All Chapters of A Contract For Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELISE'S POVArriving at BYRON Corporations, I didn’t waste a second before stepping into the elevator. The ride up felt endless, each passing floor feeding the heat under my skin. When the doors finally slid open, I stormed out, anger clinging to me like the scent of fire. My whole body was still trembling from the confrontation with Lauren. I was tired of being pushed around, tired of being constantly humiliated by all of them, and If I had to go the Kiera route, so be it. I wasn’t scared of their power and connections. I was married to their son, one of the most influential men in the city, so, I had just as much power as they did.I made a beeline for Miguel’s office, but just as I reached the door, Tania, his secretary, blocked my path, her tight smile as fake as a three-dollar bill, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hernandez, but Mr. Miguel is in a meeting,” she announced.I couldn’t give two f*cks about him or any stupid meeting, “Let me in,” I insisted, my tone wasn’t loud, but it carried enou

KIERA’S POV“Are you sure you got the name right? It could be Kayla or Kieran or even Keish—”“No, Miss, there were no misspellings,” the delivery man interjected.He handed me a slip of paper, and there it was, my name, clear as day.“Did you get the person’s name?” I implored, curiosity bubbling up like a shaken soda.“No, Miss,” he replied, “But he said he would call you soon,” he added.The whole situation felt off-kilter, but I accepted the bouquet of flowers.“Please sign this,” he said, holding out a receipt.I scrawled my signature, the pen scratching on the paper feeling far more significant than it should have.As the delivery guy hurried off, I cradled the flowers, inhaling their sweet fragrance.Who could possibly want to send me flowers? My mind raced through the possibilities like a whirlwind. Damien? Could he really be the one behind this? I could almost picture him smirking at me, that mischievous twinkle dancing in his eye. Nah, he would’ve mentioned it....Or would he?

GABRIEL’S POV“Was all that really necessary?” Kiera’s voice sliced through the charged atmosphere as she stepped into the elevator behind me.I could hear the edge in her tone, and for a split second, I thought about ignoring her. My anger still simmered, barely contained, and the last thing I wanted was to get into a debate right now.I jabbed the button for my floor, my jaw set tight as I struggled to rein in my emotions. The image of her sitting in that car, laughing with that fool, replayed in my mind like an unwanted film loop. My fists clenched involuntarily at my sides, aching for release.“Gabriel, I’m talking to you!” She insisted, moving closer, her frustration radiating off her.Why does she always have to push me? I took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm brewing inside me, remaining silent.“Are you really going to ignore me?” She pressed, her voice escalating. “Why do you get to decide who I can or can’t talk to?”I turned to her, my patience thinning like a stre

KIERA’S POV The clock on my wall ticked lazily toward 5:30 PM, and I was nowhere near ready. I’d dozed off after my bath, blissfully unaware when my 4 PM alarm had sung its tune.Standing in front of the mirror, I adjusted my hair, and I was just about to apply my makeup when a knock at the door interrupted me. I reluctantly strolled to open it only to find Clara standing there.“Miss, Master Gabriel said I should inform you that you’re running late,” she said, her tone polite yet urgent.“Tell him I’m almost done,” I replied, injecting warmth into my voice.As she walked away, I closed the door and sauntered back to the mirror, finishing my makeup with precision. I reached for the stunning red dress I had laid out on my bed, slipping into it flawlessly.The dress hugged my curves perfectly, its fabric shimmering under the light. It was a daring floor-length number with a plunging neckline that left just enough to the imagination. I paired it with strappy heels that added just the ri

ELISE’S POVThe clock ticked ominously toward 5:30 PM, each second echoing in my mind like a countdown to a pivotal moment. My mom’s words had been replaying in my head all day, her advice pressing down on me like a heavy blanket.Tonight was the night I would set my plans into motion, and it felt almost miraculous that I was ovulating at this crucial time.Lauren had slithered back to the hellhole she came from, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she resurfaced—possibly with someone to take my place. I needed to act quickly to secure my position in the house.Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the bathroom, allowing the warm water to wash over me, melting away my anxiety. The steam curled around me, and I contemplated the high stakes of my situation.Joe had confirmed that Miguel would be home by 7 PM, and as the minutes slipped away, I focused on my preparations.I took my time in the bath, carefully styling my hair, applying just the right amount of makeup, and finish