All Chapters of Passion or Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tilda stood at the kitchen entrance in her red silk, ankle length nightwear; her eyes threatening fire and brimstone as she glared at me. She looked older with a frown, all her edges were crinkled including her forehead. Behind her was Agatha; she looked like she just saw a ghost or something.“I said what’s going on here?” Tilda bellowed.“Umm...I…” I stuttered while putting more distance between myself and Mason.“Come on mum,” Mason said in a calm tone, “we were just talking okay?” he put the glass down on the counter and cast me a glance, with a smirk on his lips. “See you later clumsy,” he threw over his shoulder as he left the kitchen.“I will deal with you later,” Tilda barked as she followed immediately behind her son. Mason was the carbon copy of his mother. He had her charcoal black hair, perky nose and thin lip, but he did not have her brown eyes. He had his father’s blue eyes. Thankfully he also had his father’s gentle nature.As Agatha marched towards me, I braced myself

I have never felt like a slut before.But today, I felt like one. Mason made me feel like a slut. I woke up with the worst hangover ever, only to find Mason's side of the bed empty. I searched the entire room for him and even then I waited, just in case he went to buy breakfast for us. By noon when he was no show, reality dawned on me.Reality was bitter.He had abandoned me, after what I thought was a night of new beginning, like last night was some kind of one nightstand with a slut. He didn't even bother to leave a note, nothing. He just upped and left, leaving me to find my own way home.I planned to confront him when I see him, but first I had to survive Agatha's fury. I still haven't come up with a good explanation as to where I went last night.Thankfully I managed to sneak into the house undetected, if I could just make it to my room..."And where are you coming from dressed so-" she looked me over in distaste, "scantily.""I...umm..." I racked my brain for a reasonable lie b

JULIA'S POV “What do you mean by you are leaving?” I shrieked in surprise. But Imogen kept stuffing her clothes into the duffel bag on her bed, without responding. More tears raced down her pale cheek.I felt bad for her. Imogen has been my best friend since I started working at the Livingston’s. I always knew that her obsession with Mason would get her in trouble, I just did not expect the trouble to include her sex video trending on the internet.But I was in no position to judge giving my situation. There was something about this rich spoilt brats that made them almost so irresistible, but I know better than to allow them mess with me.“Where would you even go to?” I queried.When Imogen continued her frenzied parking I pulled the duffel bag away. For a moment I thought she would bite my head off, but instead she crashed into my arms and sobbed. Her body hook in my arms, shattering my heart into a million pieces.“Don’t go please,” my voice broke. How could I manage being in this

Julia’s POVJosh furrowed his eyebrows, a confused look etched on his beautiful face. I hate to hurt him like this. We just started dating and boom! Tristan happened. I should never have gone to Tristan’s cottage. I should have given someone else the tray to take to him. I should have avoided Tristan at all cost, like we agreed.“I don’t understand,” he paused and placed his hands on his waist, “what is over?”I swallowed, blinking away the tears that welled up in my eye. “Us. Whatever there was between us is over.” Please go away Josh, don’t fight this. Don't make this harder than it has to be.But knowing Josh, h would not walk away. Not without a convincing for the breakup.He blinked severally as though struggling to understand what I just said. “Whatever there is between us?” hurt flashed in his eyes.“Babe, just talk to me. Whatever happened we can get through it together. I promise.”His word felt like a knife being twisted in my chest. I wish this was something we could talk a

Imogen’s POV“You have got to be kidding me!” Julia shrieked, with disappointment etched on her face.This was the last thing I needed right now. “Jules it’s not what you think,” I lied, even though I knew she could see through my lies just as easily. My eyes fell on my unbuttoned jeans and I sighed, it was exactly what it looked like but hopefully Julia would not notice.“Really Imogen? Not what it looks like?” her eyes fell on my unbuttoned jeans and she arched her brow at me.I whipped around and zipped my jeans.“I know your parents own this house and so much money, but you have a lot of nerve to show your face to my best friend after everything you did to her!” Julia’s annoyed voice rang.I made to walk towards her, making signs for her to reduce her voice, the last thing I needed was for Agatha to overhear Julia. Agatha would certainly throw me out of the house for reals this time. But Julia raised a hand to me, making me halt in my tracks. “You might be ready to forgive the ass