All Chapters of Revenge Business: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The name slipped from my lips like a sharp blade, cutting through the heavy silence between us. Masato's reaction was almost imperceptible, but I could see the slight tension in his jaw, his fingers pausing momentarily as he applied the bandages.“Cheyenne...” he repeated, almost in a whisper, as if her name were something sacred, untouchable, but at the same time too painful to be spoken.“You and Thomas,” I continued, trying to keep my voice steady. “You destroyed each other because of her, didn’t you? And now I’m caught in the middle of a war that never ended.”Masato stood abruptly, turning his back on me. “You know nothing,” he said, his voice cold and distant again. But I could feel the anger and pain lurking, building like a storm ready to break.“I know enough to understand that you still love her,” I retorted. “And that Thomas loved her too. And that neither of you can accept what happened to her.”“Thomas doesn’t love anyone but himself.”“Then you two have a lot in common.”

As we headed towards the exit of the underground fortress, the sound of helicopter blades and gunfire gradually faded away. The corridor ahead seemed endless, and with every step I took, the panic inside me grew.Did Masato know that Thomas was behind all this? He seemed rather composed despite his seemingly flawless plan failing completely. How had he found us? How had he even approached the island without anyone knowing about his imminent arrival?I knew Masato was obsessed with control and had certainly thought of something to throw him off. Yet here I was, being taken as a prize to Thomas, who was probably just sitting in some armchair, smoking a cigar, patiently waiting for his men—and me, of course—to return.The Falcon ahead of me walked confidently, his steps quick and precise, as if he knew every corner of this stone labyrinth. He remained silent, perhaps aware of the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. With every turn, the tension grew. The feeling that something te

The boat began to pick up speed, cutting through the dark waters with an almost ruthless precision. The wind whipped against my face, mixed with the distant sound of engines chasing us. Each time the boat leaped over a wave, my stomach churned, and I had to hold on tight to avoid being thrown overboard.Sharon kept her gaze fixed on the horizon, focused on getting us away from danger. Despite the urgency on her face, she exuded a calculated calm that made me question where all her confidence came from. There was something about her that didn’t seem like "someone on the run." She knew what she was doing, and that intrigued me more than it reassured me.“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice a little hoarse from the cold and tension.“A safe place,” was all she said, without taking her eyes off the route. “You don’t want to know the details right now.”“Of course I want the details now,” I insisted, trying to control the panic rising in my chest. “I’m in the middle of all this, I can’t

"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a mix of relief and confusion.Because the man in front of me, although quite similar, was not Thomas.His shoulders, instead of broad, were narrow. And although tall, the stranger didn’t have the same build or muscles. He was handsome, but leaner and a bit awkward. And, of course, I couldn’t ignore the terrible scar that started at his left temple, ran across his nose, and ended on his right cheek."Explanations later," he replied quickly, barely looking at me.I huffed in frustration, but amidst the chaos, I couldn’t exactly demand more answers.He pulled Sharon away, gesturing for me to follow. I was still trying to process the revelation. Who was this man, and why did he look so much like Thomas? And why was he here now, in the middle of this pandemonium?"Let’s go," he ordered, though not directed at anyone in particular, and we started to follow him.The maze between the buildings seemed a bit calmer than the rest of the area, and I found it stran

The boat docked smoothly at the pier, and Adrian was the first to step off, extending his hand to help me. Reluctantly, I accepted the gesture, feeling the firmness of his fingers around mine. The island, wrapped in an almost supernatural silence, seemed like a fortress isolated from the rest of the world.Sharon soon joined us, her eyes scanning the landscape with the same vigilant attention as always. She said nothing, but it was clear she was also on high alert. The tension between us seemed to have reached a new level since the escape, and while we were all united by the need for survival, trust was still a scarce resource."Thomas is waiting up there," Adrian said, pointing to one of the mansions hidden among the trees. The stone path, discreetly lit by lamps, wound its way up to the white stone building that seemed to blend with the landscape.I swallowed hard, the weight of everything that had happened up to that point finally crashing down on me. The revelations, the betrayals