All Chapters of HER REVENGE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Chapter 21Barry POVI hurried along, my jaw clenched and fists tightening at my sides as if I could force the image of her out of my mind.George’s voice trailed behind me, annoyingly nonchalant. "Barry. Slow down."I ignored him. My steps only grew quicker, the crowd noise fading as I crossed the street and made a beeline for my car. My lungs felt like they were on fire with each breath, but it wasn’t from the exertion. I felt exposed, laid bare in the wreckage, as if every stranger could see it,her arms wrapped around someone who wasn’t me.I flung the door open, dropped into the driver’s seat, and slammed it shut with enough force to rattle the frame.A moment later, the passenger door clicked open. George slid in, grinning as if he’d just caught me in the middle of a comedy act, not a meltdown."You’re pathetic," he stated bluntly, fastening his seatbelt without waiting for permission.I turned the ignition, my knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. "Shut up."He leane

Chapter 23Camille POVThe silence in the lot was suffocating. My ears still rang from the impact, from the crunch of Elizabeth’s car folding in on itself like it had been made of paper instead of steel. Even with the engine off, I could hear it — the echoes of glass raining onto asphalt, the scream that had died too quickly.I sat there, motionless, mask discarded on the passenger seat, my hands pressed against the steering wheel until the leather bit into my palms.I should’ve felt something more than this emptiness. Relief, maybe. Victory. Something sharp and clean to slice through the thick fog that had been choking me since last night. But all I felt was the endless beat of my heart, like a drum counting down to something inevitable.My phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t Barry. A news alert flashed across the screen.BREAKING: Collision in Downtown District. Woman trapped inside vehicle, emergency services on scene.I clicked it open with trembling fingers. The photo was gra

Alina POVThe ride home was quiet. Dante’s hand was tight on the steering wheel. His jaw flexed with every turn, his eyes locked on the road like he was afraid to look at me. I leaned against the window, my head pounding from all the crying, though inside I wasn’t as broken as I looked. My chest still burned, but not from grief. From fury. From the thrill of watching Barry finally stumble under the weight of my words. He deserved it. Every second of it.The car stopped in front of the house. Dante killed the engine but didn’t move. His hand stayed on the wheel, knuckles white. I waited for him to open my door like he usually did, but he didn’t. He just sat there, staring straight ahead. His silence crawled under my skin.Finally, I pushed the door open myself and stepped out. The night air felt cold and sharp against my damp cheeks. I walked up the steps, heels clicking too loud in the stillness. When I reached the door, I heard his door slam shut. Heavy footsteps followed me.Inside,

Alina POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up wasn't sunlight,it was warmth. I blinked my eyes open. Dante’s chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, steady, grounding, the kind of rhythm that could lull me back into sleep if I let it. His arm was slung loosely around my waist, heavy with exhaustion, but not crushing,just holding, just keeping me where he wanted me.For a moment, I didn’t move. I let myself linger, my fingers brushing lightly against his shirt, listening to the way his heartbeat thudded beneath skin and fabric. It was faster than sleep should allow. Maybe he wasn’t fully under either.I tilted my head, studying him in the faint gray light filtering through the curtains. His hair was a dark tangle against the pillow, his jaw rough with stubble, his mouth soft in repose. He looked younger like this, stripped of the edges and fire he carried in the daylight.My lips curved despite myself. He would hate knowing I thought he looked gentle.Carefully, I shifted, untangling