All Chapters of Revenge Becomes Her: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It's 7 in the evening, and Ethan is waiting for his driver in the office to pick him up.This time, he was waiting alone. Not even a call from Sherah to check where he was or ask if he had eaten.Her silence and lack of concern annoyed him.He took his phone out and sent her a message, ~Waiting for the driver.~He stared at his phone, waiting patiently for her reply, but none came. He felt stupefied as Sherah always replied to his messages swiftly. He grew impatient. After waiting several minutes, he dialed her number. It rang, but she didn’t answer.Sherah, at that time, was busy putting all her clothes and belongings inside the boxes and didn’t notice her phone buzzing relentlessly.Meanwhile, Ethan felt disrespected and seemed to be at his wit's end, “What’s stopping her from answering my calls?” He said to himself as he tightened the grip on his phone.Then, a horrendous idea entered his mind. “Is she with Eliot? That’s why it's okay with her for me to leave?” He uttered in disdai

Sherah ran, her breath coming in sharp, labored gasps. She only stopped when she saw Ethan’s car pass by, fear gripping her at the thought that he might be searching for her. She couldn’t deny that his car looked expensive—far beyond anything she could ever afford. But with the financial trouble she was already drowning in, the last thing she needed was another problem. On top of that, she had just lost her job at the diner. After ten minutes of walking, she arrived home. The building was dingy and worn down, a place with tiny apartments stacked on every floor, showing signs of years of neglect. It wasn’t much, but it was all she could afford after being thrown out of the Hawke residence two years ago. She remembered that day vividly. Her father, Silas, had just been declared healthy, no longer in need of her bone marrow and blood. No longer in need of her, and that was all it took to be pushed out of their lives. It had been raining when Rebecca and Sophia tossed her belong

At eight o’clock in the morning, Ethan was already in his office, staring at the towering stack of documents that needed to be completed by the end of the day. Most of them had been delayed due to his absence—days spent searching for Sophia. While his secretary, Noel heaved a sigh of relief to see his boss back at work and promptly greeted him upon entering. “Good morning, sir! Would you like some coffee?” Ethan barely looked up but gave a small nod of approval. Noel left the office and quickly prepared his coffee. As CEO of a leading tech company that was currently in a delicate state, Ethan needed to step up and prioritize his work rather than continue looking for Sophia. He needs to solidify his position and make a name for himself in the industry. With the position he is in there were numerous interview requests from major magazines, eager to learn about his personal life—his dating status, his thoughts on settling down—he had always declined. The entire afternoon was fill

Days after paying her rent, Sherah was stitching her maid's costume.She can't help but feel annoyed, "That man." She mumbled through gritted teeth. Her sulking was abruptly interrupted by a text from her landlord demanding an additional month’s advance payment and one month’s deposit.Fuming, she immediately fired back, calling him a money-hungry liar who didn’t keep his word. Their argument escalated quickly, with the landlord warning her that if she kept insulting him, she’d soon find her belongings thrown out on the street.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and agreed to pay—but she needed more time.The landlord’s response was cold and merciless: “You have ten days.” As if that wasn’t enough, another message popped up.This time, it was from 'Satan.'Ethan was reminding her about the car paint.Sherah stared at her phone, overwhelmed. She had been working 14-hour shifts for the past three days, but it still wasn’t enough as a first installment. Not even clos

Sherah had been walking for five minutes. She just wanted to leave and go home, but there wasn’t a single cab in sight. Desperate, she pulled out her phone to book a ride, knowing it would cost her a lot. But as she feared—no cars were available. Anxiety crept up her spine. What if her father was already looking for her? Just as panic set in, a sleek car pulled up in front of her. Her heart dropped. It was him. The guy whose name she never knew—the one she simply referred to as the spawn of SATAN. Her face turned pale as she muttered under her breath, "Why? Of all people… why him? Why is he here? Is he following me?" The tinted window rolled down, and his deep voice cut through the air. "Get in." Sherah shook her head. "I don't want to dirty your car with my worn-out clothes," she muttered. The last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near him. He smirked. "Don’t worry, I’m not a germophobe. And I won’t charge you for the ride. Just get in." Sh