All Chapters of HER REVENGE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12Barry povThe morning sun cracked through the blinds like it had a vendetta. Sharp rays sliced across the floor, highlighting every damn thing wrong with the space.I stepped out of my room, barefoot, shirtless, and already irritated. My eyes dragged down the corridor, past the crooked photo frame Camelia kept promising to fix, to the living room that looked like a scene from a low-budget apocalypse.Cushions on the floor. A throw blanket tangled in a mess. Empty snack wrappers lounging like they paid rent.What the hell?“Camelia?” I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with confusion more than anger—for now.I moved toward the dining table. No scent of toast. No fried eggs. No coffee.Just a lonely jug of lukewarm water sweating beside a damn plate of sliced apples. Two slices. Like she thought I was some starving hamster.I stared at it like it might rearrange itself into an actual meal. My heart thumped faster than I liked. A joke? Maybe. But I wasn’t laughing.I sn

Chapter 14George POVThe second the door shut behind Rosemary, I could finally breathe.Not much, just enough to keep from chewing through the inside of my cheek.Barry was still by the window, staring out like he was trying to burn a hole through the glass. His shoulders were tight, his jaw working like he was grinding down whatever words he wanted to throw at me.I didn’t blame him.Hell, I knew exactly what I’d done the moment I sent that text. The “pregnant” one.The one that made him rush down here like the building was on fire.And yeah… it was dirty.But you try sitting in an office with Rosemary shrieking like a parrot on amphetamines, threatening to “ruin” you in every way imaginable.If I’d told Barry, “Hey, she’s here yelling about money again,” he would’ve texted back “Handle it” and gone back to whatever argument he was having with Camelia.But tell him someone’s claiming they’re pregnant with his kid?You get the man in fifteen minutes flat.I scrubbed my palm over my f

Alina POVBy the time I got home, the sun had dipped low enough to spill gold over the building across the street. My heels clicked in the hallway like punctuation marks, sharp and deliberate. Elizabeth’s voice was still in my head—bright, manic, and looping over “Barry won’t see it coming” like a broken song.I slid my key into the lock, pushed the door open, and—silence.No Dante. No deep, steady breathing from his study. No low hum of music he sometimes played when he was working late. Just the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air, stubborn as memory.I dropped my purse on the console table and toed off my shoes, flexing my sore feet. The quiet pressed around me in that way that made every movement sound too loud.Fine. If he wasn’t here, I’d find him.I padded into the kitchen, twisting my hair out of its ponytail as I went. The fridge door hissed open, spilling cold light over my hands. I pulled out vegetables for dinner—cherry tomatoes, fresh basil, pasta I could thro

Chapter 18Alina POVThe sunlight cut across the bedroom in sharp angles, landing right over my face like it had a personal vendetta. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, mentally running through the day ahead, what I’d wear, what questions I’d ask Elizabeth, what tone to use so she’d tell me everything without realizing how much she was giving away. Dante was still asleep or pretending to be. His breathing was steady, one arm flung over the pillow where my head had been before I’d rolled away. Even unconscious, he radiated that quiet kind of authority, the kind that said he could wake up and end a conversation or a life,without blinking.I slipped out of bed, careful not to jostle him, and padded into the closet. The cool air inside smelled faintly of cedar and his cologne. My fingers skimmed over hangers until I settled on black cigarette trousers, a silk blouse the color of cream, and a tailored blazer. Polished, professional, something that would make Elizabeth take

Chapter 30Alina POV“Faster, Dante, please, just faster!”My voice was sharper than I intended, cutting through the steady growl of the engine. My hand kept clenching and unclenching around my phone, useless now, the screen black like it was mocking me.Dante didn’t flinch, his eyes stayed forward, one hand on the wheel, the other resting tense near the gearshift. His patience was the kind of thing that could terrify or steady you. Right now, it was infuriating.“She screamed, Dante. She screamed and then there was a crash, and I couldn't get through to her.” My words tumbled out too quickly. “We don’t have time to just drive around blindly.”He shot me a look, one eyebrow raised, like I’d forgotten who I was talking to. “You think I don’t know that?” His tone was calm, but the undertone carried steel.“Then help me track her,” I pushed, my pulse hammering. “You know more about this than I do. Please.”For a second, he just studied me. Then, without a word, he pulled the car abruptly