All Chapters of Revenge Business: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Feeling the mask over my face seemed to release something inside me, something wild and uncontrollable, as if that piece of black satin was the key to a side of me that I had hidden for so long. Masato knew what he was doing, and I hated to admit it, but he was getting what he wanted: control of the situation, of me.His lips left no room for hesitation, every kiss an unspoken promise, every touch a veiled demand. He knew my body like no one else, he knew exactly where to touch me, where to make me vulnerable. And I surrendered to it, despite the small, distant voice in my mind shouting that it was dangerous, that I was playing with fire.Masato stepped away for a moment, just long enough to look at me. His eyes shone with something more than desire - there was admiration there, a fascination that left me bewildered. The mask I wore, the role I took on, seemed to transform not only me, but also him."You know what you do to me," he murmure

Thomas entered the room with firm steps, tension filling the room. The security guards hesitated for a moment, surprised by his sudden appearance. He looked directly at the man holding me, his eyes as cold as ice.“I said, let her go,” Thomas repeated, with a tone that brooked no defiance.The security guard holding my arm loosened his grip, but his hand was still shaking with uncertainty. “Mr. Braxton, she was filming you. That violates club rules, and-”“I'll take care of it,” Thomas interrupted him, his voice sharp. “Get out. Now.”Slowly, one by one, they left the room, leaving me alone with him. The man in possession of my cell phone placed it on the iron table in the room. As soon as the door closed, a dense silence filled the air. I was still panting, trying to process what had just happened, but his presence, so close, made me feel even more uneasy.Since when did Thomas have such authority in there? How did the bouncers respond to him? I knew that nightclub like the back of

“So today is your first day.”Masato was in my living room again, sipping a hot coffee. I was getting ready to go to Thomas's mansion. I was finally about to sign the contract and begin the long journey of incriminating and destroying the life of the archenemy of the man in front of me.“Yes. I'll probably just be introduced to my duties, and the real work starts from tomorrow,” I replied, swiping on my red lipstick as I looked in the mirror.Flashbacks of the night before ran through my head, making my cheeks hot. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to bring myself back to the present and get rid of those memories. I needed focus.Observantly, Masato tilted his head.“You look different today.”“Do I? I must be excited about the new job.”Of course, Masato Takahashi would never talk about what had happened between us the day before. I also avoided bringing it up. But as I turned around, I noticed that he was looking at me intensely. A split second later, his eyes fixed on the marks on

Thomas continued talking about the details of the event, but his words barely reached me. My mind was fixated on the woman in the photo and what she represented to him. There was something about that image, in the way he averted his gaze when he mentioned her, that told me this story went far beyond a simple friend from the past. As soon as he finished speaking, I seized the opportunity to say my goodbyes and finally distance myself from the mansion. I walked out the front door and took a deep breath, as if leaving a heavy atmosphere behind. My heart was racing, and I could hardly wait to read Masato's response.I grabbed my phone with trembling hands and opened the message. “Are you sure you want to know?” That was all he said. My brow furrowed instantly. What did he mean by that? Of course, I wanted to know. I replied with a simple “Yes,” trying not to show the urgency I felt, even though it was evident in every fiber of my being. I waited for what felt like an eternity until f

I soon realized that it wouldn’t be so easy to work in that mansion.Not just because Eva would do everything to evaluate, criticize, and despise my work, as well as guide the other staff to do the same, but also because now that I knew about Cheyenne—and Masato—I wanted to know more about EVERYTHING.How did Thomas and Masato meet? How did they become friends? Yes, they became enemies after the death of the girl they loved, but even now, why had Thomas done so much to sabotage Masato’s business?Did the wheat-haired businessman blame the ebony-haired businessman? After all, the mysterious circumstances surrounding the poor girl’s death pointed to at least one thing: that there were things much worse than mere rivalry involved.I was coordinating some of the housemaids, telling them where they should be after the family lunch and where to clean, when the doorbell rang. I saw the butler, who had been waiting in the adjacent hallway, leave his post to answer the door.Strange. According