All Chapters of The Perfect Revenge : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SkylaThe city didn’t sleep that night. By the time Xavier and I slipped away from Hotel Carillon’s chaos, the air outside buzzed with a fever I could almost taste. Sirens cut through the streets, news vans clogged intersections, and the scrolling headlines on the plaza screens already screamed the words we’d forced into daylight:PROJECT DELPHINIUM EXPOSED.Every channel, every feed, every voice suddenly asked the questions Carl Anderson had spent decades burying under polished speeches and philanthropic handshakes – secrets that had spilled more blood than anyone could ever imagine.We hadn’t just shaken his empire.We’d set it on fire. I had finally set the chess board ablaze. I could finally look myself in the eye and probably try to forget all the heartaches he had caused, I had finally gotten my own perfect revenge.It wasn’t until dawn that the protests began.I watched from Xavier’s penthouse window – watched them gather in dozens at first, then hundreds, then waves of

SkylaThe city was still chanting when we slipped into the night. Ed drove like the streets belonged to him, weaving through barricades and abandoned cars until Anderson Corp’s glass rose against the skyline. Floodlights washed the building in sterile white, and security patrols circled round the building like fucking predators.“You know,” Ed muttered, pulling the car into the shadow of a service alley, “I’m starting to think breaking into the most secure tower in the city isn’t the brightest family bonding idea.”I shot him a look, tightening the strap on my backpack. “Taught you long enough to figure that out. If you at least change your mind, you can always stay in the car. That is if you want.”He grinned, reckless and loyal in the same breath. “And then I get to miss out on all the fun part? Not a chance.”Charlie’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “You’ve got a three-minute window. The cameras would be looping in five, I’ll have Taylor scramble the security logs. Onc

SkylaI didn’t sleep. I couldn’t think I didn’t even know what to think.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the label: Subject One.Every time I breathed, I felt Carl’s hands tightening around my throat like a freaking noose, squeezing and squeezing till I came up breathing for air.By dawn, I was back at the safe house. I barely remembered the drive. All i knew was that Xavier was already there, leaning against the table like he’d been waiting for me all night long. He didn’t ask where I’d gone. He just looked at me, that storm in his eyes mirroring mine.Charlie slid a laptop toward me. “You should see this.”My stomach churned violently On the screen was a folder marked Project Delphinium: Human Trials. Dozens of sub files stretching back nearly twenty years. Names, ages. Some of the statuses were either active, terminated, or missing.I clicked one at random. A boy, not less than nine years old, flickered across the screen, eyes sunken. He looked malnourished, written in

Skyla I didn’t sleep. None of us did. We couldn’t bring ourselves to, not after everything. Not after all the evidence that pressed heavily against us like a heavy cloud.By the time the sun rose, the safe house smelled of burnt coffee, burnt toast, and nerves stretched too thin. The city outside was alive in a way I’d never heard before, sirens wailing down every avenue, news choppers circling overhead like vultures, protest chants rolling like thunder between the glass towers. The air itself felt heavier, charged. I wondered how they were able to find us this quick. Nowhere, was safe.And underneath it all. Underneath all these chaos, one name pulsed like a heartbeat in my skull.Nakea.The woman who had kept the Blood Ledger hidden, who’d recorded every transaction, every name, every victim Carl Anderson wanted erased. She was the last domino standing. If we found her, his empire crumbled.If Carl found her first…I shoved that thought away. Burying it deep into a section o

SkylaThe warehouse swallowed us whole.The door slammed shut behind us with a hollow clang, and suddenly, we were standing in a world where sound carried too far, and shadows moved too quickly. My flashlight beam cut through the black—glinting off rusted beams, broken glass, and the skeleton of a forklift slumped against a wall. The air smelled like rot and metal, like the building itself was decaying from the inside out.We moved deeper. Every step crunched on gravel and bottle shards, echoing far louder than I wanted. My pulse was in my throat, hammering hard enough. I swore the others could hear it.There were several thoughts going on through my head, I couldn’t let Carl get to her first, and knowing that he was just seconds away from swooping down on us and carting her away, didn’t make me feel any better.Then I saw her. At first, she was only movement—something sleek and sharp, slipping out from behind a stack of crates. But then the light caught her face, and my world spl