All Chapters of The Perfect Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

XAVIERIt took quite a moment before Steve finally spoke, his voice calm. Calculating. Cautious. Like he was schooling a kindergartener.“He’s playing you, Xavier. Just like he’s been playing all of us. Just like he played you. Me. My mom. Your mom. And every other person tangled in his web. You think you’re in control, but you’re not. And you don’t even see it. You’re too busy trying to keep up with him, trying so hard to earn his approval that you do not notice the hold he has on you.” His words hit me like a slap to the face, but he wasn’t done. “ He doesn’t care about you, man. He never has. He never would. At least, not in the way you think. He only cares about his damned legacy.”The sting of his words was sharper than I expected. It wasn’t just the fact that Steve was calling was calling me out on my blind loyalty; it was the fact that he was right. The realization hit me hard, but what really twisted the knife was that Steve was looking at me – l

Xavier There’s a distinct silence in the house at night. It’s not peace. It’s the kind of silence that listens – one that gives you the creeps – the kind of silence that makes you feel like you’re drowning into a world of endless abyss. The kind of silence that waits. Like the walls remembers every whispered threat, every cruel dismissal, every broken promise too heavy to fade.That was the kind of silence I grew up in.Now, standing outside my father’s office, I feel it again – coiled around the doorknob like a silent threat, a warning. I don’t knock. Instead, I walked in, taking slow steps at a time.Carl didn’t look up. He sits behind his desk, polishing a glass of whiskey like it’s a trophy. The screen behind him still displays footage from his press conference – the same signature smirk, the same well-defined lies that he spawned for the public display echoes like a background noise.My jaw tightens at the wide smile splayed across his face

SKYLAThe elevator ride to Xavier’s penthouse was too quiet.I hadn’t planned on seeing him tonight – not after the emotional chaos of the day, not after what i had found in the files about my old house. Not after hearing my father’s voice echo in my head again and again like a cracked lullaby, not when I wasn’t sure about his stance – if he wanted to fight for me or not. Even at that, some sick exhausted part of me wanted answers, and he was the only person left who might have answers. Or maybe I just needed to see him. Needed to look him in the eye and demand something real for once.The doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped out onto the marbled floor. His place was dark, except for the glow of the fireplace in the corner, flickering against glass like stone. The city stretched out behind him, endless windows framing towers of steel and light. He was standing there, drink in hand, his jacket thrown carelessly over a chair, sleeves rol

XAVIERI stood in the elevator of Anderson Global, staring at my reflection in the polished metal. I didn’t recognise the man staring back at me.Not entirely.The suit was tailored, the cufflinks expensive, the expression unreadable. I looked every bit the perfect heir my father wanted me to be. But inside, I was splintering. This wasn’t the first time.But this time, it wasn’t about business. Not entirely. This time, it was about her.SkylaJust the thought of her name was like dragging a knife across old scar tissue.She was here now – working in this building, walking the marbled floors, haunted by truths she didn’t fully grasp. Trapped in the very world she once ran from. And the worst part?I was the one who brought her back into it. And I didn’t know how to feel about that just yet, I didn’t know if I should be over the moon, dancing in victory that I finally got my revenge.The elevator doors slid open to the exe

CARLThe city outside my office window was filled with vast oceans of cold lights and looming skyscrapers, each one a testament to the empire that I had built brick by brick. A legacy that had required my blood sweat and tears before it could stand this tall – this intimidating. But within the walls of the penthouse, there was only darkness – a cold, unsettling darkness that created an empty void inside me. The weight of what needed to be done pressing heavily on my shoulders.The amount of power I wielded choked me, turned me into this crazy monster that would do anything for more power. Anything just so I could rule over the weak.I lean back into my reclining chair, my fingers steepled beneath my chin as I survey the empire I’ve spent decades building. Blueprints, contracts, confidential reports – all spread across the table like offerings at the feet of an altar. And at the centre of it all, the crowned jewel – the very reason why the Anderson empire t