All Chapters of Revenge Is Mine : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 Moretti The morning sun peeked through the curtains of my bedroom. I sat up slowly, my body felt heavy, but my mind was racing. Last night's gala was a success. I had faced the monsters of my past, and I did not break. But as my eyes landed on the small nightstand next to my bed, my breathing hitched. Lying right there was the black business card Marco had slipped into my hand. I reached out and picked it up. His name was printed in bold, arrogant silver letters. Marco Mancini. CEO. Holding the card, a cold wave of doubt washed over me. It was easy to put on a beautiful dress and act arrogant at a party. But this? A real business meeting? I had signed my own company away to Marco. He was greedy, but he wasn't stupid when it came to making money. If I were going to call him... I had to know what I was doing. I couldn't just pretend to be a CEO. I actually had to be one. I threw the covers off and got out of bed. I washed my face, threw on a simple pair of jeans and a whi

Chiara Moretti The drive back to the estate felt much longer than the drive to the restaurant. I sat in the backseat, staring out at the passing streetlights. My heart was still beating fast, a mixture of adrenaline and pure exhaustion. I had sat across from the man who ruined my life, and I had played him perfectly. When the car finally pulled up to Alessandro's grand mansion, the front doors were already being opened by the guards. I stepped inside the massive foyer, taking a deep breath of the familiar, clean scent of the house. It felt safe here. I walked toward the main living room, expecting the house to be empty and asleep, but a warm light was glowing from the study. I walked to the open doorway and stopped. Alessandro was sitting in his large armchair. He had a glass of liquor in one hand and a book in the other. The fire was slowly burning in the fireplace, he looked up the moment my heels clicked against the floor. "You are back," he said, his voice deep and calm. He cl

Chiara MorettiAlessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."He pointed a finger toward the large glass windows, gesturing to the city outside. "I created a perfectly safe space for you," he continued, "Viviana Marino is a shield. She is a wealthy, untouchable CEO. You can stay in that beautiful corner office. You can focus on running the company, managing the legitimate numbers, and letting me handle Marco and his mafia friends in the shadows. You do not have to touch the dirt."I shook my head immediately. "No."Alessandro's eyes narrowed. "No?""That is not the life I want," I told him, "For two years, I hid in a hospital be