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Chapter 88: Shifting Ground
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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
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 106: The Countdown
The boardroom at Brooks Enterprises felt heavier than usual, as though the walls themselves were aware that history was about to tilt in a new direction. The long mahogany table gleamed under the soft lighting, polished to perfection, yet no amount of luxury could soften the tension pressing down on everyone seated around it.Adam Brooks sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He had attended countless board meetings in this room, many of them contentious, some triumphant, but never one where he felt so clearly under siege. To his right sat his mother, Evelyn Brooks, dressed immaculately in dark colours, her back straight, her chin lifted. She looked calm to anyone who did not know her, but Adam could sense the storm coiled beneath her composure. Every few seconds, her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of her chair, a quiet tell of her simmering anger.Across the table sat Celine O’Neil.She did not fidget. She did not whisp
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 105: The Fall Before the Vote
Adam Brooks sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, the phone pressed tightly to his ear as though letting go might cause the last fragile thread of control to snap. The voice on the other end belonged to one of the company’s remaining investors, a man who used to speak with admiration, even confidence, when Brooks Enterprises was mentioned. Today, that tone was gone.“I understand your concerns,” Adam said, forcing calm into his voice. “But this is temporary. The restructuring plan is already in motion. Once the quarter closes—”The line went quiet for half a second too long.“With respect, Adam,” the investor replied carefully, “we’ve heard that before. The numbers don’t lie anymore.”Adam clenched his jaw. His fingers tightened around a pen until his knuckles whitened. “Are you saying you’re pulling out?”“I’m saying my board doesn’t see stability here. Not with the current leadership situation.”The words struck harder than Adam expected. Leadership situation. Not cash flow. Not mark
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 104: Fault Lines
Carter woke before dawn, long before the city found its rhythm. Sleep had barely touched him. His body still carried the ache from the bullet wound, a dull reminder of how close death had come, but it was not the pain that kept him restless. It was urgency. Unease. The feeling that time was running ahead of him while danger lingered too close to Celine O’Neil.He had spent most of the night following threads the police were ignoring or moving too slowly to pursue. Phone records that did not quite add up. A vehicle sighted near Ludik Holdings minutes before the shot was fired. A name that surfaced twice in two different reports, then vanished. None of it was complete, but it was enough to convince him of one thing: the threat was not over.Before he committed fully to the hunt, there was one place he needed to go. One conversation he could no longer postpone.Emilia.He told himself it was about closure. About honesty. About making sure she understood why he was about to disappear fr
Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest Chapter 103: Lines That Cannot Be Undrawn
Evelyn Brooks waited in the shadows of an abandoned stretch of the city where streetlights flickered without commitment and the air carried the smell of rust and neglect. She stood perfectly still, her black coat wrapped tightly around her frame, her posture rigid with fury that had not cooled since the news reached her. When Scorpion finally appeared, emerging cautiously from between two derelict buildings, she did not turn to greet him. She did not need to. She knew he was there.“You failed,” she said flatly, her voice cutting through the silence without emotion.Scorpion swallowed. He had rehearsed explanations on his way there, about timing, security, bad luck but the moment he heard her voice, every excuse felt useless. He tried anyway, mumbling something about the shot being obstructed, about the bodyguard moving unexpectedly.Evelyn turned then, slowly, her eyes cold and unblinking. “Don't insult my intelligence,” she said. “I paid you for certainty, not stories.”She stepp
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