All Chapters of Empire of Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter one : The Last Hunt

Serafine POV"Mom,” I murmured, "Daddy."They were on the floor. Both of them. Cold, still, lying in a pool of blood. I dropped to my knees and shook them, begging them to move. They didn't."No," the word came out broken. "No. Mom and Dad. Please open your eyes. Wake up. Please."I gasped, jerking upright, vision blurring as I fought to focus.My breathing was uneven, sweat dampening my skin. I looked down at the golden gown draped over me. Flawless. A cruel contrast to the memories tearing through my mind. My parents. The image wouldn't leave."Madame, we have arrived," the driver said, with a soft French accent, stepping out of the car. I swallowed hard and lifted my eyes.The Palais D'Or ballroom glowed beneath the night skyline, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk.Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I was glad his son Zavier wasn't here tonight. It made killing Caspian considerably easier than I'd planned."Are you ready?" Kael's voice cam

Chapter Two : The Price of Failure

Serafine POV"Ugh," I groaned. My body ached everywhere. I forced my eyes open. A harsh light overhead blinded me. The smell of damp mildew filled the air. Gray concrete walls on every side. I looked down. Handcuffs on my wrists.A narrow metal bed bolted to the wall on my left. I pushed myself upright with a sharp hiss, pain shooting through me."Assassin princess is awake."My head snapped toward the voice. Zavier Ventura stepped into the cell, unhurried, and stood over me with cold eyes. One of his men dragged a chair in behind him. He sat, shoulders squared, the kind of presence that filled a room without trying. His lips curved into a slow, menacing smile, the kind meant to rattle people. I kept my face blank."You killed my father." Not a question. A verdict."Yes," I said.His gaze hardened."I wish I could have killed you too, asshole," I said. One of his men stepped forward, ready to strike."Stand down." Zavier didn't even look at him. The man froze and stepped back. Zavier's

Chapter - Three

Serafina POVPacing back and forth in the room, guilt claws at me. This is my fault. I should’ve been faster. Smarter. I let that small win get to my head, and now Kael is paying for it.Standing by the window, my eyes catch Zavier’s dark blond hair in the sunlight. He’s talking to Jero, his right-hand man.I study him carefully. If I want to get Kael out, I’ll need help from within. Someone close to Zavier. Jero could be that person. The kind of man who looks like he can handle anything.His green eyes suddenly meet mine, like he feels me watching. His brown wavy hair catches the light. Tanned skin. Sharp features.Zavier follows his gaze.The moment his cold eyes lock onto mine, anger flares in my chest. He says something to Jero. Jero’s head snaps toward him.But Zavier doesn’t look away.Neither do I. It feels like a silent standoff. I’m not the one to break first. Eventually, he does, turning back to Jero. A soft knock pulls me away. My muscles tense.“Come in.”I shift into a rea

Chapter - Four

Serafina POVMy bodyguard, Madison, pulls a blindfold over my eyes. Her grip stays firm as she guides me down the steps, steadying me whenever I slip. She doesn’t say much, just enough to keep me moving until I’m inside the car.The location has changed. I can feel it. This isn’t the same mansion from the party. Fresh air. Different silence. I keep wondering which country I’m in. Definitely not France.No one speaks during the drive. Not a word. I try mapping it out in my head anyway: the distance, the turns, the time. About an hour, give or take.The car finally stops. Voices drift through the air in American accents. Music pulses low, like a heartbeat beneath the floor.We’re in LA.So that’s the game. He’s toying with me.The blindfold comes off.A speakeasy.I turn to the left, catching my reflection in the window. My blond hair falls in soft waves over one shoulder, styled to perfection. My face looks flawless beneath the makeup, and my red lips seem even more alluring.The burgu

Chapter- Five

Serafina POVThe next day, I’m awake before dawn out of habit. The moment I step into the room, I notice a white dress laid neatly across the bed, like it’s been waiting for me.A note rests beside it.I wanted to wrap the gift, but I figured you’d hate that. — Zavier.I toss the note into the bin.The gown doesn’t feel real. None of this does. I’m about to marry a man I’d rather see dead. The weight of it presses in, tight and suffocating.I shut my eyes. What would Kael say if he were here right now? A memory surfaces from training. His voice is steady.“Remember, when you’re trapped, you don’t lose your cool. Don’t let your emotions take over. You stay calm. You fight through. Survival comes first if you want to finish the mission.”I take a slow breath. Then another. A soft knock breaks the silence.Madison.“Come in,” I say.“Serafina, these are your makeup artist and hairstylist,” Madison says as she steps inside.“I could’ve managed on my own,” I reply.“Sir insisted.”Of cours

Chapter - Six

Serafine—POVAn officiant stood at the altar, waiting for us. Zavier faced me, his gaze dragging over me again, slow and deliberate, as if he hadn't already seen me earlier.I hated it. I wanted to throw daggers at him.Camera drones hovered too close, invading my space, while I stood there pretending to be in love with this asshole. So I smiled.Jero stepped aside, and I walked the rest of the way to the small stage.Zavier extended his hand, that effortless smile already back in place. I took my position opposite him, even as everything inside me burned darker.The lifeless faces of my parents haunted me. Every time I looked at him, the memories crawled back, dragging nightmares with them. Yet he smiled warmly, every expression flawless. A classic actor, playing his role to perfection.Jero moved to Zavier's side as his best man. Madison stood behind me as my bridesmaid, dressed in a soft pink halter gown. The officiant cleared his throat.“Keep it brief, officiant. We don't have mu

Chapter - Seven

Serafine — POVFor a split second, it looked like he might shoot me.The man behind him dropped. The one behind me hit the ground. Silence settled over us for a single beat. His blue eyes found mine, something unreadable flickering in them."You saved my life," Zavier said, raising a brow. "But for a split second, you thought about killing me, didn't you?""Tempting," I hissed. "But I care about Kael's well-being."He shook his head."You're thinking with your head instead of your emotions," he mocked. "Bet you could've done it, though.""Don't get cocky," I said. "If anyone's killing you, it's me.""Weren't you worried I'd kill you first?""I knew you wouldn't," I said coldly. "You still need me as your wife. For whatever twisted reason."His expression darkened."When the time comes, I'll have to kill you," he murmured."We'll see who gets there first," I shot back.Another shot rang out. Zavier grabbed me, yanking me hard against him and turning my body just as a bullet whipped pas

Chapter - Eight

Serafine—POVThe wedding reception demanded a dress, and this one didn't disappoint: an off-white satin gown that hugged my frame like a fitted glove. I checked myself in the mirror. Off-the-shoulder, full sleeves, lace crawling over the fabric just enough to conceal the damage on my upper arm.Hair pulled into a tight bun. Minimalist makeup looks perfect on my pale skin. Diamond necklace with diamond earrings giving me extra glam! An expensive, misty perfume rub on my wrist.A soft knock."Come in."Zavier stepped in, and my eyes moved over him before I could stop them. Navy tux, a crisp white shirt, and black lapels were too polished. There was something about his aura that carried an edge of danger even in formal wear. His hair sat just right; he'd planned it that way. Blue eyes locked on mine, sweeping down my frame head to toe and then back up."What are you staring at? Let's go." My voice came out sharper than I intended. I didn't like the way his gaze settled on me.I moved pas

Chapter - Nine

Serafine - POV"Take her away, Mr. Mosley." Zavier's voice cut through my reprieve, bitter as broken glass.Mr. Mosley pulled Celeste away. The crowd swallowed the moment whole chatter, drinks, and laughter, like nothing had happened. Like this was normal. I looked at Zavier. His gaze stayed locked on Celeste a beat too long. Something raw. Something he wasn't hiding fast enough.Don't tell me they have history.I'd ask him about it later. He wouldn't tell me the truth. I already knew that. But Celeste's face had said enough. That wasn't jealousy dressed up as politeness. That was obsession. They'd been something. Maybe they still were.Zavier straightened, the mask sliding back into place. "You alright, Princess?"There it was. The act is back on cue.I smiled sweetly, perfectly, and practiced and rose on my toes to whisper in his ear. "I'm not fine. You kissed me. I need to go to a washroom. I'd like to scrub your taste off my tongue, if that's not too much trouble."His grip closed

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