CHAPTER 20 - How far Can Ethan Go? (Flashback)

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• Revenge Becomes Her   CHAPTER 174 - The Other Side of Nathan

  ~RING~~RING~~RING~The landline’s shrill voice pierces through the marble-clad silence of the Kingsley residence.On the table beside him, Nathan’s phone buzzes relentlessly—a string of missed calls and unanswered messages lighting up the screen.ETHICS COMMITTEE – UNKNOWN CALLER – PRIVATE NUMBERHe sits in the center of the expansive living room, surrounded by art that no longer impresses him and furniture that feels colder than it ever used to. His silk shirt is wrinkled. His hair, unkempt. The ice in his glass has melted, the whiskey watered down—but he drinks it anyway.The ringing continues. He doesn’t reach for it.He doesn’t need to.He knows exactly who it is.Not mother. Not Fallon.Not some board member demanding deliverables.No.This is the sound of decay calling.The anonymous tip. The sealed rehab record. The truth wrapped in malice.His grip tightens around the glass.“That dumb bitch…”He mutters it quietly, like it’s not meant for anyone else.But the venom lacing

• Revenge Becomes Her   CHAPTER 173

  CARLISLE RESIDENCE – GUEST BEDROOM – The next dayThe soft light of a cloudy morning filters through the lace curtains. A gentle breeze plays with the edges of the windowpane. It’s quiet, almost deceptively peaceful, as if the house itself is holding its breath.Fallon stands before the mirror, brushing her fingers through her dark hair with slow, steady motions. She wears a simple black coat—elegant, understated. Her expression is unreadable.Behind her, Harlene leans against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, watching with a silent mixture of worry and respect.“Are you sure you want to go alone?”Fallon nods softly, “One way or another… I need to face everyone. The ghosts. The truths. The living.”She lets out a small breath, then glances at Harlene through the mirror.“Thank you, by the way.”Harlene's eyes flickered, “For what?” she asks innocently. Fallon smiled, “For never asking.” Harlene tilts her head slightly.“What happened to me? Why am I married to Nathan? Why is my f

• Revenge Becomes Her   CHAPTER 172 - Sean and Agatha

  The dining room is modest, glowing softly in golden lamplight. The smell of pumpkin soup, herbs, and freshly baked bread wafts in from the kitchen, enveloping the room in warmth that doesn’t just touch the skin but the soul.Fallon sits at the table, hands folded in her lap, eyes roaming across the framed family photos that line the shelf near the fireplace—snapshots of birthdays, vacations, mismatched smiles. None of them is grand. But all of them are real.She exhales deeply, quietly. “If only I were cherished and loved the way I loved Ethan. We could’ve had this.”She closes her eyes for a moment, grounding herself. Then—PAT. PAT. PAT.Small footsteps.Fallon opens her eyes.A little boy, maybe five or six, stands just outside the doorway—barefoot, in dinosaur pajamas, with sleepy curls and a shy stare.Fallon freezes.Her breath catches.“Sean…” she calls softly. The name leaves her lips like a prayer—unthinking, instinctive.The little boy blinks at her.“Are you okay?” he asks

• Revenge Becomes Her   CHAPTER 171 - A home like this

  The city blurs past the window. Fallon sits in the back seat, arms folded across her lap, eyes vacant as skyscrapers turn to brownstones and bustling streets soften into residential quiet.She had expected chaos the moment she returned to New York.She knew too well that Nathan and Madam Kingsley were keeping tabs on her. On everyone’s movements.She expected a message. A summons. A veiled threat.But instead, silence.No call from Madam Kingsley.No note from Nathan.Not even a cryptic warning from one of the Kingsley’s henchmen. “No calls. No shadow visits. No coded messages asking me to lay low or keep quiet.”Just nothing.That absence, more than anything, stings. “They let me go.”Or maybe—she thinks— “Maybe there’s nothing left to keep me for.”Maybe everything worth hiding… had already been exposed.Later that day…The vehicle pulls up in front of an elegant brownstone tucked behind a wrought iron gate. Not ostentatious, not designed to intimidate. Just… home.Fallon peers o

• Revenge Becomes Her   CHAPTER 170 - The Madam's Decision

  In an abandoned racetrack...Unknown location…The sky above is a slate of black, blank, and uncaring.The headlights of the black sedan flicker, casting strobe-like shadows across the fractured concrete. Every crack and blood trail is illuminated in sharp contrast.The car engine ticks faintly, heat escaping slowly. It sounds almost like breathing—shallow, dying.The once-grand racetrack is silent now.Except for the wind.And the soft, wet sound of blood soaking into old pavement.Silas Hawke’s body lies crumpled behind the car, chained like an afterthought. His form is twisted unnaturally, his skin a canvas of asphalt burns, bruises, and punishment. Every inch of him screams pain, even in stillness.But he’s still alive.Barely.His eyes flutter open for seconds at a time, unfocused and bloodshot. His lips part, but no sound comes. His vocal cords are raw, stripped by days of screaming that no one answered.This is no longer punishment.This is a ritual.This is legacy.A soft click

• Revenge Becomes Her   CHAPTER 169 - Nathan's Payback

  In the remote cabin’s front porch… The wind has softened, but the cold still bites. Snow crunches underfoot as Fallon steps outside, her hand wrapped in Eliot’s gloved one. Her breath fogs in the air, heart pounding with disbelief. At the base of the snowy path, a sleek black SUV waits, headlights low, engine humming quietly. The masked men flank either side, offering protection but keeping a respectful distance.“It doesn’t feel real.”“It is. You’re not alone anymore.” She nods but doesn’t speak. Her eyes flick to the door, wondering if Ethan will follow. But he doesn’t. She exhales and steps into the snow. Inside the cabin, moments later… Ethan stands motionless, still near the fireplace. His jaw is clenched, arms are limp at his sides. The door is wide open behind him, snowflakes swirling through. He could have stopped her. Could have begged louder. Could have fought harder. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.“This time, I didn’t lose her to death. I lost her to the truth. And