All Chapters of Her Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I’m sick—that much is true. What I thought was the flu or a flyby cold has turned out to be something more. My body seizes suddenly and I cough violently into the handkerchief. My eyes widen with fear when I pull away the material and find it stained with blood. “Aurora, are you alright?” I don’t turn immediately. Quickly, I fold up the handkerchief and stash it away in my pocket. A smile spreads on my face as I face Sylas. “I’m fine.” He approaches me, his emerald eyes softening with concern. “Are you sure? You don’t look so good.” I nod, forcing my smile to look more assuring even as I feel the fatigue spreading across my body. “Just a little cough. I think I caught something.” He gives me a disbelieving look. “It didn’t sound like a little cough just now.” After being friends and partners for close to a decade, he knows me more than anyone else in this building. I lift my shoulders and square my face to hide my tiredness. He stops a foot away from me, the afternoon sun ligh

I jerk up with a scream. Light floods my vision and I’m momentarily blinded. Behind my closed eyes, stark images assault me. My near-death replays vividly, even when my eyes fly open I see it. To my greatest surprise, I’m not in a hospital. I recognize the large windows and white walls—I’m back home. “Honey, are you okay?” I look up to see Dorian rushing in. My immediate instinct is to shrink away. Dorian is here! But how? What did he tell Sylas? Do the police not suspect him for trying to kill him? That would explain why I’m back home. Whatever story he told them, they must’ve believed him. He has brought me back to finish what he started. “Stay the hell away from me!” I shriek. Dorian stops cold. His expression changes into fear and confusion. “Darling, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” “Don’t act clueless, Dorian. You evil man! You won’t get away with this.” I push back further when he advances toward the bed.“Aurora, I don’t know what—” “I’ll call the police. I’ll tel

“I missed you darling.” Dorian rushes me, squeezing me in a hug I want no part of. I let him hold me for a few more seconds, before distancing myself when I felt his hand start to stray below my waist. “You were gone for such a long time. Everything alright at work?” I nod, moving into the kitchen. “Everything is fine.” He follows, his voice dropping to something I once used to find sexy. “I so desperately want you.” Hatred and anger clouds my judgement for a second and I almost throw a fork at him. “Shut the hell up, Dorian,” I snap. My eye widens as shock crosses his face. I quickly backtrack with a tired sigh. “Sorry, I’m just tired.” He chuckles dryly. “No problem. Your mother called. She said you weren’t picking up and you should give her a call.” My Mother is alive! From how violently I’d died, it skipped my mind that she was actually not dead. That the drunk driver that had killed her a few months after my wedding hasn’t happened. “I’ll go call her now.” I leave the ki

“Aurora!” “Greg!” The small pudgy man squeezes me in a hug, laughing happily as he lets me go. “It's so good to see you.” “You too.” We sit down at the table on the rooftop of a fancy restaurant, with a wide city view and cool afternoon winds.“After our business last year, I didn't think I'll see you again. I hope there's nothing wrong with the firewall.” Concern flashes in Greg's eyes.The man prides himself in having the best cyber security system and a flaw firewall might give him a heart attack. “No, no,” I swiftly assure him. “Best investment I made. I'm here on a different matter. A personal matter.” Greg’s demeanour instantly changes into serious business. “Go on.” “A man applied for a remote working position in your firm. Dorian...Tempest.” A light frown settles on Greg's face as he pulls out his phone and calls his secretary. After a minute to confirm, Greg hangs up and beams at me. “Yes. Dorian Tempest. He's your husband right? You don't have to worry. I'll give h

Sitting by herself in her study, Aurora's laptop screen's illumination created lengthy shadows that stretched around the space. She hesitated over the "Send" button, her finger shaking on the touchpad, her heart hammering in her ears. There were a number of private photos in a folder called "Dorian – Exposed" that she had laboriously collected over several months. Every picture captured the forbidden moments between Dorian and his mistress, like a shard of glass, cruel and merciless. These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance.She had portrayed the loyal wife, the unflappable CEO, and the respectable public figure for years. But treachery had grown like a cancer behind the flawless exterior. The covert looks, the subtle touches, and the whispered secrets had turned into her silent suffering. That pain would be turned into strength tonight. Aurora took a long, trembling breath and pressed "Send."In an instant, the anonymous press release