All Chapters of Revenge Business: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

There weren't many people at the funeral.Two of our old neighbors, an uncle and Carmélia. Besides me, only these people chose to pay their respects to our mother.When I asked my sister where our father was, she said she had tried calling him, but he wasn't answering or even reading the messages. He was probably too busy with his younger wife and didn't have time to say goodbye to the mother of his daughters.Thomas had been very kind to let me leave immediately the day before. I remember running to the hospital. The doctors told us she had suffered a sudden cardiac arrest, and there was no time even to try to reverse it.Well, at least she was at peace now. I looked at her lifeless body in the casket. Memories of the last time I saw her flashed through my mind: her laughing, doing what she loved most, unaware that in just a few hours she would no longer be here.The funeral continued with prayers and murmurs, but my mind was far away. I remembered how my mother had always been a roc

Thomas's mansion was packed.The buzz of aristocratic conversation among the many different people there made me dizzy, but even though I felt sick and uncomfortable being there, I knew I had to be there. Although Thomas had said that I didn't need to attend because of my grief, Eva had a different position. “Death comes to everyone all the time, dear,” she had commented the day before, after Thomas had talked to me about the event. “We can't let go of the important things.”I didn't want to cause intrigue and complain about it to the manager, after all, that would end up favoring my dismissal, or at least incite confusion within the house - which would take me completely away from my goal. So there I was, now gloriously bored, just giving a few orders here and there, as everything was meticulously organized among the other employees I'd been preparing during the week.That's when I saw him.A man of mesmerizing beauty, with delicate but incredibly strong Asian features, stood out in

The atmosphere in the hall was a mixture of admiration and palpable tension. While the audience applauded and commented on the works, I could feel the weight of sadness and frustration taking hold of Thomas. He was there, but his mind seemed to be in a completely different place. I wondered if he was reliving memories, memories of a lost love that was now a painful part of his past.Eva, on the other hand, was radiant. Every smile she offered was like a subtle jab, a reminder that she was in control. She moved gracefully among the guests, but her eyes were always on Thomas, assessing his reactions with a mixture of pleasure and vindication.“You did that on purpose, didn't you?” I muttered to myself, unable to contain the disdain I felt for this manipulative display. Eva was using art as a weapon, turning a moment that should have been one of celebration into psychological torture for Thomas. I remembered when I saw the package the butler had received about a week ago, the Cheyenne p

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice wavering between surprise and fear. My gaze shifted between the man and Masato, who, though maintaining a serious expression, seemed less surprised than I was."Her name is already on the list," the man continued, ignoring my direct question. "The Blue Falcons have their eyes on Bianca."I frowned, trying to understand."Blue Falcons? Who are they?"Masato gripped my hand more firmly, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t respond. His silence, however, said more than words. He knew exactly who the Blue Falcons were, and that wasn’t good news."Masato..." I pressed, the urgency in my voice clear. "Who are these people?""It's not something you should worry about right now," he finally said, his voice cold and controlled. "Just stay close to me, Bianca. I'll handle this."His evasive answer irritated me. I hated being kept in the dark, especially when it involved something potentially dangerous."Masato, I need to know! If they’re after me

The next day, tangled in bed without a care for anything or anyone, Masato and I stared at each other. There were still a lot of questions to be answered, but there was simply no way. Too many variables, too many complex answers, and both of us would have to give up very important things if we wanted to open that can of worms.I was his submissive, and he was my dominator. I was his maid, and he was my boss. And now, it seemed, I was his damsel in distress, and he my... Prince Charming? Though princes are hardly ever associated with gangs, violence, power struggles, and blood—not in the fairy tales I read, at least.The billionaire's dark eyes seemed to reflect their own light. I had always been at the mercy of that gaze. With just a blink, Masato could unnerve me, leave me dizzy, almost breathless. This was something Thomas also had.I frowned. Why was I thinking about Thomas now, in Masato's arms?Noticing my now slightly dazed expression, Masato asked:“What is it?”I blinked to sh