All Chapters of The Perfect Retribution : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Justin’s POVI was in a hurry. I’d just spoken to Jace on the phone and he’d just told me the worst news I could ever imagine. I was such a selfish bastard. The whole day I’d been mad, thinking she’d stood me up. I was mad that she’d kept me waiting at the coffee shop for hours, not knowing that she was in the hospital, fighting for her life. “What did Jace say?” Bella asked when I picked up my car keys and headed out of the house. I didn’t reply, I wasn’t in the mood to start that conversation with her.“Are you going somewhere? Did something happen?” She continued, following me outside the house to the garage. “I’ll be right back,” I told her just as I hopped into my car. “Justin—” she was about to say something, her worry etched on her face. But I never waited to hear it because I zoomed off, leaving her behind.I’d just be preparing for bed when I received that call from Jace. “Ayva’s at the hospital, she got into an accident. Can you come now? She’d refused to talk to anyone

Ayva’s POVI wasn't crazy, maybe just a little depressed with a touch of anxiety, but definitely not mad. However, Olivia seemed to think otherwise. She believed I had gone off the deep end just because I had a habit of checking the locks on the doors multiple times to ensure that we were safe and no one could break in. According to her, it wasn’t normal to do that about twelve times in a minute. She’d also caught me talking to the stars a few times. The first time she witnessed it, she cried, and since then, she'd been trying to stop me from going out at night because she thought it wasn’t "normal" to have conversations with the skies. If only she knew how much better the stars are at holding conversations than humans, she wouldn't judge me like that.And now, I found myself on my way to the psychiatrist's office with Olivia. At first, I was like, "No, there’s no way I’m going there with you." I even got pretty mad at her for thinking that I had started to lose it. She even went as f

Ayva’s POVJustin glanced at Aiden, then turned his skeptical gaze towards me. It was as if he half expected me to burst out laughing, saying it was all a joke and that Zion was actually the one standing before us.I wish I could say that, I really do. I wish it were Zion standing there, so he could pay for all the suffering I went through. But unfortunately, that wasn't the case.I had known that Zion had a twin since we started dating, but I had never actually met him until that day when I accidentally bumped into him on the road. Zion used to talk about how Aiden was the "evil" version of him, but now that I had gotten to know Aiden, I could confidently say that Zion had lied. Aiden was everything I had thought Zion was, and Zion had been the one pretending to be someone he wasn't.Justin started to speak, still visibly confused about the whole situation with Aiden and Zion. "I... I don't know what to say," he stammered. "I mean, I'm sorry for... hitting you. I had no idea about,

Justin’s POVIt was a happy day for me, it was supposed to be because not only did I succeed in securing a huge contract with the Russians that I’d been chasing five years ago, but I also had Frederick, my dad, finally say those words I'd always longed to hear from him, "I'm proud of you, son." But strangely, instead of feeling elated, I just felt this weird numbness. Like, his words didn't have the impact I thought they would. Maybe it was because I'd grown up and was no longer that young guy who desperately craved his dad's approval. Or maybe it was because I was still mad at him for having the audacity to divorce my mom after cheating on her all 32 years of their marriage. Yeah, it's definitely because of that."Or maybe it's because you can't stand seeing Ayva with Aiden." A little voice at the back of my head said. Normally, I'd argue with that voice, but at that moment, I couldn't. How could I, when Aiden looked exactly like the man I wanted to see behind bars? If it weren't

Ayva's POVI suddenly woke up from sleep, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. My hand immediately reached for my bedside lamp and switched it on to illuminate the dark room. 3:07 am, I noticed the time displayed on the digital alarm clock. My breath was still heavy as I kept replaying my terrifying nightmare in my mind over and over again. What made it even scarier was the fact that the nightmare was about something that had happened before. It was the day I had that accident, the day my water broke. But unlike the events of that day, I wasn't the one driving my car but rather the masked man who'd taunted me for years. In my nightmare, he'd refused to drive me to the hospital because 'he'd never let me have another man's child' and instead had purposely driven us off a cliff. I died with my unborn baby on the spot which was what jolted me awake. I glanced down at my stomach and traced the long fading scar on it with tears in my eyes. For two years, I thought the scar was a r