All Chapters of The Perfect Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Skyla I was back here – back in his freaking office that looked like a fortress of polished woods and cold steel, sunlight slanted through towering windows, casting long shadows over the leather chairs and the cityscape beyond.The freaking mayor sat behind a desk bigger than my apartment, fingers steepled in his front like he was weighing my very soul, trying to figure my very existence out.“Skyla James,” he said, voice smooth but guarded. “To what do I owe the pleasure,?” He asked, his voice calm and calculating as he watched me wearily. His calmness unnerved every bones in my body, he was a fucking snake, a traitor. One that didn’t even deserved to be called my uncle.Masking all my emotions with a taught smile, I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. “I want to talk about my mother. Her rehab placement, you know she was attacked recently, so I wanted to ask if you could move her somewhere safer, again.” I muttered through gritted teeth, livid that he had the audacity

SkylaThe first rays of dawn spilled through my window, but sleep had fled hours ago. I sat at my desk, the city’s hum beneath me a distant soundtrack to the storm raging inside. The rooftop conversation with Xavier echoed in my mind , the fragile hope, the painful truths, the unspoken promises.Ed’s betrayal still burning through me like hot liquid. He had left me a thousand calls and messages, he had even come to my apartment in the middle of night just do I could hear his half baked apology and sorry of an excuse explanation. One that I definitely didn’t need.But now was absolutely not time for daydreams or doubts. Carl’s shadow stretched long and wide, and every move I made felt like walking a tightrope over a chasm of betrayal and danger.I needed allies.The mayor — my uncle — a name I barely dared whisper aloud. A man who had never been part of my life, yet whose office held power that could tip the scales but wasn’t willing to help. Until recently, I’d thought he was just

SKYLA The gala was held at the Wistoria Grand hall, marble floors, glass sculptures, and chandeliers that dangled like captured galaxies. Wealth looked different here. It wore kindness like a mask and buried cruelty beneath pressed tuxedos and false applause.I shouldn’t have come. Not after the file. Not after reading my father’s letter again and again until the words burned behind my eyes. But the crazy mayor had invited me hear, said something about the deal.All of a sudden, he just wanted to play the role of being a perfect family guy. Hence, he hosted a freaking fundraising party, and invited that sneak slimy bitch, who decided to donate some of her best seller novels. The ones she stole from meBut if this war was going to be won, it had to be fought in public. Under the lights. Where masks were mandatory.I wore black gown with a plunging neckline that accentuated my curves, Not just because it suited my mood — but because it clung to my skin like an armour. Xavier walk

SteveThe silence inside Carl’s office was always deliberate. No music. No ambient noise. Just the hum of control and the ticking of a very expensive clock, reminding everyone who stepped inside that time and power belonged to him. That he had all the control in his hands.My fucking father was seated behind his desk, fingers steepled, the city skyline blazing behind him like a kingdom he owned. He watched me make my way into his office, gaze sharp and calculating like he had the whole time in the world.“You’re late,” he said without looking up.“I came, didn’t I?” I muttered through clenched teeth, my chest thumping with rage.His eyes flicked to mine. Cold. Calculating, and also laced with something sinister.“That’s never been your problem, Steven. You always come. It’s just never far enough.”I ignored the jab. “What do you want?” My mind reeling with what he truly wanted from me.He stood, walked to the side table, and gingerly poured himself a drink. “You’ve been too qu

SKYLA I came back to the world slowly, like surfacing from underwater with lungs full of cement. I ached all over. It felt like a serenade was throwing a party in my fucking head.The air smelled like antiseptic, and something bitter. The lights were too white. The beep of machines echoed somewhere to my left. I tried to move, but my body wasn’t listening. It didn’t even cooperate.My throat burned. My head throbbed.Panic flickered through me... until I heard it.A voice. Sharp. Angry. And way too familiar.“Security was supposed to be tight. How did someone even get close enough to spike her drink? I need you to get me the list of every fucking waiter who served at the party that night, I need answers Ethan.”Xavier.I didn’t move. My body wouldn’t let me. But I listened, different emotions pulling in the pit of my stomach as I. listened in on his conversation, heart and mind racing in tandem. I honestly thought I was over this“I don’t care about their protocol, Ethan,”