บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Is Mine : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chiara MorettiThe ride back to Alessandro's estate was totally quiet. I rested my head against the car window and just watched the city blur by.Back in the office, I was fierce, untouchable, and I had all the power but the second I stepped through the front doors of the estate, all that energy just drained right out of me. The high of the fight wore off, leaving me feeling like I had run a marathon. I was just so tired.I didn't go up to my bedroom. Instead, I walked down the long hallway and went straight into the library. It was my favorite room in the house. I took off my high heels and left them near the door. I walked over to the sofa sitting by the window, curled my legs up under me, and let out a long, heavy breath. I just sat there in the quiet, watching the sun start to set over the back gardens.I finally had him, I had the man who ruined my life begging and panicking. I should have been jumping for joy, but I wasn't.The door pushed open a few minutes later, and Alessandr

Chiara MorettiI honestly woke up feeling pretty good.For the first time in a while, I didn't wake up with that tight, heavy knot in my stomach. Usually, my mornings started with a rush of anxiety, a quick check over my shoulder, and the exhausting mental prep of putting on my Viviana mask but today was different.Maybe it was the quiet time I spent in the library with Alessandro yesterday. Just sitting there with him, sharing a glass of wine, and realizing that I will always have him by my side. He grounded me, he made me feel safe, and because I felt safe, I walked into the company building this morning feeling completely untouchable.The moment the elevator doors opened to my floor, my good mood hit a slight bump. My receptionist was sitting at her desk, looking incredibly stressed, nervously biting the end of her pen, while Marco sat in one of the waiting chairs in the lobby.I almost laughed out loud, he looked like an absolute trainwreck.It was only nine in the morning, but Ma

Marco ManciniThe ride in the back of the SUV was the longest twenty minutes of my entire life.I was sitting in the middle seat, wedged between two massive men who felt like brick walls, nobody said a single word. I was sweating through my clothes, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it might actually break them.The SUV finally slowed down and turned down a dark, narrow alleyway. We pulled into an underground loading dock, and I recognized the walls and the high-end delivery trucks. We were parked directly under Il Cuore, one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in the entire city. It was a place where politicians and celebrities ate.I didn't even get the chance to step out of the car. The second the door opened, hands grabbed me by the back of my jacket and dragged me out.My shoes scraped against the rough concrete as they pulled me through a service door and down a long, brightly lit hallway. We stopped in front of a steel door. One of the men pulled

Chiara MorettiThe silence of the car wrapped around me as our driver pulled up to the front of the grand hotel. Outside the tinted windows, the city's elite were pouring out of expensive cars, flashing their jewelry under the bright lights of the entrance.I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs. I was wearing a floor-length, deep emerald gown that hugged my body perfectly, with a slit up one side and a neckline that demanded attention. My hair was swept up, my makeup was flawless. Before the driver could open my door, Alessandro shifted on the leather seat next to me. "Chiara," he said,I turned to look at him. He was wearing a pitch-black tuxedo that made him look incredibly dangerous."I am not going to be able to stay by your side the entire night," Alessandro told me, his eyes locking onto mine. "The second we step into that room, people are going to want to talk to me. Business partners, politicians, men who want favors. I will be watching you, but I won't always b

Chiara MorettiMy knuckles were completely white. I was gripping the edge of the cocktail table so hard that my fingers were cramping, but I couldn't let go. I was trying desperately to pull enough oxygen into my lungs, my chest heaving.The ballroom around me was still buzzing with laughter, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the soft melodies of the string quartet. Nobody else had noticed a thing."Chiara."The voice cut through the ringing in my ears.A hand pressed flat against my lower back. I flinched instantly, spinning around, but my racing heart immediately slowed the second I saw him.Alessandro.He stepped right into my personal space, his tall frame blocking me from the view of the rest of the room. He took one look at my pale face, my wide eyes, and the way my hands were trembling against the tablecloth, and his expression instantly darkened."What happened?" Alessandro demanded, his eyes quickly scanned the crowd around us, looking for a threat. "Who spoke to you?"I