All Chapters of His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Blackwood GalaThe Stage Is SetThe ballroom of Blackwood Tower was a masterpiece of opulence—gold chandeliers, crystal champagne glasses, and a string quartet playing a hauntingly beautiful melody. It was the kind of event that only the city’s elite could attend, a place where deals were made with a single glance and enemies hid behind charming smiles.Claire knew this world too well.And tonight, she wasn’t just here to play along.She was here to win.Standing beside Adrian at the top of the grand staircase, she exhaled slowly.From the outside, she was the perfect picture of a billionaire’s fiancée.But on the inside?She was a woman on the edge of vengeance.Adrian leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Ready to burn them all?”Claire smirked, keeping her gaze locked on the crowd. “Let’s start with one.”And just like that, they descended into the lion’s den.Damon’s EntranceThey had been at the gala for no more than thirty minutes before Damon Calloway made his entrance.He

The Beginning of Ava’s FallAva's Fear Takes RootAva stood frozen in the doorway, her perfectly manicured fingers tightening around the expensive clutch she carried.For the first time in her life, she looked afraid.Claire lived for it.She leaned casually against the grand piano in the corner, fingers trailing over the polished wood as she watched her once-stepsister struggle to form a coherent thought.“Nothing to say?” Claire mused, tilting her head. “That’s rare.”Ava’s lips parted, her voice coming out hoarse. “You—You’re not supposed to be here.”Claire’s smirk was razor-sharp. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”Ava took a shaky step back, but Claire pushed off the piano and closed the space between them.Ava had stolen everything from her—her fiancé, her freedom, her life.Now?It was Claire’s turn.Ava swallowed, trying to regain composure. “What do you want?”Claire smiled. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what I already have.”Ava

When Enemies AlignAva’s Desperation GrowsThe glass of whiskey in Ava’s hand trembled as she sat alone in her penthouse, her perfectly manicured nails gripping the crystal tumbler so tightly she thought it might shatter.Liam was gone.He had walked out, leaving her with nothing but a ruined reputation and the sinking realization that her fairy tale had turned into a nightmare.She had built everything she had on lies, manipulation, and deception—but she had never once considered the possibility that Liam would stop believing her.Claire had done this.That bitch had come back from the grave, crawled out of the prison Ava had so carefully orchestrated for her, and now she was ripping Ava’s world apart—piece by piece.Ava slammed the glass down on the table, her pulse roaring in her ears.She wasn’t going to let Claire win.Not now.Not ever.She grabbed her phone and dialled the only person left in this city who was more dangerous than Claire.Damon Calloway.It rang twice before he

The Enemy’s Next MoveAva and Damon Plot Their RevengeAva sat across from Damon Calloway in a dimly lit, exclusive lounge in Manhattan. The smell of expensive cigars and aged whiskey lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a whispered promise of corruption.She was still fuming.Adrian had turned the tables too quickly. She had thought the press would devour Claire alive, but instead, Adrian had made her untouchable.Ava hated losing.And she refused to let Claire win.Damon, ever the picture of arrogance, swirled his drink lazily, smirking as he watched her. “You look like you’re about to explode, sweetheart.”Ava’s nails dug into her palm. “You promised me we’d ruin her.”Damon leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the plush leather booth. “Relax, princess. We’re just getting started.”Ava’s jaw ticked. “Adrian killed our first play. If the media won’t turn on her, we need something bigger.”Damon arched a brow, his smirk deepening. “And what exactly are you su

Truths and LiesThe Weight of DoubtClaire sat at the edge of Adrian’s bed, staring at the city skyline through the vast penthouse windows. The night was silent, yet her mind roared with unanswered questions.Adrian had been there the night before her arrest.The man who had stood by her side, who had protected her, fought for her, had been involved in the worst night of her life.And he hadn’t told her.She exhaled slowly, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of her dress.Ava and Damon had played her.And the worst part?It was working.Behind her, she heard Adrian step into the room. His presence commanded attention, even without a word.She didn’t turn.Couldn’t.Not yet.She felt the mattress dip slightly as he sat beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth, but not close enough to touch.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Then—his voice, low and steady.“You want the truth?”Claire exhaled. “I don’t know.”Adrian was silent for a beat. “Then let me deci