All Chapters of Revenge Business: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

With newfound determination, I firmly pull away from Thomas's kiss. He looks stunned as I step back against the door, one hand on the handle.Not that I'm foolish. One command, and I’d likely be surrounded, so no, trying to escape would be pointless. I just needed him to see how focused I was on making him listen to me, even if it meant threatening to run away to escape his hold.“What are you doing?” he murmured, softly.“I mean it, Thomas,” I try with all my might to keep my voice steady, even though I'm terrified. “You need to seriously consider the possibility that there is indeed someone pulling the strings in this situation.”His expression is almost furious as he replies:“So you’re telling me that I’ve been chasing ghosts all these years? That Masato, despite all the evidence, isn’t guilty?”“I’m saying that things aren’t always as we want them to be, and sometimes bad and clever people take advantage of our vulnerabilities to play with us. Masato spoke to me too, you know? An

About ten minutes after Adrian left, a maid knocked on the door. She wore a typical maid’s uniform, barely spoke to me, and didn’t really look at my face either. She had a cart with some snacks and a bowl of soup.I noticed the small hawk tattoo on her wrist. It was a miniature, but it was the same symbol the other Hawks had.After she left, as I devoured the snacks, I wondered where Thomas's own tattoo was. After all, I had seen him naked and didn’t notice any hawk.About five minutes later, already full and having barely touched the soup, I lay down on the huge bed. I kept wondering where Masato might be at that moment. Was he looking for me? Was he still dealing with the Hawks? Had he discovered that there were infiltrators among the Eagles?The door opened again. Thomas.He had changed clothes. Now he was wearing an orange dress shirt and black pants. His hair was wet.“You… took a shower,” I thought out loud.Thomas chuckled.“Indeed.”Closing the door behind him, he took a step

..........I remember that summer afternoon as if it were yesterday. It had been ten years, but the details were so vivid in my memory that it was as if I could feel the fresh breeze and the warmth of the sun on my skin again.Carmelia had dragged me to the top of a distant hill, far from home and responsibilities."Hurry up, Bianca! We don't have all day!" she shouted, laughing as I tried to keep up with her. She was quick, her long brown hair blowing in the wind, and I did my best not to fall behind."You always make me run," I complained, breathless when I finally reached her at the top. She just smiled, that lively smile that made the world seem like a safe place, at least as long as we were together.We sat on the grass, and as always, Carmelia started pointing at the sky, creating stories for the clouds that drifted by. For each shape she found—a house, a dragon, a broken heart—she invented a narrative, and I would immerse myself in that fantasy world only Carmelia could create.

The kiss was unexpected and stole the air from my lungs, mixing confusion with a strange warmth that washed over me like a wave. I should have pushed Thomas away, should have screamed, but my mind was numb from the closeness, from the intensity of that moment.For a second, all the anger, hatred, resentment—everything seemed to melt away under the touch of his lips. It was a gentle kiss, but there was something dark in it, an urgency and possessiveness that reminded me of how he controlled everyone around him. My body was weak, and that touch held me, as if it had the power to either shatter me or piece me back together with a single gesture.Then, reality hit hard, like a slap. I pulled back, breaking the contact, my gaze overflowing with a mix of pain and disbelief."Don't you dare!" I yelled, though my voice came out trembling. "You have no right, Thomas!"He flinched as if I had struck him. There was shame in his features."Sorry," Thomas murmured. "I just… I don’t know. I just wa

The week passed slowly.Because of the injury, I couldn’t leave the room. Day after day, two doctors visited to see how things were going. I ate five times a day and took medication that made me groggy. Both doctors said the side effect was common, though my paranoia suggested they were drugging me on purpose.But what would be the point of drugging someone who was being heavily watched on some sort of island-prison? Especially if that person was recovering from a gunshot wound?Thomas hadn’t reappeared. I couldn’t stop imagining that he might be doing something terrible to vent his frustration, like torturing my sister and my father, or maybe even Masato, who could be anywhere.The billionaire's words always lingered in my mind. My father was a self-centered, con-man scoundrel who didn’t hesitate to abandon his wife and daughters to pursue a new lifestyle. But even so, knowing that he negotiated his own services and offered my sister just so Thomas would leave me alone turned my stom