Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Revenge: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 22Dorian is losing his sense of direction. I see it in the way his fingers tense over his whisky glass, his barely subdued anger in his posture. His world is collapsing, and he has no idea where to assign blame or where to pour his anger on. Not quite yet. I left him irritated and restless last night, deprived of control, and now? I'm now going to strip him of something much more valuable—his power. The destruction of his dear company would be the last nail on the coffin.Sitting across from Dorian at the dining table, I sip coffee while swiping through my tablet, feigning absorption in pointless news. His phone rings and the instant he responds, his demeanor shifts."Why exactly are the investors pulling out quickly goddammit!!! It’s not like the company is ruined or crashed drastically!?" Although his voice is crisp, there is underlying strain—uncertainty. I cover my grin behind my cup. Perfect. He listens, his grasp on the phone getting tighter as his eyes narrow. T

Chapter 24:I knew that voice. My breath stopped, my hold on the knife in my purse became stronger. There is no way this could be real. My heart thumping against my ribs, I turned gently. And he was there as well. Leonardo Sinclair. My past wrapped in leather and whisky, before me like a ghost revived from my most vulnerable years. The parking garage lights create harsh shadows over his face, yet I could not have clearer light to identify him. I recognised that strong jawline, those piercing green eyes, and that damned smile used to light my world ablaze. Leon moved forward, his boots ringing on the chilly concrete. "Aurora," he murmured once more, slowly this time as though he were tasting my name on his tongue. I inhaled deliberately to become steady. "Leon. you're supposed to be dead. A knowing, slow smile pulled at the edge of his mouth. “Yeah, well... I was never good at remaining where people left me." I closed my eyes, my mind flying. Why exactly now? Why h

Chapter 26Dorian was pulling apart. Before, I had seen fissures in him—frustrated moments of barely controlled wrath. But now? Those fissures were now widening open, and everything within him was beginning to decay. I looked from across the dining table as he sipped another whisky. Just around noon. His hands shook slightly as he laid the glass down; his eyes fixed nothing except his phone. Surely another negative call from his investors. I leaned forward, acting to be worried. "Long night"? His eyes flashed to me, bloodshot and dull. "Drop the act, Aurora," said. My lips twitched to produce a half-smile. "What act??" Although his jaw tightened, he lacked the will to argue. Great. Let him be too exhausted to reason coherently. Exhaling sharply, he ran a hand over his messy hair. "Everything is falling apart." Levers back in my chair and hum softly. "I advised you to handle business affairs carefully." His resentful eyes caught on something. So now you're the exp

Chapter 28 I could feel Dorian watching me. His stare was piercing, scrutinising every movement, every flare of emotion across my face. He was unwinding, and I had just given him the final thread to pull. The dawn light put a cool glare across our bedroom. The covers were twisted from the night before—his desire, my control. Dorian hadn’t slept. He perched on the side of the bed, his fists steepled beneath his chin, his fingers burrowing into his skin. I stood near the vanity, brushing my hair with slow, methodical strokes. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know his eyes were on me. The stillness between us was dense, weighted with something unspoken. Then, finally— “Why are you so quiet?” His voice was harsh, slanted with resentment. I let the break extend. Let him boil in the ambiguity. I sighed then, put down the brush and rested a hand on my stomach. Darian... I've to tell you something. His body stiffened all around. His knuckles went white as his hold o

Chapter 30 I stood on the balcony of Dorian’s penthouse, overlooking the city that had once bowed at his feet. Now, it was merely a backdrop to his downfall. The night sky stretched endlessly, but the world felt small—closing in on him, suffocating him. The news had broken earlier that morning. DORIAN TEMPEST UNDER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION – INVESTORS PULL OUT His empire was burning. And I was merely watching the flames. Behind me, I could hear the frantic pacing of his expensive Italian loafers against the marble floor. He was on yet another desperate phone call, his voice tight with frustration and barely concealed fear. "You don’t understand," he hissed into the phone. "If you pull out now, you’ll be making the biggest mistake of your career. I still have control over—" A pause. Then a strangled curse. I smirked. Another investor gone. I turned, stepping inside just as he threw his phone across the room. It shattered against the wall, the pieces clattering onto the floor. His hands