardened our spirits. I felt I was on top of the world on a daily basis, but I was only half way there. Roanne was the piece of my puzzle missing."Shh," I soothed, pulling her close, wrapping my arms around her. "You're safe here with me." My heart
The Revenge Club Chapter 56 : "I never said it was love"
*Roanne's POV*I sat on the edge of Lizzie's futon, knees to my chest, the fabric scratching against my bare skin. The air in the apartment was thick with tension and the remnants of fear, a stench that clung to us, unwelcome but impossible to shake.“Aaron, I am so happy to hear your voice. Is Blake ok?”I heard a grunt of pain, followed by Blake's voice. “I am sort of, ok.”I felt the relief of hearing him safe, it meant all went well. “Blake! You are well! I am so happy to hear that!” A shuddering breath escaped me, relief washing over in waves. I relayed the news to Lizzie and Anne Marie, their faces showed the same relief I felt."Thank God," Lizzie whispered, sinking into the couch, her nervousness evident as she scooped another mouthful of ice cream, the spoon clinking against the bowl."Roanne," Aaron's voice crackled through my phone, it was distant yet brimming with urgency. "Lock yourself in the house, Violet escaped, and now Sebastian is heading your way,”My pulse h
The Revenge Club Chapter 55 : "Worlds Collide"
*Aaron's POV*I had two hours left before Violet's deadline, and the clink of ice against crystal in a dimly lit room was the only sound that accompanied my entrance. Mr. Henderson, his silver hair slicked back, eyed me with suspicion. Mr. Atwood, his fingers steepled and eyes sharp, nodded slightly. Mrs. LeCroix, draped in silk, regarded me with an unreadable expression."Evening," I said, voice low, the word hanging heavy with implication."Cut the pleasantries, Aaron," Mrs. LeCroix's voice was dangerously soft. "What's this about?"I slid the documents across the mahogany table, their contents splayed like a gambler's final hand. My father had given them to me just a moment before my entrance, his aid making the difference. He had everything to lose if Violet managed to get control over the other families, including ours.They flinched as they recognized their own secrets, intertwined with Violet's scrawled treachery. The air thickened, tension coiling around us."Mutual enemi
The Revenge Club Chapter 54 : “Greed and Power”
*Roanne's POV*The dim glow of the computer screen was the only light in the room, casting shadows across Caleb's concentrated face. My heart was beating fast and hard against my ribs as I watched him, his fingers dancing over the keyboard. He was an expert, knew what to look for and how to find it."Got it," he growled, and the satisfaction in his voice was exciting. He turned to me, eyes glinting with triumph. "They had you bugged six ways to Sunday, Roanne. But don't worry, I've just neutered their spyware."His hands moved over my phone and laptop with a deftness that was invasive but needed, deleting lines of code that had lurked unseen, monitoring my every move. With each keystroke, I felt a piece of myself being returned to me, mixed with an unsettling vulnerability. How much of my soul had they peered into?Violet managed to get deep into our lives in ways I never thought possible. If it weren't because Caleb asked if he could check the room we were at to catch bugs that wo
The Revenge Club Chapter 53 : “Legacy Rich”
*Roanne’s POV*The cold bite of the autumn air clawed at my skin as I stepped out onto the pavement, Jonathan gave me his scarf and we walked and the remaining steps. He managed to balance his life while still watching over me, and I did my best to try and coordinate with him when I was going out alone, so he could keep an eye on me.“Be nice to him, remember he worried enough for you to hire me,” Jonathan said as he started to stay behind, becoming a watchful shadow. I tilted my head to look at him and nod with a smile.Michael had texted me earlier in the morning, and asked us to meet. I felt like I owed it to him, and to us. He became a very important part of my life during the last couple of weeks, making it so I could mature, grow, and overcome my past.I reached the corner and there he was, Michael Morgan, leaning against the black iron railing that bordered the café terrace. His silhouette cut a sharp figure against the dimming sky, the last rays of sunlight glinting off h
The Revenge Club Chapter 52 : “A Father’s Recognition.”
*Aaron’s POV*It was needed, and I had no remorse using all the influence my father left in the safe in order to get what I wanted. I called upon the most important names on his list and it took them less than 12 hours to coordinate and make it to our meeting spot.It was impressive. The room reeked of old money and older secrets, the dark mahogany panels swallowing light and whispers alike. Shadows clung to corners where power was brokered silently, fiercely. Was this what my father was used to? How far did he planned to keep me in the dark about the shady dealings he made for a living?I stood at the head of the long table, heart pounding like a drumbeat in my chest, my father's steely gaze fixed on me from the other end."Violet Flanagan is not just a thorn," I began, my voice steady despite the tempest brewing inside, "she's a goddamn poison ivy wrapping around us all."Murmurs rippled across the room, the heads of elite families that made it shifting in their leather chairs
