All Chapters of Passion or Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Imogen’s POV I should do the smart thing. Watch the beautiful sunset from the top of the cliff, make little conversation, get dinner and then go home. Goodbye Mason. But the thought of his luscious lips engulfing mine in kisses that left me gasping for air, was just too tempting. And the thought of making love under the sunset was beyond romantic but also a stupid thing to do. What to do? The smart thing? Or the stupid thing? “What is it going to be clumsy?” his raspy breathe fanned my face, filling my lungs with the scent of cola and popcorn. I can be stupid for one last time, right? It’s not like I can get pregnant again. Placing my hand on his toned chest, I leaned in, kissing him lightly. “Are you on birth control?” he muttered against my lips. I nodded, almost smiling at the irony of the question. He claimed my lips hungrily, his tongue prodding my lips for entrance. I parted my lips and his tongue relished the warmth of my mouth. In that moment the only thing that mat

Julia’s POVWhen I reopened my eyes, Tristan was gone.The livid look on Tristan’s face was certainly worth it. If he thinks he can have any other woman and shove it in my face, I can certainly do the same thing.Then Josh was fussing with the buttons of my shirt, bringing me back to the reality of what I had just done.Fuck.I tried to break away gently, but Josh resisted pressing me tightly against his chest.“Josh stop,” I muttered against his lips as I tried to pull away, he just resisted, pressing his lips against mine and trying to force his tongue into my mouth.I opened my lips and the moment his tongue entered my mouth, I bit down on it and as he cried out, I shoved him back cursing under my breath. I just made things worse all to get back at that Tristan.“What the fuck Julia!” he shot back.“I told you to stop!” I shrieked, “You didn’t listen.”He scoffed, staring at me in disbelief. “You threw yourself at me!”I sighed. There was no arguing with that. I started this and it

Julia’s POVI paced around my room.I felt like my chest would explode from how nervous I was. It was almost 8 pm. Josh had replied to my text, surprisingly, saying he would be over by 8.I could not bring myself to chicken out. I was doing this for me, for my freedom. Would Josh be furious, definitely, he might even want me locked up. But I would do everything I can to gain his forgiveness.I certainly cant wait to see the look on Tristan’s face when I tell to fuck off.My heart skipped when my phone rang, I dove for it. My heart skipped when I saw the caller id. I bit my nails as I wondered whether or not to take the call.I should take the call, Tristan was still my boss, he could fire me. Or worse, repeat whatever it was he did this morning to me. Which, if you ask me, was way worse than getting fired.“Hello,” I muttered into my phone.“To my room. Now.”The call disconnected.I pinched my nostrils, after tonight all this shit would be over and he can get himself another help and

Imogen’s POVIt has been three days.Three days of being locked up. Tilda and Mason had pressed charges against me, Agatha was still struggling to raise money to bail me in the meantime and Julia had not come to visit.What hurt the most was that Mason was the one that put me in here. Even as I screamed over and over again that I had not stolen the necklace, much less tried to hurt his mother, he did not believe me or even try to listen.I had been so stupid to think that Mason cared about me. I actually thought we had something. God I had been so stupid. More than anything, I wished I had just stayed away from Mason from the onset like Agatha had warned me, none of this would have happened. To make matters worse, I was pregnant by that arsehole.Agatha's strong bouts of cough wafted into my thoughts. “Your cough is getting worse,” I pointed out, my forehead creasing in worry. She should not be stressing out right now given her condition. But she was out here everyday trying to find a

Imogen’s POVI have never felt so scared in my entire life.Not even when I was kidnapped as a kid, I had been scared, lying in the dark trunk of the car, while my abductors debated what to do with me, but not as scared as I was now, pacing about in this crowded hospital waiting room.The Image of Agatha passed out on the bathroom floor, foaming in the mouth, flashed in my mind.I immediately shoved away the image, but the dread remained with me, chilling the back of my spine and leaving a dry taste in my mouth.I can’t lose my mother, not yet. Not when we’ve not gotten a chance to talk things out and forgive each other. There was a lot we haven’t done together. They closest thing we’ve had to mother and daughter bonding in years, was when we talked while I was still in police custody.Early this morning, when my lawyer came with the news that the charges had been dropped, I could hardly believe it. But I was beyond relieved. Finally we would be able to focus on Agatha’s health, find