All Chapters of The Billion Dollar Revenge For Lucia Hale: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sunlight that streamed through the windows felt softer.That was Elara's first thought when she woke up the next morning. For a moment, she lay still on the bed, staring at the white, flowery ceiling, wondering if the last few days had all been some strange, vivid dream. The massive bed, the luxurious room, the signed marriage papers on the desk…none of it felt real.She pinched herself, touched the sheets, took a deep breath of the morning air. Yup. Real as stone. She pushed the covers aside and walked over to the giant mirror. The pale, sickly woman from the hospital was fading. Color had returned to her cheeks, her dark hair fell over her shoulders in lovely ways and her green eyes were brighter.Brighter than they had ever been in the past few years.She touched her face lightly, then sighed. How had she been so blind?All those years of sacrifice, late nights, giving up everything for him and Hale Fashion. The love, the loyalty, the way she had defended him to everyone.

The Steele Mansion was built in the countryside, so Atlas drove down a quiet road in the middle of rolling green fields. He enjoyed the view, and the drive whenever he wanted some peace and quiet. Otherwise, he could spend the day in any one of his penthouses in the city. But when he got tired of all of that, the countryside was where he retired to. The familiar sight of home greeted him as he headed down the private driveway. He stepped out, handing the keys to the waiting valet and walked up the steps to the house. The butler, Albert, was already at the door. Tall and thin, he looked slightly over fifty, and his brows were raised in judgment as he spotted Atlas. “Welcome back, sir,” he said in his thick Cockney accent.“Ugh, don't give me that look, Alby.” Atlas unbuttoned his shirt. “Is grandma around?”Albert shook his head. “She isn’t, sir. She’s gone out on her morning walk.”Atlas exhaled in relief. “Good sign.”“She might still be furious with you. You haven't been picki

Atlas wiped sweat from his brow before he lunged for the ball and missed by inches. The tennis ball bounced off the court with a sharp thwack. He groaned loudly, racket dangling from his hand. “Match point to me,” Dean called from the other side of the net. “That’s three in a row, man. You’re off your game today.” “Don't get too cocky yet.” Atlas walked to the sideline, grabbing a bottle of water. He took a long drink, catching his breath at the same time. The exclusive club’s private courts were quiet this time of day, the sun high overhead. Normally he enjoyed crushing Dean at tennis, but today his head wasn’t in it. Dean joined him, wiping his face with a towel. “What’s up with you? You’ve been distracted since you got here.” Atlas leaned against the bench, staring at the green court. “My grandmother’s been on my neck again.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Thought you would have pushed her down the stairs by now.” “Dude!” Dean lifted his hands with a dry chuck

The Black Horse was one of the city's most exclusive private clubs, located in the very centre of the big business names. Atlas lounged in the VIP section, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The low lights and loud music created the perfect condition he was looking for: to forget the world outside. He rarely stepped out of his houses, but when he did, it was mostly because of Dean. Who sat across from him, already on his third drink. His eyes were glued to the stage, on the two dancing strippers. “Another round?” Dean asked, signaling the waitress without waiting for an answer.Atlas nodded, taking a slow sip. He liked the burn of the whiskey as it burned down his throat. “Know that yacht I told you about?” Dean asked. “Yeah, you talked about it a thousand times already.”“Well, I almost got it.” Atlas gave him a questioning look. “Almost?” Dean shrugged. “Ronnie got divorced. Half his properties went to Donna.” “Damn. That's cold.”“Evil, is the word you should be looking for.

CHAPTER EIGHTEENElara frowned. “Why is it such a big deal? It’s just a dinner invitation.”Amelia leaned back in her chair,her brows pulled into a frown. “In this elite world of ours, Elara, there are few families with definite power. And even fewer with royal lineage. The Rashfords, the Blackwoods, our family and the Steeles are the most recognized. But the Steele family only became a powerful name because of their matriarch, Victoria.” Elara paused, with her fork hovering over her scrambled eggs. Her aunt's eyes seemed distant, and her tone was serious. “She amassed a fortune from this city that most can only dream of, even while her husband was alive.”“How did she do that?” “No one can say, for sure. But it surely would have included…dangerous methods, since her family came from abroad. Everyone knows her to be ruthless and fierce. She carved her path through a man’s world with nothing but intellect and iron will. People look up to her. Fear her, even. She’s kept to herself m