Rayne's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Nathan's POVElvis stopped the car, turned back, and stared at me. “You ain't fucking serious?” He asked, puzzled by my idea. “I am dead serious. I don't trust that woman to give me such information just for nothing,” I said, with my hands setting my shirt collar. “Isn't she in her mid-forties?” Elvis asked. “Yep, and you're asking because?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.Elvis smiled and turned to face the steering. In one twist of the key, the car's engine came to life and we rode out of there. “Because I might know someone. He's young, a rascal. In his early thirties, handsome and the perfect clip for Lucinda.”When I got home, it was already late. Rayne, Leo, and Janet were asleep in the living room, embraced in a hug. They must have been awake waiting for me. I threw my phone on the one-piece settee opposite the one Rayne and the kids slept on. I felt relief and happiness watching them before I carried Leo in my arms, walked to his room, and tugged him into his bed. I went b

Alex's POV“Take it as a gift from a son to his mother. Besides, your cat is in good condition and you just brought me a delicious lunch. I have been starving,” I said, returning her money to her palm. Mrs. Rosalinda smiled and patted my head.We laughed and she made jokes about her siblings still stealing her stuff even at their age before she left.With a smile, I pulled the flask of food out of the shopping bag, Mrs. Rosalinda had packed my lunch. I took out the strawberry drink she kept, smiling like a child. I knew it was her daughter's doing. We had met some months ago at the park with our parents. For an Italian family, they loved spicy food. It was tasty but my eyes were always teary when I was done eating. I was fighting for my life when I finished my meal of spicy chicken pasta and strawberry juice. For some weird reason, I had started to get addicted to spicy food. The rest of the day went by with new customers, some were nice, and others dramatic. I handled them all pro

Alex's POV“When do I get to see him?” I asked.“Today. He's not been exactly calm since he found out.” Nathan spoke. “Neither have I. What's he like?” I asked calmly. My curiosity beat at me despite my growing anxiety. Nathan answered. “You'll get to see for yourself, but know he's a complete reflection of you. Except the crazy old man stuff.” I laughed and the call ended. I sat there, thoughtless, staring at my phone. I let out the breath I had been holding in. The rest of my working hours were filled with a few customers with some complaints and questions about their pets. My mind was elsewhere thinking about how my biological father would take me. The last customer for the day had just left and I began disposing of the syringes and hand gloves I used. The door slightly creaked open and the sounds of right footsteps followed. I raised my head from the register I was looking at and saw Nathan standing in the doorway. His face slowly gave way to a warm smile and my heart beat fa

Rayne's POV“Nathan, Zia's out of prison. She got an appeal and somehow proved her insanity," I complained.“I know. I found out this morning. But that doesn't seem to be the only thing on your mind. What is it?” Nathan said, pulling back as his eyes locked onto mine. I took a deep breath and let it out. “I got a text just after I saw the news. It said the first strike. It was an unknown number and it called me but I was too frightened to pick up. First, Zia gets out and I know she's not smart to do this plus she is at the hospital.” “You think it's Lucinda?” Nathan asked calmly. “I don't know who to blame right now. Have you checked the CCTV footage?” I asked, hoping to find some answers. Nathan answered just immediately as if he was expecting me to ask the questions. “My men are working on it now.” Jack walked in at that moment. “We could find any suspicious activity or persons on the camera. The main circuit seemed to have been tampered with. I am guessing the footage was dele

Zia’s POVThe prison room was cold as I was alone in my room. I glanced at the toilet from my small bed. The bed was only large enough to carry only me. I felt devastated, angry at Rayne but pity for myself. How did I move from the queen of the business world to this? And Elliot? That bastard had betrayed me. I had betrayed him first but it still didn't give him the right to leave me like this.I had spent a month in this disgusting cell, the prison room was neat and I was lucky for someone to pay for me to stay alone after a week of torture and bruising from the other prison mates. I had begged the warden for a phone call to call my Dad, Rayne's father but he didn't respond to any of my calls. Maybe, it was Dad but I was moved to the upper-class prison cells where I could stay alone and not have to worry about fighting for where to sleep with five roommates for the night or being woken up with kicks. The inmates were cruel and I was subjected to slavery. I began to feel how my maid