All Chapters of Game Of Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Lucas Martin leaned back against his high-backed swivel seat, his fingers forming a steeple as he listened to the man seated across from him. To an outsider, he might have seemed distant, but in reality, his mind was razor-sharp, absorbing every word, calculating his next move. Occasionally, he would swivel towards the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, his gaze unfocused as he stared out at the sprawling city skyline. But he wasn’t admiring the view. His thoughts were elsewhere—on a past he hadn’t forgotten, on a betrayal that still burned.Rubbing his jaw, he grimaced at the rough stubble—less than a day's growth, but enough to be a nuisance. He’d have to shave before meeting Stacy for dinner; otherwise, she’d nag him about his "Neanderthal look" again. The thought brought a slight smirk to his face. He could already picture her bright green eyes lighting up with amusement, her golden hair perfectly styled, her voice teasing yet affectionate.She was, by all accounts, the ideal wom

Evelyn stood at the glass window of her father’s hospital room, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. The soft beeps of the monitors and the hushed whispers of the medical staff were a cruel reminder of how fragile life could be. Just a day ago, her father had been the pillar of strength—a commanding figure who built an empire from the ground up. Now, he lay silent and vulnerable, cocooned in a sterile world of white sheets and cold machinery.The quiet room felt suffocating. Every passing minute amplified her fear and anger. She couldn’t help but replay the events of the evening over and over in her mind—the hurried exit from the hotel, the dreadful news that shattered her world, and the all-too-familiar name that echoed in the back of her thoughts: Lucas Martin.Her thoughts swirled like the rain outside, each drop a reminder of the questions she could no longer ignore. Was this tragic turn of events simply a cruel twist of fate? Or was there something more sinister at work

Evelyn sat in her father’s office, surrounded by the remnants of a legacy that now seemed fragile under the weight of uncertainty. The large mahogany desk, once a symbol of power and control, now felt like an anchor pulling her into the depths of responsibility. The faint scent of her father’s cologne lingered in the air, a painful reminder of the man who had built this empire from the ground up.She traced the edge of a framed photograph on the desk—her father standing proudly in front of Smith Hotels’ first grand opening. It had been a moment of triumph, a culmination of years of relentless effort. Now, that triumph was overshadowed by the looming threat of Lucas Martin.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Jack Young, the family’s trusted lawyer, stepped inside, his expression grim. “Evelyn, I have the financial reports you requested.”She took the file from his hands, flipping through the pages. Her stomach tightened at the sight of declining numbers and board member s

Evelyn sat in the dimly lit café, her fingers tracing the edges of the thick file Diana had handed her. The weight of the documents was nothing compared to the burden she carried—the need to bring Lucas Martin down, to reclaim what had been stolen from her family. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. The hum of quiet conversations around them faded as she flipped open the first page.Diana leaned forward, her dark eyes sharp. “This isn’t just about corporate takeovers anymore, Evelyn. What I found links Lucas to something much bigger—offshore dealings, bribery, and connections to known criminal enterprises. If we use this right, he won’t just lose control of Smith Hotels; he could go to prison.”Evelyn’s heart pounded. She had expected corruption, but not at this scale. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.Diana nodded. “I triple-checked everything. The documents, the money trails—it’s all there. Lucas has been laundering money t