All Chapters of Heir of Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sebastian never prepared himself for the fact that the promise had already been uttered. It was already deeply ingrained in Felice's mind. She smiled in relief; a smile of release. Because several dozen hours later, the accident happened.It robbed Sebastian of hope.Leaving two unrelated individuals bound together until now."Sebastian, does this dress look good on me?" she asked while twirling slowly. The knee-length dress, which showcased her slender, white, flawless legs, left Sebastian incredulous."No, it's not. That looks great, but I don't like you wearing it in public."The girl pouted playfully. "I'm wearing it to a friend's party. It's in the afternoon. Why can't I wear it?"Sebastian shook his head firmly. "If I say no, it means no. You have many jeans and t-shirts, right? Wear those instead.""Ugh... how can I go to a friend's birthday party like that, Sebastian?" Fathia approached him and immediately hooked her arm with

Fathia chose to play with the end of her straw, sipping slowly, sometimes not even touching the tip of her tongue. Her eyes occasionally glanced at the beautiful woman in front of her, who remained silent. Since they met until they both sat in the cafe not far from the campus, Amore' Cafe, owned by Jess.Fathia intentionally chose this place, in case Clara acted as she pleased. Despite the considerable age gap and the fact that this woman, who worked as a famous model, was the same age as her sister, Fathia still didn't trust her.Since their first meeting with Clara a few years ago, she had been kind and gentle. But over time, especially since she found out who Fathia was, Clara Jasson had shown clear disapproval and hostility towards her."Do you know why I invited you to meet?"As Fathia expected, Clara's voice turned sweet and alluring when she spoke to Sebastian. But now, being alone with Fathia like this, the fox with nine tails showed her true atti

Fathia didn't say a word. She just followed along with big steps because the moment Jess followed Vino, Sebastian Sachdev's big hand immediately pulled her away. It was rough and pressuring, but Fathia refused to complain. She kept all her feelings inside, letting them pile up without knowing when they would be vomited out.Never before has she experienced a man who, in Fathia's eyes, is actually handsome, acting so roughly towards her. Maybe... it's just words, but what about actions? This is the first time Fathia has felt it. It's sad to experience such treatment from someone she used to be close to. Someone she has never forgotten how Sebastian treated her until now.If she could turn back time and ask what happened and why Sebastian changed, she would definitely do it. Unfortunately, that courage never appeared. She could only nod and obey everything Sebastian said.Even when Sebastian slightly pushed her when he told her to get into his luxurious car, there

"Sir, I think the meeting went well." Vino couldn't hide his excitement for a moment. As an assistant and trusted person of Sebastian Sachdev, he walked two steps behind him, observing the surroundings while his face showed a contented smile regarding the meeting's outcome.Sebastian's negotiating skills were truly praiseworthy, and Vino had learned a lot from him over the three years he had worked for Sebastian, despite the pressures. Vino enjoyed it. He gained many valuable lessons about the business world and everything that surrounded it.Sebastian shook his head slightly. Deep down, he truly believed that this negotiation would have an impact. Not a significant one, but it would at least prove to the shareholders that he still had potential.This was a significant task considering that until now, there were still many doubts and even strong suspicions about the direction and stability of the Azure Group. Sebastian could easily ignore the situation and simpl

A man walked confidently, surrounded by bowed heads as he passed rows of men dressed in all-black suits, including himself. He wore a black blazer, complete with a cane as his walking aid, and, of course, a cigar always faithfully by his side.Sitting with a rather dramatic gesture, he filled the spacious but dimly lit room with his intimidating presence. Smoke billowed from behind the cigar he had just taken a puff from. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the nicotine calming him. In that moment, he calculated what his men would carry out today.There could be no room for mistakes.He had no desire to fail again.Nor did he want to find himself in a situation where he had to perform another daring act to breathe the air of freedom.Everything had to be obliterated without mercy, especially when he glanced down at his feet, which would forever be bound in chains until he met his Maker. The embers of vengeance inside him flared up again.