All Chapters of Born of Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Jessica~With nowhere else to go, I return to the office. The elevator doors close behind me and it takes me a minute to realize I'm not moving, since I didn't press any of the buttons. My body feels slightly disconnected, like I'm just watching it move rather than controlling it myself.My assistant, Matthew, looks up in surprise when I walk past his desk. “Mrs Parker? Did you forget something?”“No.” I leave my answer as simple as that as I walk into my office and shut the door, leaving the lights off. A wall of glass covers one side of the room, usually giving me a view over the Manhattan skyline that I can't get enough of, but right now, I leave the window dimmed. I want the darkness. I want to drown in it.How did this happen? I'm an intelligent, independent woman. How did I end up as someone betrayed by the people closest to her? I honestly thought I was too smart to ever end up here, but maybe being smart doesn’t have anything to do with it. Maybe my husband is just a bastard

~Jessica~I can’t believe I’m doing this, but as my body swims in a pool of desire and need, I can’t deny that I am. I’m about to have revenge sex with quite possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen, a man I barely know, and one that is, technically, still married. So am I, though. That’s kind of the point.His body is hard against mine, every inch of him feeling solid and sculpted beneath the expensive clothes he’s wearing. I’ve never seen him in anything other than a suit, first on his wedding day and now today, but even from the way the fabric strains across his form, it’s obvious that there’s nothing soft about him. Certainly not the cock I can feel pressing into me as he pulls my hips closer, his hands grabbing my ass roughly and possessively in a way that makes it clear there’s going to be nothing gentle about this at all.Good. I want it to hurt. I want it to be so that there’s nothing in my head but the exquisite pain he’s giving me. His kiss is bruising too, his lips and t

~Jessica~Three months laterThe water is cold in my office restroom as I splash it on my face, trying to fight down the nausea that has been plaguing me all morning. It hasn’t only been today, either. All week, I have felt off in the morning, my body refusing to cooperate with good health despite all the pleas I make to it. We have an important product launch today and I need to be on top of my game. I don’t get stage fright, so why I should be throwing up before going to make my presentation has me completely baffled.Taking a deep breath, I touch up my makeup, dabbing a little more concealer under my eyes. Ever since I left Kyle, I’ve had a new energy and purpose when it came to work - or maybe it’s just since I was so thoroughly fucked by Enzo. He sent the picture from that night to both Kyle and Chelsea as he promised, but I haven’t heard a word from him directly since that night. I could feel used, but I don’t. I have no regrets about that night. If he used me, I used him right

~Jessica~I sit alone in my Manhattan apartment, my phone in my hand, wishing I could have a drink. Several drinks, in fact. Enough to make my life make sense again. The doctor called me with the test results earlier today and she must have called Kyle too, since I’ve had multiple messages from him claiming that I’ve rigged the test somehow. He is sure the baby must be his and that it’s a sign that we should give our marriage another try. I don’t know what happened to Chelsea. Honestly, I don’t care. But this is exactly why I didn’t want the baby to be his, because I knew he would use it to try to find a way back into my life, or at least into my bank account. However, the results are not rigged, at least not by me. They state clearly that there is no chance that Kyle Parker is the father of the baby I’m carrying.Which means there’s only one man who it can belong to.Unseeing, I stare out the window at the New York skyline, the lights of the skyscrapers twinkling like thousands of

~Jessica~I have never been more furious in my whole life, not even when I walked in on my sad excuse for an ex-husband cheating on me. What in the world gives Enzo the right to kidnap me and bring me halfway around the world, and then tell me that I’m staying here whether I like it or not?He has a right to know I’m carrying his child, certainly, and I was going to tell him that before he spied on me and found out the truth for himself. But the fact that I’m pregnant gives him no ownership over my body or my life, no matter what he seems to think.And this excuse he’s given me that people might try to kill me? It sounds like a paranoid over-exaggeration. Even if there is some danger that I’m not aware of, he can hire a bodyguard for me if that’ll make him feel better. It doesn’t require completely upending my life. “If you think I’m going to thank you for anything you’ve done or said, you’re delusional. I’ll thank you when you put me back on that plane, let me go home, and discuss h