All Chapters of REVENGE AND RAVISH: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As the gang established their temporary camp, the jungle was unnaturally silent, and tension filled the air. It was nighttime, and the only sounds were distant animal calls and the occasional rustling of leaves. They couldn't afford to sleep, even in the darkness. With limited supplies and no allies, they were deep within enemy territory.Isabella's thoughts were racing. Everything she had assumed to be true had been completely upended by Xander's revelation. The individuals who had ruined her family, sent them into hiding, and caused her a great deal of suffering had been taking advantage of her and controlling her at every turn. It infuriated her to think that she had been unwittingly playing into their hands. The matter of the traitor among them, however, was suddenly more urgent on her mind.She surveyed the little campfire. Brad's face was white but resolute as he rested with his back against a tree. With her hand lightly stroking his brow, Christine sat beside him. In the low li

As Isabella guided the group farther into the thick undergrowth, the jungle appeared to go on forever. Every breath tasted of moist earth and decay, and the air was heavy with humidity. For the time being, the helicopters had passed, but they couldn't stay put for long because of their adversaries' unrelenting pursuit. Their formerly unified group was now dispersed, burdened by distrust and treachery. The atmosphere was tight with unspoken accusations, and Christine's confession had severely damaged the tenuous unity they had managed to maintain.As they made their way into the thicket, Isabella's mind was racing with ideas. She had not anticipated the blow of Christine's betrayal, which suddenly made her doubt everything. Was there another leak she hadn't found yet, or was the transmitter the only reason they were being tracked? The idea tormented her, making her acutely aware of every rustle and suspicious look from her teammates.Solomon strolled next to her, his face serious yet i

As Isabella followed Solomon through the system of wet, poorly lighted tunnels, her heart was pounding. They were getting closer to the reported hiding place of Brad and Christine with each step. It was nearly impossible for her to comprehend that her parents had been alive all along after years of thinking they were dead. Joy, perplexity, a wellspring of rage, and other conflicting feelings swirled inside her. Why had they left her behind? The world had never been kind to her, so why had they decided to vanish into the darkness and leave her to fend for herself?It brought back memories of the first time she had seen them in the secret room. Her brain couldn't integrate the truth in front of her, and the initial shock had paralysed her. Brad's face had deep wrinkles from years of adversity, and Christine's hair had become silver, but their eyes—those identical eyes—had remained the same. Her eyes were full of shame, love, and something more she couldn't quite identify. It felt as tho

The jungle on either side was a haze of green and brown as the river's current swiftly carried them downstream. Isabella, whose hands were still shaking from their tight escape, slumped back against the boat's wooden bench. The mayhem they had left behind was drowned out by the sound of the ocean roaring. At the helm, Xander's eyes were focused on the future, but his jaw was clenched tightly, indicating that he was still on high alert.With her arm wrapped protectively around her daughter's shoulders, Christine sat next to Isabella. "How are you doing, my love? Christine's voice was hardly audible above a whisper when she asked.Despite the adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Isabella nodded. There was no time for consolation, but she could sense her mother's anxiety. "We must continue to move," she answered, sounding more determined than she actually felt. "Victor is gone, but his men won't stop."With tears still in her eyes, Christine nodded. All of them had been weakened b

As Christine and Isabella gathered in one corner, whispering to each other, the only sound in the cabin was the rustle of leaves outside. Solomon leaned against the door, pistol in hand, loose but ready, while Xander paced back and forth, mentally reciting plans A, B, and C.In the silence of their haven, the sounds seemed to be amplified by the forest beyond, which had seemingly taken on a life of its own. Isabella flinched at the sound of a distant bird's call, and Christine put a comforting touch on her daughter's shoulder. "Don't worry, my love," Christine whispered. "We've made progress thus far. We'll get through it.Isabella nodded, but her heart continued to race. She was unable to shake the persistent sense that they were not as hidden as they believed. The dense vegetation appeared to be a veil that was both protective and brittle, ready to be pulled back at any moment.Solomon glanced at Xander after checking his watch. "In three hours, Miguel will meet us at the river dock