All Chapters of A Contract For Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KIERA’S POV“Wow… I didn’t realize it was free-the-body day!!” He said, sarcasm dripping in his tone.I froze, my heart doing dangerous flip-backs in my chest. Why the heck was he still staring?Frantically, I reached for the bed covers, wrapping them around my body, as embarrassment gnawed at my insides.“Have some decency and look away!” I shouted, my cheeks burning.“Decency? Coming from someone who sneaks into my room uninvited? That's really rich,” He shot back, mockingly.“This is my space. You can’t just barge in without knocking,”trying to keep my voice steady even as my pulse spiked.“Please," he said, shaking his head, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not moved by you at all. Honestly… you’re more like a piece of log to me.” His casual arrogance struck me like a slap, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from snapping.“I hate to break it to you, but the feeling is mutual,” I served him back, crossing my arms defiantly.He scoffed, shaking his head

DAMIEN’S POVPerfect timing!Just when Kiera and I were finally building a connection, these urchins chose to crash our dinner.I had been tough on her, but maybe that was just a wall I built to guard myself against her charms. She had awakened something within me from the first time I caught her sneaking a glance into my room. While I was uncertain about the dynamics of her relationship with Gabriel, one thing stood out: Kiera was my kind of woman—Fierce, attractive, smart, and drop-dead gorgeous. I glanced at Kiera, her relaxed demeanor cracking under the weight of the tension.“Who are they?” Kiera whispered, her fingers curling around the edge of the table.“Just stay calm,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing as I focused on the men. Their swagger was a toxic blend of arrogance and menace.In an instant, the shortest one, a hideous figure with a steely gaze, stopped in front of our table, prompting me to rise to my full height.“Well, well, if it isn't one of the Nyx Princes,” he sneer

KIERA’S POVThe events from yesterday were still hammering through my head like a broken record, and I hadn’t even seen Gabriel ever since he posed the ridiculous question. Honestly, from what I’d pieced together about their world and their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb.What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? My stomach twisted into tight knots and my chest squeezed itself into a panic ball. This was way above my pay grade.... If only I had any.I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my Papa. I would work my butt off until I pay back every penny gave El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life....guns, gangs and revenge.As I approached Gabriel's room, I heard voices in the hallway. I paused, leaning against the wall to eavesdrop, and Bella’s laughter rang out,

KIERA’S POVDamien leaned forward, his elbows braced on the edge of the table, his tone clipped and heavy, “This plan involves so much risk, but it’s worth the shot.”I snorted, “Risk? Oh please. You mean like being dragged into this mansion blindfolded and told to ‘trust the process’? Yeah, super safe experience.” I shot back, half-joking but mostly serious.Damien’s lips twitched like he was fighting the urge to smile, but Gabriel didn’t even blink. His face was a stone slab, his eyes narrowed into two hard slits. I felt the pulse at my throat thud faster, like it wanted to bolt, and humor was the only thing keeping me from crumbling.Suddenly, Gabriel's stare landed on me with the precision of a guillotine, “Kiera, this isn’t a game. You should leave. I don’t think you can handle this discussion.”I folded my arms, letting my chair tilt back just enough for my legs to stretch, “I’m not going anywhere. This is my life we talking about not some accessory. So, I go no where!"They tra

ELISE’S POVI stood in front of the mirror, my hips swaying slightly as I studied the black lace lingirie that held all my goodies in place, while teasing the hell out of them at the same time. I traced the edge of the fabric with my fingers, imagining Miguel’s hands following the same path.Miguel hadn’t touched me ever since we got married, and girl, my p*ssy was pratically screaming for help. The ache between my thighs demanded release. So, tonight, in this lingerie, I wanted him to notice me. I desperately needed my legs to be slayed apart while I get f*cked until I pass out. My hands drifted to my chest, brushing my soft pink buds through the lace. I rolled them lightly between my fingers, imagining the slick trail of his tongue following the same path. My breath hitched, my body trembled at the thought of being slammed against the bed and ravished until I could barely remember my own name..Just as I let my fingers drift lower, the door swung open and Miguel walked in. His eyes