บททั้งหมดของ The Face of Revenge: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11:  Heavy SkiesElise's POVThe clouds hung low and gray over the small cemetery, as if even the sky mourned with us. We stood there in silence, the scent of damp earth thick in the air, Ramon's fresh grave marked by a simple white cross.Mateo wiped his sleeve across his face, trying—and failing—not to cry again. Adrian gave the boy a moment before stepping closer, clapping a hand on his shoulder."It's about to rain," Adrian said, voice low. "We should go."I brushed the dirt off my skirt and nodded. Mateo hesitated, staring at the grave a few seconds longer before finally following us.The three of us moved together, a small, fragile unit, heading back to Adrian's car.

Chapter 13: Wolves in Designer SuitsAdrian's POVThe next morning, I walked into Laurent Holdings like I owned the place.Technically, I owned enough silent shares to make it true—but it wasn't about the paperwork. It was about the fact that everyone knew why I was really there.  Or at least, they thought they knew.Whispers followed me down the corridors. Stares. Quick conversations that stopped the second I got too close.  The prodigal grandson returns.  The mad dog

Chapter 15: The Call That Shifted the MoodAdrian’s POVI leaned back in my chair, staring at the mess that was my desk. God, I hated this office. Every inch of it reeked of fake respectability. I was still fuming from the conversation with Damon, and it took everything in me not to throw something against the wall. But as I stared at the papers, trying to ground myself in something solid, my phone buzzed.Elise.I didn't even hesitate. I answered, my mood shifting before I even spoke. "Hey." The irritation from earlier already melting away at the sound of her voice."Hi, Adrian. The penthouse looks great, all cleaned up and ready for when you get back," she said, all easy-going and light, like she hadn't just ta

Chapter 17: Old Wounds, New ResolveElise's POVThe clink of forks scraping plates filled the penthouse dining room.Adrian sat at the head of the table, cutting his steak with short, deliberate strokes. Mateo hovered at the side, stabbing aggressively at a pile of mashed potatoes like they owed him money.  I picked at my food, appetite absent."So," Adrian said, not looking up, "how'd the wild goose chase go?"I sighed. "Is it so obvious that I failed?""Your face screams 'failure.'" He jabbed a piece of meat into his mouth. "Even Mateo could figure it out.""Hey!" Mateo yelped, almost dropping his fork. "I'm not that slo

Chapter 19: Loose ThreadsElise's POVIsla was practically buzzing with energy across from me, her bright yellow scarf a stark contrast to the overcast sky. She leaned forward, her chin resting in her palm, eyes glinting with curiosity. "So..." she started, voice low, but the excitement crackling underneath. "What does Adrian think about all this?"I glanced up at her, momentarily lost in the thought of Adrian. The weight of everything, his involvement, the plan—it felt like a tight knot in my chest. "He's helping," I said finally, keeping my voice steady. "He went back to the Laurents. Playing the broken son, trying to worm his way back in."Isla's eyebrows shot up, and she sat back, her chair creaking under her sudden shift. "Wait, what? He's actually going back there? That's... insane."