All Chapters of Passion or Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Imogen’s POVThe Livingston’s always knew how to throw one heck of a party.The banquet hall of the mansion had been transformed into a vision of luxury and old-money splendor for the engagement party. The decor was elegant without being ostentatious with men and women of high caliber and wealth in attendance.The ceilings soared above in soft ivory arches, with chandeliers dripping light like liquid gold. Fresh floral in shades of white, blush, and soft peach adorned every surface, peonies, roses, and lilies arranged in tall crystal vases with subtle gold detailing. Every centerpiece was lit from below, casting a soft halo across each table.The tables themselves were round and draped in white damask linens with gold-trimmed chargers, crystal glassware, and flatware so polished it mirrored the candlelight. Each place setting bore a small ivory card handwritten in calligraphy, with the guest’s name embossed in gold leaf.At one end of the hall, a grand buffet gleamed under warm lighti

Imogen’s POVJules had been crying.And that was just as soon as Tristan took the stage, could it have anything to Tristan?Something must really terrible must have happened for Jules to react the way she did. Now I feel just awful for forcing her to come with me to the party. I just didn’t want to be here alone.I inhaled sharply, trying to swallow my guilt.When we get home and she is much calmer, I would have to ask her what happened. But for now, I have to get her home first.I made a turn down the hallway and bumped into a firm object. I had been so distracted by my thoughts that I hadn’t been watching were I was heading.“Sorry,” I muttered before the smell of whiskey flooded my nostrils. I took a step backwards and glanced up.My heart stilled at the sight of Mason. He looked miserable and drunk. He was just in his white shirt, still tucked neatly into his trousers, but the sleeves were folded and some extra buttons undone. No matter what stated Mason was, he always managed to

Imogen’s POVI woke up to the soft hum of machines and the faint smell of antiseptic. The white ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and for a moment, I could not remember where I was or why I was here. My limbs felt heavy, like they didn’t quite belong to me, and there was a dull, throbbing ache at the back of my skull.I blinked slowly, trying to piece it all together. The sterile sheets. The beeping monitor. The IV drip taped to my arm.Hospital?Why am I in the hospital?Panic fluttered in my chest, weak but insistent. My fingers gripped the edge of the blanket as flashes of memory began to filter through, in fragments.I had been in Mason’s bedroom. Then Jules called.Then fire. The thick smoke. The distant screams. I had turned around. I remember that now. I had tried to go back—to get Mason.And then… nothing.No, not nothing. Something struck me. Hard. The back of my head. That must be it. That was why I passed out.I reached slowly to touch the spot, wincing when my fingers met a

Imogen’s POVI turned in my bed, careful not to upset my head. I took a deep breath and a strong smell of antiseptics filled my nostrils. Lord knows I loathed being in a hospital mostly because of the grave smell of antiseptic that shrouded the place and also because people die here, every fucking day. The only day being in a hospital had not felt completely terrible was when I had my son.I heard the door creak open and before I could around, I heard Ollie’s squeaky voice ring out. “Mommy!”Even though the sharp sound echoed in my fragile head, I did not mind. For a moment, before I slipped into unconsciousness, I had been so certain I would never see my baby again. But there he was, holding a small bouquet of flower and smiling at me with excitement that only used when unwrapping a gift.“Hey baby,” I managed to say. He climbed into the bed and I held him, kissing his head severally.“Are you feeling better mommy?” he asked, staring up at me with the bluest pair of eyes.I managed a

Imogen’s POVJules had been crying.And that was just as soon as Tristan took the stage, could it have anything to Tristan?Something must really terrible must have happened for Jules to react the way she did. Now I feel just awful for forcing her to come with me to the party. I just didn’t want to be here alone.I inhaled sharply, trying to swallow my guilt.When we get home and she is much calmer, I would have to ask her what happened. But for now, I have to get her home first.I made a turn down the hallway and bumped into a firm object. I had been so distracted by my thoughts that I hadn’t been watching were I was heading.“Sorry,” I muttered before the smell of whiskey flooded my nostrils. I took a step backwards and glanced up.My heart stilled at the sight of Mason. He looked miserable and drunk. He was just in his white shirt, still tucked neatly into his trousers, but the sleeves were folded and some extra buttons undone. No matter what stated Mason was, he always managed to