All Chapters of The Face of Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42: On Broken GlassElise's POVI didn't move.Not when he spoke the first word.Not when he apologized.Not even when he said, "For trying to kiss you."Something inside me—something fragile and half-repaired—pulled tight like thread through a needle. I felt it in my spine, in the hollow between my ribs. That single phrase, soft as it was, sliced through me.For trying to kiss you.I stared into the glass between my palms. The tea inside had long gone cold, but I held it like it might keep me from falling apart. The words swam in my ears—his voice car

Chapter 44: Let's Go HomeElise's POVI must've broken apart more than I realized, because when I finally stilled, the only sound I could hear was the rhythmic rise and fall of my own breathing. It felt almost foreign—my chest, tight, like it was trying to hold something in. Something heavy."Are you done, Crybaby?"Crybaby.I couldn't help but smile softly at the nickname. It's been a while since he last called me that. Something about it always struck me as playful and teasing, even though the truth was I didn't mind being called it, not by him.Adrian's presence was steady, calm in contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts spinning through my head. He gently stood and extended his hand toward me, his movements slow but

Chapter 46: Just DinnerElise's POVThe next morning felt like waking up in someone else's body. My limbs were slow, sore in places that didn't make sense, like my ribs had spent the night bracing for something that never came. My heart? Still traitorous. Still loud. Still aching.Adrian's words wouldn't stop looping in my head.I'll wait for you... even into hell if that's where we have to go.I barely made it through the lobby when Isla swooped in, eyes wild, grabbing my wrist like I was her last lifeline to sanity. Before I could even blink, she was dragging me toward the empty conference room like she'd just uncovered a conspiracy.Rigo followed, two iced coffees in hand and a grin that was far too smug for som

Chapter 48: A Glass Wall Between UsElise's POVThe "tomorrow" came, and Insider's Echo was in full throttle. Luke was hunched over his laptop, typing away with such intensity I thought his fingers might catch fire. Isla was hunched over a pile of notes, her pen moving like a blur, eyes darting from one file to the next as she dug for more evidence. Rigo, as usual, was pacing, his energy like a storm, caffeine clearly having replaced his blood.Despite the avalanche of work, I couldn't ignore how Isla's eyes would flicker to me every time Adrian's name came up. Rigo, in his usual way, hummed "Here Comes the Bride" under his breath when I walked past. The expose was about embezzlement and laundering, yes. But to them, the real story was us."Finally," Isla grinned, nudging me with her elbow as we waited outside the

Chapter 50: The Road Between UsElise's POVThe city passed in quiet streaks of light and color, rain brushing the windshield like it was painting everything softer.Adrian glanced over, a smile tugging at his lips. "So… care to explain why your newsroom thinks we're in the middle of choosing floral arrangements?"I blinked. "They don't—""Rigo asked me if I liked peonies or tulips," he interrupted, clearly entertained. "Peonies, by the way. Tulips feel like they'd leave halfway through a conversation."A laugh escaped me, flustered. "They're just teasing.""They're guessing," he corrected, eyes flicking back to the road. "And they're not far off, are they?"