All Chapters of Rayne's Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Nathan's POVThe dining room was empty except for me. I had some work to do, and going to the office was not one of them. I made sure to convince Rayne and Leo to stay at home. My mind was ticking with different thoughts until Rayne walked in. “Is anything on your mind?” Rayne asked calmly. “I'll be honest. I have quite a lot,” I answered. “Is it because of Christina?” She asked again. “I know you're wary of her, but I can assure you, she's clean. I do trust your judgment, love.”“How long do you want to stay in my head?” I asked, chuckling. She laughed, “I don't need to. You're not so hard to read anymore.”“Really?” I asked, my head creating more scenarios and ideas. Then, I remembered Rayne's phone. I could use that to my advantage. I was paranoid, and my instincts told me I was ignoring something. Jack walked in at that moment, handing some files to me. “Here are the details of Ruffalo's project. The other documents have been sent to your email, sir.”“Good,” I said, browsing

Nathan's POV The door to the basement opened. It was large and dimly lit. The smell of mildew filled my nostrils. The bodyguards followed my steps as I walked in. My gaze fell on the maid tied to a wooden chair. Ropes on the sides of the chair bound her wrists and ankles. I walked closer to her, my footsteps echoing off the walls. The room was almost empty of any furniture. She struggled with the ropes and wrenched as the painful burn hit her skin. Her skin was covered in sweat, or was I wrong? I looked again and noticed she was soaked wet. There was a large bowl of water a few meters away from her. “I hope he didn't do exactly what I thought he did,” my inner voice spoke. “Not like you should pity her. She was ready to harm your son. No one messed with my family,” the voice continued as my anger rose. I maintained a calm expression and turned my gaze to Jack.“Is she ready to talk?” I asked Jack. “I believe so,” Jack answered. I had made sure my men didn't touch her. Just scare h

Rayne's POVI lifted the menu on the table, searching for any tasty food. They had a lot of weird names, and I secretly prayed they would taste nice, too. Nathan went first, his eyes still focused on the menu. “I'll have the Seared Scallops with truffle oil and Meyer lemon, grilled Filet Mignon with truffle butter. Some roasted Scallops and a bottle of the Château Lynch Bages Pauillac wine.”I stared at him, wondering how he could understand everything. The waitress wrote on her paper and turned to look at me. “What about you, madam?”“Do you need help?” Nathan asked, but I felt like a queen and didn't want to agree I was lost. “No,” I answered. My eyes darted at the menu. I looked at the pictures and picked the nicer to eat. “I'll take the Food Gras with pickled cherry and toasted brioche with the Dry-Aged porterhouse steak with creamed spinach and hash browns and some grilled lamb chops with rosemary,” I listed. “Someone is hungry,” Nathan teased, laughing. “And some sparkling w

Rayne's POV“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feigning ignorance. I knew what he wanted. “Really?” He asked in a quizzing manner. “Mrs. Sterling, you're a hard woman. How can you be so gorgeous?” I chuckled, my hand still in his as he twirled me around. The music had shifted to a slow rhythm. “You're a smooth talker,” I whispered against the soft voice. “Well, am I smooth enough to sweep you off your feet?” He asked, smiling like he won a trophy. “Maybe,” I said. He faked crying when I said that. “Come on, Nathan. Let's go somewhere quiet.” He stared in shock, not expecting me to make a change so fast. “or do you want to stay here a little longer?” I asked, blinking my eyelashes at him. “What? Not a chance,” Nathan's husky voice sang to my ears. In a flash, he took out some wards of cash from his wallet and signaled to the waiter. “Keep the change,” Nathan spoke without taking his eyes off me. “Get your purse. I can't wait any longer.”His hands pulled me, l

  Nathan's POV Have you ever seen a child waiting for candy? I looked like that, waiting for Rayne to finish her bath as I sat on the bed. My eyes fixed on the bathroom door. I glanced at my wristwatch for the hundredth time until my ears caught on the sound of the shower turned off.  The door creaked open, and Rayne stepped out wrapped in a towel that showed her long legs. I gulped, watching her dry her wet hair with another towel. What exactly was all this torture? My eyes devoured her every second she stood there. She caught me staring and smiled mischievously.  “You love what you see, don't you, dear husband?” She purred and continued to dry her hair. “How's the view?” She held so much control over