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

The Livingston mansion was alive with activities; the household staffs scampered around, either helping with decoration or arranging the food trays on the table or filling flutes with sparkling champagne. No one was idle, Mrs. Livingston made sure of that, barking orders at Agatha, the head of household staffs, who in turn barked orders at the rest of the staffs.Mason Livingston, heir to the Livingston Empire, was coming home. He had just bagged an Economics degree from the prestigious Oxford University. Now he was coming home to join the family business. The Livingston’s never passed up an opportunity to throw a party and for a feat such as this, they were sure to throw the most glamorous party ever.“Imogen! What’s holding the cake?” Agatha shrill voice echoed through the kitchen.“Coming!” I replied, hurriedly adjusting my apron. On final touch, I thought as I carefully coated the graduation cap shaped chocolate cake, with icing.Everything had to be perfect. For Mason. I haven’t

Betrayal’s cold claws crawled up my skin; I felt sick. I spun around and raced back the way I came. Agatha was right. Mason was a player.I brushed past Julia in the hallway, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back.“What is it?” she asked with concern written all over her face.I took steading breathe to calm myself. After I had regained composure, I shook my head and muttered nothing.“Don’t lie to me.” With the way she peered into my eyes, I wondered if she could see into my soul.I couldn’t tell her that I just saw Mason holding another woman intimately and that it upset me. It’s not like he owed me anything.“I had a fight with Agatha,” I finally said instead,She sighed and loosened her grip on my arm. “You need to stop fighting with your mum. The both of you cannot continue like this.”“You tell her that,” I said and started walking away.One thing was sure, no more frolicking with Mason. ________For the next couple of days, I avoided Mason as much as possible

My lips quivered as the video of Mason and I having sex on Julia’s phone. Mason’s face had been properly blurred and only his well rounded bottom and well toned back could be seen. As for me, my entire body was on display, including my face. The whole world was watching me have sex on the frickin internet!Mason must have filmed us doing the deed without my knowledge. How could I have been so stupid?“If Agatha sees this, I am so dead,” I squeaked as tears poured down my cheek. How could I have been so dumb? He must have filmed this as evidence for his friends.Mason successfully ruined my reputation, all for fifty bucks.“When did this happen?” Julia asked, I could see the disappointment on her face, even though she was trying desperately to hide it.I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.” I went on all fours as I reached for the box under my bed. I pulled out the box and opened it. I had put away some money to help with college I took out fifty dollars and returned the box under the b

JULIA’S POVI want to say that the first and only thing that I noticed was his new hair cut and that all that I feel for this man was fear.But that would be false. The first thing I noticed when Tristan turned around in his wheelchair, was his cold, brown eyes that always threatened to pierce my soul and his perfectly squared chin that was covered in stubs of unshaven hair and he had shaved the glorious black hair that covered his head to a low cut. A new look he wore beautifully. For the devil, he was devastatingly handsome.“What? First time seeing a hot cripple?” a small smirk tugged at the corner of his thin lips, taking away what was left of my breathe. Color rushed to my face almost immediately and I forced my gaze from him.“Or is it the hair cut?”I cleared my throat. “I brought you breakfast… lunch…. Brunch?” I stuttered, flushing even more. I hate the power he had over me, a power which he knew he had and relished using it.“Call it whatever you want,” his voice went back t

Imogen’s POVI sighed for the hundredth time a I unpacked my bags. I had been so sure that last night was my last night in the Livingston’s mansion. But to my surprise Agatha had come in as I was leaving and told me that I could continue to stay. That was all she said before she left the room I had stared at the shut door in confusion. Whenever Agatha made up her mind on something it was always final so what changed? Was it something that Julie said that made Agatha change her mind?But whatever it was, I was glad that I could continue to staying here. This has been the only home I know, ever since my parents bloody divorce. And the thought of moving back in with my father was terrifying.I went to thank Julia for whatever she said to my mother to stop her from throwing me out of the house, but Julia was nowhere to be found.As I tucked the last dress into the wardrobe, I heard a knock on the door. My eyes immediately lit up with hope. Hopefully it would be Julia. I desperately neede