All Chapters of Sweet Revenge of The Rejected Daughter : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Michael’s POVColour drained from my face. “Why…why am I here?”Klaus didn’t respond. Instead, the smile on his face deepened. “I haven’t done anything to you,” I said, my voice shaking. Klaus looked at me lazily, taking a slow drag from the cigarette in his hand“You seem to have a short memory.”My mind raced. Could it be about Alice? Never. Klaus doesn’t care about her. “I did make an announcement at the gala,” he said. “If anyone disrespects her, they disrespect me.”My stomach dropped. That bitch must have told him something. “You had the nerves to threaten my wife,” he muttered. “Now, you’ll face the consequences.”My body shook uncontrollably. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You want to make an enemy of the Blackwood family?” The smile on Klaus’ face fell. “Even your father wouldn’t dare speak to me that way.”Then, he rose, shifting his chair backward with an unmatchable elegance. “Enjoy your time, Michael.” Then, the door slammed shut. My heart pounded in my

Alice’s POVI opened my mouth, but not a word came out. Klaus clenched his teeth. “You’ve overstepped your boundaries.”“I’m…I’m sorry.”He didn’t respond. “I didn’t mean to,” I added, my voice barely audible. My gaze lingered on the document, trying to understand what was written. Immediately, Klaus hid the file behind his back, something flickering in his eyes. Why was he being so defensive? What could possibly be in it? I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Why do you have pictures of me?”For a second, Klaus’ eyes widened a bit before returning back to its usual coldness. He didn’t reply. “Was marrying me a part of your plan?”Something flickered in his eyes, his hands gripping the file tightly.The air was heavy with tension and unanswered questions. “Answer me!” I yelled, hitting his chest hard with my hands.“It’s none of your business,” he replied, not meeting my gaze. “Curiosity kills.”I stared at him speechlessly“Just…just tell me the truth,” I whispered. “Why were

Alice’s POVThe scarred man stared at Klaus with narrowed eyes before his lips lifted into a cruel smile. “Wife?” He repeated, gripping my hair tightly. “Who the hell do you think you are?”Klaus’ gaze hardened, locked on the man’s hand on my hair. “What if he called the police?” One of the men whispered nervously, his eyes darting around.“I doubt,” the man with the scar replied. “He’s just an overconfident fool.”Klaus didn’t just walk, he strolled. Each step was slow and heavy, as if claiming ownership of the ground beneath him. The moment he got closer, his striking face was revealed under the flickering light. One of the men that had been quiet all along suddenly gasped. “K-Klaus Gambino,” He stammered, his body quivering. The other two men's mouths dropped, fear etched on their faces. The smile on the scarred man's face faltered, his expression turning grim. “I quit,” the man added. “You never told me it was Klaus Gambino’s wife! Even if you want to die, do you have to dra

Alice’s POV I stared at the screen speechlessly. What does it mean? Who could have texted this to me? My breathing became uneven. Could Klaus really be trusted? Then realization hit me. I never told Klaus where I was going. So how did he find me? I shook my head. Maybe he used a tracker or advanced technology. My eyes became heavy, my head falling onto the bed due to exhaustion. The sound of the door opening made my eyes snap open, waking me up from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, yawning. Klaus walked in. He looked fresh, wearing a properly ironed black vintage shirt. “Good morning, wife.” “Morning.” “Trust you slept well.” Immediately, I remembered the text message I had received. With a narrowed gaze, I stared at him. “Y-yes. I did.” “Good,” he said. “You didn’t sustain any major injury so you’ll recover fast.” Klaus sat on the bed, his fingers brushing my hand. I flinched, shifting away from him. His brows formed into a knot, a flicker of displeasure crossing

Alice’s POVMy gaze was fixed intensively on the screen. A blush crept to my face.“Klaus was…defending me,” I muttered under my breath.If he didn’t care, why would he do this?“Anyone who defames my wife, will hear from my lawyer.”My grip tightened around the phone. Warmth spread through my chest.No one had ever defended me like this before. Not my father. Not Nathan. Not even Michael. Yet, Klaus had done it without hesitation. My mind trailed back to the text message. “He saved you not because he cares…but because you’re still useful.”My chest tightened.“Do not trust Klaus.”I shook my head.What if it was the same person who lured me to the old train station?What if it was another attempt to manipulate me?I thought of how Klaus had rescued me from the men. The way he had carried me like something…precious. Delicate. The way he had helped in treating my wounds. Cared in a way no one had ever done.None of it felt fake. It felt…genuine.Why shouldn’t I trust a man that has