All Chapters of The Perfect Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SKYLA The plane’s wheels hit the tarmac, and a rush of warm, dry California air greeted me like a ghost from a past life. Manhattan was a world away, gray, sharp, and dangerous in its own way. But here, beneath this sprawling blue sky, the dust on the streets smelled like memory, like home. And I missed being home. I misses the café, I just missed running errands through the stale air of Cali. Well definitely before Carl happened.I hadn’t been back in months. Not since Carl threatened my family, forcing me to flee. Not since the last time I saw my mom start deteriorating. Not since that last darned phone call from Xavier, when he was hell-bent on ruining my life. leaving everything behind for a shot at survival. Back then, Manhattan promised safety, but it came with a price. A city that swallowed you whole if you weren’t careful. Now, the stakes feel higher than ever.Walking past the familiar storefronts, I paused in front of the bakery, the life I had built in this bakery flash

SKYLA The last time I saw Ed, I remembered leaving his apartment angrily because he had freaking lied to me. All these years, he hadn’t been exactly honest.Now I felt all the emotion wash over me all over again, all the anger, frustration, deceit. It all turned into one ugly monster that threatened to swallow me whole. He was here, in my apartment He looked dishevelled, eyes sunken, seeing him in that state made my heart soften, and I hated him more for that. That even when I was supposed to be angry at him, a huge part of me still cared – a whole lot.“Skyla,” he said, voice low but shaking when he finally spotted me. “We need to talk. Now. I know you’ve been avoiding me, and your reasons are valid. I just need you to hear me out, okay? I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t have any choice. I had to do what i had to do to protect my mom, and I am sorry if you feel blindsided. But if i was dealt with the same cards, I’d do it all over again. Even if you hate me.”I sat ac

SKYLA The ballroom glittered with opulence, chandeliers dripping with crystals, polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of golden light. The kind of place where power whispered through every corner, and secrets hid beneath layers of silk and champagne.It was another one of Carl’s parties, where people with money just decide to play dress up and see who could out longer.Carl Anderson stood at the centre of it all, surrounded by his usual circle of sycophants and investors, his smile sharp and practised. Tonight was his night to shine. To show the city that Project Delphinium was unbreakable. He was finally making a move, joining hands with same evil minded people. For someone who was about to ruin the lives of so many, he was calm. A little bit laid back for someone who had destroyed the lives of so many kids, mine included. I felt my blood boil over. A new emotion taking over.Anger, hot unbridled anger.But I wasn’t here to watch. I was here to strike.I moved throug

SKYLA It started with a smell.Not the cosy scent of cinnamon or vanilla I was used to from my father's bakery…This was sharp. Acidic. Wrong.I stirred on the couch in my apartment, I must have dozed of on the couch while i was waiting for the file Nakea sent me to load. I was groggy from too little sleep and too many thoughts. My head ached from everything I’d learned about Project Eden and the lives destroyed in Carl’s name. But that smell, it was familiar, but I couldn’t place it.I blinked into the darkness.Smoke.My lungs tightened instantly.For a second, I thought I was dreaming that the fire from my apartment was haunting me in my sleep again. But no, this was real. I bolted upright. The hallway beyond the living room was hazy, a creeping grey mist crawling under the door.Flames hadn’t reached this floor yet. But they were coming.I stumbled to the front door. The metal was warm. A cruel confirmation. I grabbed my phone, only to realize the signal was dead. A low

SKYLAThe air in Xavier’s penthouse was warm, safe, almost deceptively quiet, but I couldn’t stay still. Not with the truth clawing at my ribs. Not with ghosts pacing just beyond the edges of memory.I needed answers.So I called Steve.He didn’t answer the first time. Or the second. But the third time, he picked up. Voice taut. Cautious.“You’re alive,” he said.“Disappointed?” I asked coldly.Silence.“No,” he replied. “Just…” surprised you’d even call.”“Meet me. Same café near East 50th. Ten minutes.”“Skyla—”I hung up before he could finish.I didn’t need excuses. I needed the truth. And maybe I needed to see his face one last time, before I made him my enemy in full.---The café was nearly empty when I arrived. Rain speckled the windows. The barista gave me a pitiful smile when I ordered nothing but hot black coffee. I sat at our usual table near the window. The one where I used to pretend I cared about him. The one where I tried to be the version of Skyla Carl wo