All Chapters of Revenge in Silk: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"This isn't a free ride, you know?" Something huge from inside the dream hit me hard, instantly making my eyes open wide. I woke up in an unfamiliar room, with my head throbbing and surrounded by confusion. After desperately adapting to the light and being able to open my eyes lightly, the room slowly began to clear up, revealing a strange man curled up in a blanket beside me. Wait, WHAT?! Panic struck, prompting me to try to piece together the previous events that led me to this wacky situation. Everything seemed foggy, blurry images of scenes flashing through my mind. There was nothing I understood other than … oh, my God, the fucking alcohol! There was no way I could remember what happened last night. Unable to find an answer, I finally decided to do something that made more sense. Carefully, I pulled back the crumpled white blanket and then disentangled myself. Oh my God, I didn't realize I was holding my breath until my feet finally made it to the cold floor. I started tip-to

After the two of them left, I walked unsteadily out of the hotel, a reflection of the heartache that felt so palpable. The surroundings were a blur, hard to grasp. My mind told me the people I passed were looking at me scornfully. Or were they not? Oh my God, I can't control this situation! My wild thoughts led me to enter a nightclub, and I then headed for the bar, taking a seat in the corner, slightly away from the crowd. I tried to calm myself down, the back of my hand wiping away the tears that were about to fall. Don't let anyone else see them. A bartender approached. He was wearing a black shirt. His brown hair was neatly combed back. "Welcome! Is there anything I can make for you?" "Tequila martini, please. Do you have any?" The friendly-faced man nodded slowly. Perhaps he knew that this was the drink I was going to use to forget something. "A strong one," I added before he started mixing the ingredients. I looked down anxiously. My chest was rumbling. Evan was cheating on

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lynch," I greeted, inwardly wondering that he hadn't turned around.However, when he finally turned around, my heart literally stopped beating for a few moments. I recognized him. For mother earth's sake, I really wish I could get out of here. He's that man! The guy who slept with me last night!I suddenly rummaged through my bag, looking for something.**The man intercepted me at the door of the room. He was already wearing his light blue shirt. His hand held out something, a thin black object that was very ordinary. I glanced at it and could only catch the small golden-colored writing.I looked up, giving him a lazy look. "No need," I replied simply. Because I knew this was just going to be a meaningless one-night stand. Or at least I intended it to be. Not accepting anything from him was the main step to forgetting him. I didn't even bother asking his name, which I had already forgotten under the influence of last night's alcohol. I gestured for him to step as

My apartment felt empty and dark. I was too lazy to turn on the lights. The faint light came from the city lights and the moonlight filtering through the windowpane whose curtains I hadn't closed earlier. I sat alone on the sofa—I and Evan often had sex on this sofa, dammit—bottles of liquor lined the table, one of which was lying around. The view of the glittering city from the window only made me feel more isolated. The chaos that had haunted me all day seemed to creep into my mind, filling every corner of the room with confusion and despair.I was tired. This day had been exhausting. And chaotic. The doorbell of the apartment rang a while ago. I ignored it.My gaze languished on Evan's suitcases and boxes of belongings. After coming home from work, I took out all his clothes and belongings. However, it didn't take long for me to finally burst into tears.Without thinking, I grabbed a bottle of liquor and gulped it down with a desire to forget everything. Every sip felt like an esca

"Why do you want revenge on Evan?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of caution and confusion. It was a loaded question, and I wasn't sure what River's motivation was. The idea of teaming up with someone I barely knew, especially for the purpose of revenge, was a decision that required careful consideration."I'm not looking for revenge, but rather to teach a lesson." River leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp. "Most of the businesses I run... Evan is the sole heir."I was stunned for a few seconds. "He doesn't seem like a wealthy heir," I commented, remembering how ordinary Evan's life was, how he behaved, and...well, everything about him didn't suggest that he would inherit a business I estimated to be worth billions of dollars. "You fooled me?"River chuckled softly. He shook his head and let out a tired sigh, as