All Chapters of Rayne's Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

 Elliot's POV Zia sat on the plush white leather stool, combing her hair in front of the large dressing mirror while I sat on the bed, taking sips of my whiskey. The large bedroom walls, adorned with rich velvet drapes, matched the sheen dark hardwood floors.  The light from the crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, soft glow over the space. The dressing table was made of mahogany wood, and expensive perfume bottles sat on the table with her jewelry boxes.  Zia was engrossed in her reflection, combing her thick, silky hair with the blue comb. I raised my glass of whiskey to my lips, my eyes fixed on her. I looked down at my navy blue trousers as I changed my sitting position to hide my growing bulge.  

Zia’s POV“Cling clang,” my heels clattered against the tiled floor like a metronome marking the time. I paced back and forth across the room. I stopped for a bit to check the time on my phone. I didn't like stress, and I was doing just that. My exotic designer attire, made of a sleek black Versace dress with intricate gold embroidery, shimmered on my body, nicely fitted to show my curves. Elliot sat on the plush sofa, doing nothing and being useless, sipping his wine nonchalantly. How could he be calm while I was not relaxed? He looked away from the glass in his hand and stared at me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.“What?” I asked in disbelief.“Zia, darling. Can you sit down for a bit? You're making a lot of holes in the floor.” Elliot said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I spun around, angry at his words. “Shut up, Elliot!” I snapped, my voice echoed off the walls. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing and took another sip of his wine. I continued to pace back and

Elliot's POV“We? You honestly expect me to believe you have my best interest. Share what company? Zia, I know you. You're selfish as hell, and you're just looking for a scapegoat, but I will not be one.” I replied to Zia with a cold look and walked out on her. Once I got to my room, I laughed, not because I felt used, but because she was more stupid than I thought. Did she think her plan would go through? Without wasting time, I dialed a number. “Morning, boss.” He answered.“You did well with all the drama. I'll have the balance sent to you. Do well to keep a low profile.” I said with a relaxed mind. “Of course, boss.” The receiver responded and hung up. Zia thought she was so clever to double-cross me. She had no intention of helping me clear my name. I had seen her through the crack in her office door talking on the phone. For a person who loved to scheme, she wasn't fast to catch on to everything I did. I ruined her phone to have enough time to get someone repaired, and I ha

ToucheElliot's POV“I wonder if you'll be able to talk if your tongue is cut off,” Zia snarled. I stopped smiling as I noticed the men turn their gaze to me. “Bully,” I murmured and walked out of the room, climbing the stairs to my room.“Elliot!” Zia yelled. “What did she want this time?” I thought and shrugged my shoulders. Her heels kept making clunking sounds as she walked up the stairs, and with a huge force, she pushed my door open. “You!” She yelled. I looked at her like she had lost some screws in her brain. “You're behind this, aren't you?” She asked, her eyes flashing daggers at me. “Me?” I queried, surprised at her outburst. “And where are your manners? Shouldn't you know before entering?”“This is my house, and I can come here anytime and anyhow I want!” Her voice gave me the chills. “You're never going to stop reminding me, huh? Some rich helper,” I answered and went back to ignoring her. “Elliot! Listen to me. I am talking to you!” Her voice now raised in high pi

Rayne's POVThe sun's warmth peeked through the glass windows, waking me up. I stretched my arms and yawned. My hair was a tangled mess like Anna from Frozen. My hair never let me have a sweet and complete beauty awakening for once. My pajamas were wrinkled from a night of tossing and turning because I couldn't sleep. Nathan had to cuddle me before I could let him rest in peace. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, another yawn escaping my lips. My feet softly planted firmly on the ground. Nathan was still fast asleep, making light snores. His chest rose and fell with each gentle breath. He always looked handsome with his thick hair, and his jawline made me want to purr. “God, I married a fine man,” I whispered, and he smiled in his sleep. Was he awake? “Nathan,” I whispered to him, but he was still asleep. I didn't want to disturb him, so I gently slipped out of bed, put on my feather-soft slippers, and went to the garden. I needed the fresh air and gentle breeze to clear my