All Chapters of Revenge Is Mine : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Chiara MorettiMy eyes fluttered open, or at least, I thought they did. I was enveloped in darkness that pressed down on me and made every breath a lot of effort. Every nerve ending in my body screamed in protest, I felt sharp pains around my body that made me question if I was even alive. My skin felt alien, stretched and taut, as if encased in a shell. I tried to move, to shift just an inch, but it was impossible.Panic began to prickle at my consciousness, I tried to focus, to pierce through the internal blackness, but all I could feel was the strange, rough texture against my skin, from my fingertips to my toes was all bandaged. Every inch of me was wrapped like a mummy in a tomb. Why? What had happened? A desperate, choked sound escaped my throat, more a gasp than a cry.The last thing... the last thing I remembered was leaving the mansion angrily, getting into my car, and holding the steering wheel under my trembling hands. My vision had been blurred from stinging tears that str

Chiara MorettiTWO YEARS LATER I stood in the front of the full-length mirror that offered a reflection I barely recognized. It's been two years, three months, and precisely seventeen days since the fire, since the world believed Chiara Moretti perished in a horrific accident. And two years to the day since Alessandro Bianchi had offered retribution I was too broken to refuse.My fingers, traced my face, once round and innocent, was now leaner, my eyes, though was still the same shade of deep hazel. A glance wouldn't reveal the old Chiara not even a lingering stare, I look entirely like a different person.I had turned my attention to the television when I heard the journalist on the TV. I had spent the last two years focusing on Marco and Alesia. I have seen every plastered across news articles, society pages, and glossy magazine spreads. I saw how they flaunted my wealth which only fueled the fury within me.There was a sudden soft click, and the door opened, pulling me from my re

Chiara MorettiMy phone beeped as soon as I got to the car; it was a text from Alessandro. I dialed his number once, and he immediately picked up; his voice was curt and calm, just as it always was. "Where are you?" He asked, his voice not imposing or questioning. "I'm in the car. I want to leave" I responded over the phone. I heard the sharp intake of his breath and figured that it was not his plan. "Do you have something else in mind?" I asked. "Yes, but I'll join you in the car. We will leave, maybe another time" he said, and the call disconnected. My mind was a mess. I thought I had prepared myself for when I would finally meet my ex-husband and the woman I thought was my sister. Their betrayal had eaten deep into me, and I could feel my blood boiling. Marco did not change; that was a good thing because it was going to make the first step of what I had in mind even easier to accomplish. His shiny black card caught the light and glistened in my hands. I smirked and picked up m

Chiara MorettiThe previous day went better than I had envisaged. It was nice to see Rowan and Alessia tear at each other after they had torn me down. It was almost like the accident gave me my chance at righting the wrongs that had been done to me. I was ready to take back everything that is mine, and there was no better time to do it than now. Today was going to be a good day; the weather was calm, and I felt the urge to do a little something to celebrate my victory when my phone rang. I rushed to it, thinking that it was Alessandro who called, since he had merely dropped me off last night and zoomed off. He wasn't the one calling; Marco's name displayed on my phone's screen as I fought back the wave of disgust that hit me. After all the embarrassment that Alessia had caused him because of me yesterday, he was still reaching out to me. Everything that he was doing made me question everything that defined the relationship we had. “Hello,” I said calmly as I fought back the urge to