All Chapters of Her Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 13: Sitting in my lawyer Matthew Crane's dimly lit office, the weight of the phone call still hangs in my chest. Legal papers abound on the polished mahogany desk between us, but my head is elsewhere. One who only knows what I accomplished. I'm under observation by someone. But for now I've more urgent problems to deal with; Dorian will not win this game. Matthew coughs, bringing me back to him. His keen grey eyes sweep over the contract he is writing, his mouth twitching with appreciation at the margins.“Aurora, I've to admit, this is brilliant”. I smile slightly and hold my fingers tightly around the black coffee cup he laid in front of me. “Therefore, it will work?” Leaning back in his chair, he exhales. “If carried out right? Sure. The wording is perfect. Dorian won't suspect anything; he will feel he is approving a standard commercial contract while in fact he will be turning over most of his assets to you”. Happiness curls in my chest bring me great sat

Chapter 15The camera flashes blindly. The great conference hall is packed with reporters, flashing lights, and hopeful smiles. There is a great buzz in the air, and fresh flowers and expensive cologne still smell in the room. Dorian's fingers tighten around mine in an affectionate-looking clasp, but I sense the warning there. I tilt my head slightly so the cameras show our ideal viewpoint and grin gently at him. Let the show start. Dorian moves forward, his presence as usual commanding the room to stillness. "I want to thank you all for being here today," he adds fluidly, his voice tinged with learnt charm. "My wife and I've seen many difficulties, but as you can see, love always wins." Romance. On my mouth the word tastes like poison. I keep my face gentle and my eyes loving—just like the world expects from the committed Aurora Tempest. For emphasis, Dorian puts an arm around my waist and pulls me near. To everyone seeing, we are the epitome of unity—an enduring couple—n

Chapter 17When my phone vibrates on my nightstand, the clock there shows 2:47 AM. I almost ignore it, but my tiredness disappears as I see the name flashing on the screen. Langley, my detective, has been investigating. I answer and my heart races. “I honestly want to believe that you woke me up in the middle of the night just because you have a juicy piece of information, and it cannot absolutely wait”. A long breath rankles the queue. "Oh, I've something right now." I sit up clutching the sheets. "What is it?” a stop. “Now female Lucifer, calm your horses. Like you said, you were very much correct. Dorian is not a cheating bastard only. He's illegal.” That was actually what I just wanted to hear and there was absolutely no reason to continue the phone call if we were still going to meet up tomorrow. I see Langley in a quiet café on the outskirts of the city early the following morning. He is waiting for me already; a hefty manila package is on the table between us.

Chapter 19Power is not about force, it's about balance. It's related to control and right now I have every string. The morning begins like every other happy morning for me, since I got another chance at life to rewrite plenty wrongs. With his brows slightly wrinkled, Dorian sits at the head of the dinner table and scrolls through his cell. He is on edge and distracted. I could tell he slept hardly at all. Well. I observe him and gently stir my coffee. “You seem uncomfortable.” He looks just barely. “Simply business, commerce”. I fight the urge to laugh. Only if he knew. The trap is in motion already. The media will start asking where his riches truly come from a few hours from now. There will be whispers among Investors. Bankers will stutter. And Dorian won't see it coming for all his conceit. I let him stew, though first. Rising from the table, I lay down my cup gently. "I'll be out most of the day." At last he gives me his attention. "where?" I lean my head.

Chapter 21Dorian is observing me closely, more like a hawk. I stroll around the penthouse and feel his piercing, evaluating stare. It's different from before, something darker instead of simple assurance. He’s uncomfortable, desperate, like a cornered mice begging for an escape. Investors are getting more and more uncomfortable, the board is pressing him for responses, and the tale about his mistress is still under news coverage. He’s working to keep everything, including himself under control. He’s already losing it, though he doesn’t know. Now, too. I'm going to grab even more. His Developing anxiety "Where were you all through today?” As I start to slide off my heels, Dorian's voice breaks through the quiet. I raise my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" Leant against the bar, he whirls whisky in a glass. His eyes stay still on me. Alert. Watching my every movement and my facial expressions like a hawk. “I had a call and something came up at the company, so I had to leave.” I