All Chapters of Revenge Becomes Her: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

In the KINGSLEY RESIDENCE, Fallon's room. Nathan paced near the bed, worry etched across his face as Fallon sat up slowly, pale and shaken from the earlier episode. An on-call doctor had just left after running basic checks, and now the room was quiet, too quiet.“Are you okay now?” Nathan asks in concern.She nods. “Didn’t you hear the doctor? I just need some rest.” Nathan frowns, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow. Full scan. Blood work. MRI, everything,” he suggests with concern. Fallon nodded, “I’ll go on my own.” She held his hand assuringly, “No need for you to worry about me. This is just stress.”He blinked. “What do you mean?”“I told you before that Sophia… She’s wearing me out,” she explains playfully. “She’s too much to handle."He hesitated, clearly torn, but nodded slowly. “Alright. But you call me if anything happens.”She reached up and cupped his face gently, a flicker of guilt in her eyes. “Promise.”THE NEXT DAY…Mount Sinai Hospital…"I don’t like this. You col

IN ST. JOSEPH ORPHANAGE – MOTHER SUPERIOR 'S OFFICE…Fallon stood in the warm light filtering through the stained-glass window, her eyes red, throat tight. The weight of her past pressed heavily on her chest. The story the Mother Superior told her is more than enough fuel to ignite the memory that had been buried in her mind. And it triggered not just the loneliness inside her but also a decades-old fury she never knew she was holding.Hatred is too strong; it could burn a whole city.The Mother Superior reached out and cupped Fallon’s trembling hands with her own. Jolting Fallon back to the present. “Don’t worry, child. Your secret is safe with me,” she said, assuringly.Fallon swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.“You’re as kind as the day I met you… When I thought the world had forgotten me.”A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of the Mother Superior’s lips.“The world may forget, Sherah, but some of us remember.”Fallon wiped her tears, then left, wit

Sophia screamed in glee. She twirled in front of the mirror, laughing, her silk robe brushing against her thighs as she admired herself. The scar across her forehead didn’t seem so ugly today. Her heart pounded from the thrill of Ethan’s call.“I’m getting married… I’m finally getting married,” she whispered to her reflection.Then—A blood-curdling holler erupted.Rebecca’s voice pierced through the walls, “SOPHIA?!”In a split second, thundering footsteps pounded down the hallway.Silas and Rebecca burst into Sophia’s room, panic overtaking their expressions.“What happened?! Is everything okay, dear?” Silas demanded, his face flushed.Rebecca reached out to her daughter in alarm, arms wide, her voice shaking. “Are you hurt?! What was that scream?!”Sophia turned toward them, her face lit up like a thousand suns. “Everything is more than fine,” she beamed. "Ethan wants to get married. Right away. Next week!”A beat of stunned silence.Then—Rebecca gasped, hand flying to her mouth. “

Nathan’s shoulders trembled slightly, the weight of his own words pressing harder than expected.“You know I’m not like this, right?” he said, his voice low and jagged, like it had been scraped across broken glass. “I’m the chill one. The one who laughed at chaos, who let things slide... but you—” his eyes locked with Fallon’s, “you and this twisted world left me no choice but to become this. I don’t even like what I’m turning into.”Fallon’s eyes softened with a sadness that didn’t dare rise to the surface. She reached out, gently brushing her hand against his sleeve. “I know, Nathan. I know.”Her voice was fragile, obedient. Like someone who had learned the cost of resistance.“That’s why I’ll follow your lead. No more nostalgia, no more... emotional impulsiveness.” She swallowed the tremor in her throat. “I’ll be docile, exactly how you need me to be. I won’t be a burden to you again.”Nathan lowered his head, his breath catching. “I just want this to end.”The words came out raw,

After a few eventful days of relentless maneuvering, the stage was set.Ethan, moving quietly but deliberately, had been working behind the scenes—strategizing, watching, planting subtle traps in hopes of exposing the culprits buried within the shadows of his life. Every meeting he scheduled, every phone call he made was a thread in a larger web no one else could yet see.On the other side, Nathan and Fallon moved just as methodically, their steps calculated to override and misdirect. They anticipated Ethan’s every angle, cloaking their tracks with charm and precision. Fallon, ever the illusionist, remained poised and unreadable, while Nathan stayed close to power, burying truth beneath layers of wit and diplomacy.Rebecca, meanwhile, teetered on the edge. Her composed exterior was thinning by the hour, haunted by the resurgence of memories she tried so hard to repress. She knew the noose was tightening—if not around her neck, then certainly around her secrets. And still, she dared no