Semua Bab Revenge Becomes Her: Bab 91 - Bab 100

“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation

Thirty minutes had gone by, and Nathan Kingsley was still nowhere to be seen.Nathan’s carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude infuriated Ethan. The man had confirmed his attendance a month ago and reconfirmed the time and place just 24 hours earlier.These seats weren’t ceremonial—they were crucial. The bidding event was one of the most significant deals in Farwell Group's recent history.Had Nathan declined in advance, the next largest investor would've taken his seat. At events like this, there was a strict protocol to follow: the President or Vice President must be present, along with the top six investors. Together, they represented over 40–55% of the company's total shares, ensuring that decisions weren’t made unilaterally.Ethan himself held an 18% share, followed by others holding 10%, 9%, 8%, 5%, and so on.At precisely 3:05 PM, Ethan had already welcomed everyone. The first presenter had just risen to speak when the door opened, stealing everyone's attention.In walked Nathan.He w

Ethan arrived at his grandmother’s house and parked beside a familiar white Porsche. He glanced inside, spotting a pair of women’s shoes and a man’s coat tossed carelessly in the backseat.Carrying an expensive bottle of wine, he stepped into the manor. Laughter echoed from the living room—his grandmother and Nathan. The sound stirred something in him. Since Sherah’s death, the house had been silent, cloaked in mourning. But now, hearing her laugh again—because of Nathan—softened Ethan, if only slightly.“Maybe I’ll let him live,” he thought dryly.“Grandma,” he greeted with a faint smile that didn’t reach his hollow eyes.“Ah! There you are. You’re late,” she scolded.Nathan chuckled at the remark. He finds it ironic. The three of them sat down for dinner.“When will Fallon visit again?” Madam Farwell asked Nathan. The question was casual—affectionate.Ethan’s thoughts froze. “Grandma knows the Porsche girl?”Nathan looked at the elderly woman, now in her eighties, and replied, “She

“So why the eyes?” Nathan asked, pouring deep red wine into Fallon’s glass, the bottle tilting casually. It was a small, private celebration of their quiet triumph.Fallon’s smile was unsettling as she twirled the glass, inhaling the rich scent of the wine. Her voice was low, almost tender in its malice.“Because I hated how he looked at me that day... in that filthy alleyway.” She stared into the swirling liquid as if she could see the memory reflected there.“I begged. I reached out my hand for help... and all he did was stare at me, disgusted. Those judgmental, arrogant green eyes looked at me like I was filth. Like my existence wasn’t worth the dirt under his shoes. Now...” she raised her glass slightly, as if in a dark toast, “those eyes are nothing more than trophies. And Sebastian? He's nothing but a discarded footnote in this narrative.”She took a slow sip, letting the bitterness sit on her tongue, savoring it.“You know...” she continued, her voice softening, “it’s not easy t

It was Nathan’s first day as the official Chief Legal Officer (CLO). He arrived early, arms full of carefully packed boxes, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement and purpose. As he stepped out of the elevator and crossed the marble floor toward his office, every head turned.Whispers stirred the air behind him like a rising storm.The female staff, in particular, exchanged curious, admiring glances and whispered about the tall, blonde stranger. Their excitement crumbled quickly when someone muttered the news that he was married and off-limits. Disappointment spread like a wildfire.Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition.He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box."A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep