All Chapters of Revenge Becomes Her: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Outside the Payphone – Rain Falling LightlyThe black SUV pulled up slowly to the curb, its windows tinted, engine purring low. One of Vladimir’s men stepped out, adjusting his leather gloves as he approached the woman hunched by the payphone.Sophia’s hair was tangled. Eyes bloodshot. Her filthy shirt clung to her frame like a shroud. The madness in her gaze was sharp but barely contained.“Miss Hawke?” the man asked cautiously.She turned slowly, almost detached from her own limbs, as if they weren’t quite listening anymore. Still, she nodded.“Should I take you home?” he offered.Sophia's lips parted, then trembled. “No,” she said softly. “Not like this. My mother can’t see me like this.”She steadied herself against the side of the car, voice growing more certain. “Take me to a hotel. Somewhere discreet. I need to eat.” She paused. She still remembered the dirty food she had eaten earlier. “Take a long shower and change clothes.”The man blinked but nodded, gesturing her in. Once s

New York Medical Hospital…Private Intensive WardThe sterile white light above flickered faintly, casting a dull sheen across the linoleum floor. The room was still eerily so.Rebecca lay unmoving, entangled in wires and tubes, her face pale and hollow beneath the thin oxygen mask. The faint, rhythmic beep...beep...beep of the heart monitor was the only sound that dared to exist in that space. Time moved sluggishly inside those four walls, as if mourning alongside her.Sophia sat slumped in a visitor’s chair near the edge of the bed, wrapped in an oversized coat, her hair a disheveled curtain partially veiling her face. She hadn’t spoken in hours. Just stared at her mother’s fragile body, as if willing her to wake up with sheer hatred for the silence.She had been doom-scrolling on her phone out of sheer restlessness, celebrity gossip, finance scandals, political dirt, anything to drown out her own thoughts, until she saw it.The headline was subtle.“Farwell, Heir Spotted at Private

In the FARWELL GROUP – EXECUTIVE FLOORDING.The private elevator opens with a metallic chime that cuts through the morning hum like a sniper shot.Out storms Sophia, her heels striking the polished marble like war drums. Her blazer swings open with every step, her lipstick slightly smeared, her eyes red-rimmed but not from makeup—no, these are the battle markings of betrayal. Rage cloaks her like expensive perfume gone rancid.The bustling open-concept floor stills into eerie silence. Assistants clutch coffee cups mid-air, interns shrink into corners, and even senior executives pause their phone calls, eyes swiveling like hunted prey.Sophia’s voice rising, near unhinged, “Where is he?! Where is the cheating bastard?!”She doesn’t wait for an answer. Her eyes dart across the floor like a predator. In one violent motion, she swipes a stack of neatly organized files off an assistant’s desk—papers explode into the air, fluttering like the last shred of her composure.Sophia addresses eve

FARWELL GROUP – CEO OFFICE – EARLY AFTERNOONThe atmosphere was thick—taut with unease, heavy with questions neither dared to ask aloud.Fallon sat in Ethan’s office, her spine stiff, eyes distant. The ticking of the minimalist wall clock seemed to echo louder than it should. Her fingers twisted anxiously in her lap. Every nerve in her body screamed that something was off.Something Nathan wasn’t telling her.Something she should’ve known by now.“That scumbag…” She mumbled under her breath. Ethan, who was leaning by the corner of his desk, watching her more than his phone, picked up the shift in her voice.“Did you say something?” He asked in concern. She startled slightly. Her eyes flicked to his, then away.She shook her head. “No. I just think… the onlookers earlier probably already moved on.”She gave a half-hearted shrug, her eyes downcast, landing on her hands, trembling, betraying her. Her voice wavered.“I… I think I should return to my husband’s office. Take care of him.”T

CALIFORNIA – MILES RESIDENCEAllan sat in silence, staring blankly at the wall across from him. His expression was unreadable, carved in stone. The noise of the gathering had faded from his ears. Somewhere inside him, the rage that had fueled him for so long was disintegrating… leaving behind something far more hollow and confusing.He laughed bitterly under his breath. “Stupid,” he muttered, almost as if berating himself for holding onto the wrong grudge for so many years.Then, a light but firm pat landed on his shoulder, grounding him back to the present.Nathan sat down opposite him, still nursing the swelling bruise on his cheek. “Now I understand why you attacked me at Ethan’s rehearsal dinner,” he said softly.Allan didn’t meet his eyes. He kept his gaze locked on the floor. “I’m not good at apologizing,” he said in a low, gruff voice.Nathan let out a quiet chuckle, then winced from the pain in his jaw. “No need,” he replied. He paused, studying Allan for a moment. “Wanna know