All Chapters of Revenge Becomes Her: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

FARWELL GROUP – NATHAN’S OFFICEAfter Ethan slams the door shut. Nathan hurriedly rose from his seat and spun the lock; the soft click was somehow louder than thunder in the sterile quiet of the office. He stumbles back, chest rising and falling, beads of sweat gathering along his hairline.His hands tremble as he yanks off his tie, fingers clawing at the collar.“We are compromised. Deeper than we thought.” Nathan says to himself breathlessly.His words echo in the glass and steel room as he fumbles for his phone, dialing a number he’s only ever used when things spiral.The line clicks open.“What happened?”Her voice is cool. Controlled. The exact opposite of his current state.“Ethan knows. He knows everything. The DNA, the marriage, Fallon. All of it.”He begins to pace, one hand gripping the back of a leather chair, the other clenching the phone like it might crack in his grip. “He confronted me in my office. He knows Fallon is Sherah. He tested his own DNA against the lies we fe

IN A REMOTE CABIN – NEWFOUNDLAND AND LABRADOR – CANADAThe snow is fresh, powdery beneath his boots. The air bites, but Ethan doesn’t feel the cold.His eyes are locked on the cabin, breath hitching in his chest as he comes to a stop just beyond the steps.“I’m here. Finally. This time… I won’t be too late.”He takes the steps two at a time, his heart pounding as he reaches the porch. His fingers tremble as he grips the door handle.The door creaks open.Inside the CabinHe steps inside, and for a moment, hope fills him.There’s a mug on the table, still steaming. The cabin is warm. Lived in. The faint smell of pinewood smoke lingers.But the room is empty.“Sher!” He stopped himself, thinking that she might have amnesia of some sort. “Fallon?”His voice echoes.He rushes into the kitchen.Nothing.He throws open the bedroom door.Empty.“Fallon!” He continued.“Fallon!” He races from room to room, calling her name like a prayer, like a curse. No answer.Silence closes in.He stops, br

The storm howls outside. The windows rattle under the weight of the wind, and snow drifts pile high along the edges of the cabin. The fire in the hearth crackles, but even it feels nervous—like it, too, knows what’s coming.Ethan sits beside the bed, hunched over, watching Fallon toss and turn beneath the quilt.Her lips twitch. Her brow glistens with sweat. Her breathing is shallow. Unsteady.“No… don’t take me… Please… Stop.” Fallon mutters in fear.The words spill out in fragments, broken sentences from another life—from a nightmare that never ends.Ethan leans forward, brushing damp hair from her forehead. Her skin is hot—burning, like fire has taken hold beneath her skin.“Sherah…” he called her old name softly.She doesn’t answer.Instead, her muttering turns to whimpers. Soft at first, then sharper, more urgent, the kind that tears at his chest.Fallon continued whimpering in pain, “No… My baby… Stop… Don't take him away.”Ethan’s hand trembles as he reaches for her wrist, che

In an unknown location...The sharp clatter of chains against concrete echoes through the decaying ruins of an abandoned racetrack. Rusted fences tremble in the wind. The scent of oil, rot, and iron lingers thick in the air.A man’s voice breaks through the cold night.“Please… please—I’ll give you anything. Everything I have. Just let me go!” Silas uttered as he struggled to walk. "I have offshore accounts... Untraceable. Clean money."Silas, bloodied and broken, is dragged across the dirt by a brute with a face carved from menace. His wrists are bound, metal cuffs digging into his skin, clinking with every step.The man pulling him says nothing—only smiles, revealing nicotine-stained, rotting teeth. There’s no compassion behind those eyes. Only orders.Silas stumbles, knees hitting the ground.“I can pay you double! Triple! Name your price!”No answer.Only the sound of boots on gravel, chains scraping behind him like death's anthem.In the distance, through the wavering lens of pani

KINGSLEY RESIDENCE – MASTER BEDROOM – MORNINGThe sunlight filters in gently through gauzy curtains. The silence is rare. Uninterrupted. Peaceful.For the first time in years, Nathan Kingsley wakes up without a clenched jaw or a pounding heart.He stretches, rising slowly, feeling a strange lightness in his chest.“Fallon is on vacation.Ethan’s consumed.Silas is gone.Mother is... occupied.”He breathes deeply.“Finally...Time to breathe.”He showers. Dresses. A perfect black sweater, pressed gray slacks. His reflection is clean. Sharp. Composed.Downstairs, breakfast is ready. His phone buzzes once—he ignores it.For the first time in years, he’s in control.“Everything’s aligned.” He says with a smirk on his face. He enters his study, coffee in hand, and opens his laptop.Inbox: (1) UnreadSubject line:“Hello, Mr. Kingsley. I think you dropped these.”His brow furrows. He clicks.And his world begins to tilt.A series of files appear—attached like blades.Nathan Kingsley Arreste