บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Becomes Her: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The door burst open with a sudden clatter, immediately drawing Ethan and Sherah’s attention. Noel stepped in briskly, trailed by an elegant older woman in her late fifties whose refined demeanor softened the disruption. “Sorry to intrude,” Noel announced, his tone apologetic yet brisk. “Sir, Madam Kingsley forgot something in your office.”Madam Kingsley herself entered next, her face etched with a mix of concern and urgency. “I seem to have lost my bracelet during our meeting,” she declared, her distinct Aussie accent lending an air of elegance to her long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Her eyes scanned the room as if expecting the missing item to materialize.Sherah glanced around and spotted a dazzling diamond bracelet resting in the corner of the sofa. “I believe this is yours, Madam Kingsley,” she said softly as she extended the bracelet with care. Ethan grinned as he observed the transformation in the usually aloof, meticulous shareholder—her stern façade melting e

In a Manhattan penthouse inside a well-lit home office stood the mysterious woman and her son. Staring at the information they have gathered over the months regarding the Hawke Family, Ethan Farwell, and everything who knew them.Their photos were posted on a white wall with personal information underneath their names. Like detectives trying to catch a criminal.Their likes, dislikes, friends, everything they could get a hold of, everything they could use in the incoming attack they are planning. Amidst everything, one photo stood out, circled in red pen, and was connected to both families ~Sherah~ the person that lawfully intertwined between Ethan and the Hawke Family.“The unwilling victim,” the man says while looking at Sherah’s photo.The woman hummed, “So Sherah is carrying Ethan Farwell’s heir or heiress, and he had no idea about it.” The mysterious woman commented. “Is this intel—” She hadn’t finished speaking when her son cut her off. “—Yes mother, it took me a hefty amount

“How did it go?” Rebecca asked in concern as Sophia entered the car.She sat joining them in the passenger seat, head lowered, staring intensely at her shaking hands. Silas held his daughter's shoulder, nudging her slightly as she looked like she was in a trance. “Talk to us, Sophia.” He expressed worriedly.She lifted her gaze to meet her parents. “It… It went well…” She uttered, but there was no glee in her tone.Rebecca and Silas sigh deeply but notice the unease on their daughter’s face.“Is there something wrong?” Silas finally asks while shooting a glance at the driver to start driving. Rebecca and Silas waited for their daughter's answer.She shrugs. She couldn’t believe it worked. She couldn’t believe she needed to be Sherah to win Ethan back—the man who used to worship the ground where she stood: back when they were in high school. “I… Just… I don’t know how long I can take this… Wearing this type of clothing, little to no makeup, and imitating that good-for-nothing bumpkin.

Ethan’s car skidded through the empty streets until it screeched to a stop outside Sherah’s apartment. He stared up at her floor, noticing the darkness—no lights, no shadows. A curse slipped past his lips as realization sank in. "She’s probably still at work," he muttered. With frustration clawing at him, Ethan gripped the steering wheel tightly. Without thinking, he jerked the car back into gear and drove straight to the small pizza place. His heart pounded as soon as he spotted her inside, mopping the floor. Sherah’s expression was exhausted, but there was a certain peace in her eyes that cut Ethan deeper than he expected. He reached for the car door, ready to storm in when another figure appeared. —Eliot. The man’s face lit up at the sight of her. Sherah smiled back—a genuine, warm smile Ethan hadn’t seen in months. “Am I too early to pick you up?” Eliot asked politely. Sherah glanced at her watch. “Five minutes,” she replied, quickly setting the mop aside and wiping he

Ethan and Sherah lay on the bed they’d shared for over five years, the familiar space now heavy with memories. Ethan gently touched his reddening cheek and teased, “In two months, you have slapped me five times.” Sherah, glancing away, her cheeks slowly turning scarlet. “Ten.” She muttered softly. “What?” He asks in confusion as he can only remember five instances. “10 times. I secretly slapped you 5 times when you first got into my apartment and slept on my mattress,” she explains casually. He grunted, “That explains why my cheek hurt that time. I thought it was because of that thin mattress of yours.” He whispered pitifully. She frowned, “You deserve it.” She commented in conviction. He nods vigorously. “I do. I really do.” Sherah got up from the bed and headed to the door. “Where are you going? I thought you agreed to stay in the Villa for the night?”She stopped moving, then turned to face him. “I did. I’m going to the guest room.”“Why?” he asks in confusion.She smiled fa