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043: Fighting for Life
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Revenge is Best Served Cold 044: Building from the ashes
Elena's POV I sat at my kitchen table with my laptop open, staring at numbers that still didn't feel real. $5,200,000.00 The money Marcus had loaned from Victor. The money he thought would buy him a new life with Sophia. The money that was now mine. It was sitting in an account in an offshore account. Safe, untraceable and clean. I took a sip of my coffee and opened another window on my computer. Time to put this money to good use. For the past three hours, I had been reading through Marcus' old business files. All the deals he had made. All the clients he had stolen from. All the companies he had helped destroy with his terrible advice. Marcus thought he was smart. He thought he understood business and money and how to make both work for him. But he was wrong about everything. He was just making uninformed investment decisions for clients like a gambler. I could see it clearly now. Every mistake he had made. Every opportunity he had missed. Every client he had failed becaus
Revenge is Best Served Cold 043: Fighting for Life
Isabella's POV The needle went into Marcus's arm with a soft pop.I watched in horror as Dr. Armando pushed the clear liquid into my brother's body. Marcus tried to pull away, but the restraints held him tight against the metal table."No," I whispered. "Please, no."But it was too late. The drug was already working. Marcus' eyes started to get heavy. His struggles got weaker and weaker until he went completely still."There we go," Dr. Armando said, pulling the empty syringe away. "Much better."He walked over to his tray of instruments and picked up a scalpel. The blade was so sharp it seemed to cut through the air itself.The smell in this room was making me sick. It was like a hospital, but wrong. Too much bleach trying to cover up something terrible. Something that smelled like blood and death and fear.And there were sounds coming from other rooms. Sounds that made my skin crawl.Screaming. Crying. Begging.This wasn't just one operating room. This was a whole building. A whole
Revenge is Best Served Cold 042: The Collector's Operating Room
Marcus' POV I woke up to the taste of blood in my mouth and the feeling of cold leather on my wrists.The world came back to me slowly, like swimming up from the bottom of a deep, dark pool. First the pain. It was a sharp, throbbing pain in my head where someone had hit me. Then the smell came to me. There was definitely an antiseptic smell but it was mixed with another bad smell.Fear.I tried to move and immediately realized I was strapped down. Thick leather restraints held my wrists and ankles to what was definitely a metal table. The surface beneath me was cold and hard, like the table I woke up in during the autopsy.But this was feeling much worse than that.I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't.I was in what looked like an operating room, but not the kind you'd find in any legitimate hospital. The walls were bare concrete, stained with things I didn't want to think about. There were no windows, no decorations, nothing that suggested this place existed in the
Revenge is Best Served Cold 041: The Monster's Smile
Dr Parker's POV Elena's laugh filled the apartment like music. Not the sweet, gentle laughter I heard from her during Marcus's medical appointments, but something darker. Something that made my skin crawl."A monster?" she repeated, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that what I am, Dr. Parker?"I stood in her doorway, trembling with rage and terror. "Yes. That's exactly what you are."Elena walked back to her wine glass and picked it up, swirling the deep red liquid like she had all the time in the world."Let me understand this correctly," she said, her voice perfectly calm. "I'm a monster because I escaped the evil plans you all had for me?""That's not—""Because I refused to let my husband abandon me with millions in debt while he ran away with my step-sister?"Her words hit me like physical blows."Because I wouldn't quietly accept being destroyed by people I trusted?"Elena took a slow sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving my face."If that makes me a monster, Dr. Parker
Revenge is Best Served Cold 040: The Doctor's Desperation
Dr Parker's POV My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I stood in Elena's living room, staring at the woman I thought I knew. The same woman who had cried so beautifully when I told her her husband was dead. The same woman who had thanked me for being so caring during Marcus' final moments.Now she sat in her chair like a queen on her throne, sipping wine and watching me fall apart with those cold, calculating eyes."Elena," I said, my voice cracking like a teenager's. "I need to know. Have you been recording our conversations? Do you have evidence against me?"She tilted her head slightly, like she was considering the question. "What kind of evidence would I have, Dr. Parker?""Don't play games with me," I snapped, desperation making me bold. "Marcus's blood work came back. The drugs in his system... they're going to know exactly what I did to him."Elena took another sip of her wine. "Are they?""Of course they are!" I started pacing again, my medical bag clutched in my sweating palms.
Revenge is Best Served Cold 039: Sweet Justice
Elena’s POV I stood in the hospital corridor, my back pressed against the cool wall, watching through the open door of Marcus' room as Victor's men secured zip ties around my enemies' wrists. The plastic strips bit into their skin, leaving angry red marks that would only get worse as they struggled.Perfect.Isabella was fighting the hardest, thrashing in her chair like a wild animal despite her injured leg. Blood was now soaking through the bandage on her thigh, staining the white gauze a deep crimson shade of red."You lying bitch!" Isabella screamed, her voice carrying through the door. "I know you took the money! I know you planned all of this!"Her eyes found mine through the door and I could see the pure hatred burning there. The desperate rage of someone who had finally realized they were outplayed at every turn.I stepped closer to the door so she could see me clearly. Then I smiled.Not the sweet, innocent smile I was wearing all day. Not the confused, heartbroken widow expr
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