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Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 112: When Power Loses Its Voice
The executive holding cell Evelyn Brooks was placed in bore no resemblance to any room she had occupied in decades. There were no polished floors, no framed art, no windows overlooking a city that once bent to her will. A single metal table stood at the centre, bolted firmly to the floor, its surface scarred from years of use. Two chairs faced each other, both equally uncomfortable, equally unforgiving.Evelyn sat upright, her back straight, hands resting neatly on the table. She wore the same composure she had perfected over a lifetime, but the room worked against her. The flickering fluorescent light above cast harsh shadows across her face, exposing lines she usually concealed beneath confidence and control. There was no mirror here, but she could feel the difference. Power had always responded to her presence. This place did not.The door opened with a muted click, and Detective Freeman stepped in without ceremony. He didn’t rush. He didn’t acknowledge her immediately. He clo
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 111: The Secrets Exposed
The boardroom was quiet in a way Adam Brooks had never experienced. Not the respectful silence that followed authority, not the tense pause before negotiation, but a heavy, suffocating stillness that pressed against his chest.Every face around the table was turned toward him, not with curiosity or anticipation, but with disbelief and restrained anger.Adam stood at the head of the table, no longer seated in the chair that once symbolized control. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him, fingers interlocked as though holding himself together required physical effort. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded distant even to his own ears.“I took the loans without informing the board.”A ripple of reaction moved through the room. Chairs shifted. Someone inhaled sharply. Mrs. Lawson’s pen slipped from her fingers and clattered softly against the table, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence.“They were short-term facilities,” Adam continued, forcing himself to keep going. “B
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 110: Quiet Grounds, Loud Truths
The park was still waking up when Celine began her jog. She liked this hour because it felt honest. No boardrooms. No guards hovering too close. No calculated smiles or waiting enemies. Just her breath, her pace, and the steady rhythm of her feet hitting the paved path.She had insisted on coming alone. Carter and Collins had argued, quietly but firmly, standing by the car at the park entrance. Carter, still not fully recovered, looked especially tense, but she shut them both down with a single look. She needed space. She needed to remember who she was outside power, outside revenge, outside the constant war that had become her life. They remained in the car, watching from a distance, respecting her decision even if they hated it.As she ran, her thoughts refused to slow down. Numbers drifted through her mind. Board votes. Investor confidence. Timelines. The fragile balance she was maintaining between patience and pressure. Adam was still breathing because she allowed it. Evelyn
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 109: The Shape of Control
Celine O’Neil’s penthouse office sat high above the city, wrapped in glass and steel, silent except for the distant hum of traffic far below. Everything about the space reflected intention and control. The furniture was minimal, the colours restrained, every object positioned with purpose. Nothing here was accidental, and nothing was allowed to linger without reason. From the moment one stepped inside, it was clear this was not just an office, but a declaration of authority.Glenn Peterson sat opposite her, his back straight against the leather chair, eyes moving subtly as he took in the room. He had been in many offices belonging to powerful people, but this one unsettled him in a way he could not immediately explain. Perhaps it was the stillness, or the fact that Celine herself seemed perfectly at ease within it, as though the space had grown around her rather than been built for her.He placed a folded newspaper on the glass table between them and slid it forward. The headlin
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 108: The Stay of Execution
The boardroom of Brooks Enterprises felt suffocating long before the meeting formally began. The air was thick with whispers, cautious glances, and the kind of tension that settled into bones rather than hovering at the surface. Adam Brooks sat rigidly at the head of the long mahogany table, his back straight, his jaw locked, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Beside him, Evelyn Brooks sat with her usual poise, her spine erect, her expression unreadable, though there was a restless alertness in her eyes. She leaned slightly toward her son, radiating a quiet, possessive loyalty, as if her presence alone could shield him from whatever judgment awaited.Across the room, the other board members took their seats slowly. No one spoke openly. Mr. Donovan avoided Adam’s eyes, his attention fixed on the documents before him. Mrs. Lawson sat with her hands folded neatly, her face composed but thoughtful. Mr. Reynolds leaned back in his chai
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 107: The Confession
The dining room felt too quiet.Celine O’Neil sat alone at the long dining table, the polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the chandelier above. Usually, she preferred silence in the mornings. It helped her think, helped her plan. But today, the quiet felt tense, stretched thin like a wire pulled too tight. Her thoughts kept circling back to the upcoming board vote at Brooks Enterprises, replaying every word spoken in that room, every look exchanged, every threat disguised as civility.Four days.She lifted a hand absently, resting her fingers against the rim of the porcelain bowl placed before her. The aroma of hot soup drifted upward, comforting, familiar. Normally, she would have started eating without hesitation, but her mind was far from food.Across the room, Collins stood near the wall, his presence unobtrusive but constant. He watched everything. Always did.The maid who had brought the soup stood frozen a few steps away from the table, her hands clasped tightly in
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