All Chapters of Revenge Is Mine : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Chiara MorettiMarco stood frozen in the center of the room, he looked ridiculous. Dozens of papers from the file I'd thrown were stuck to his navy suit, and hundreds more were scattered across the floor like a blanket of white snow. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes wide and blinking rapidly as he tried to process the fact that the "composed" Viviana Marino had just turned into a hurricane."Viviana," he finally stammered, his voice thin and shaky. He held his hands up in a defensive gesture. "I... I don't understand. What is this? What are you talking about?""Don't you dare play dumb with me!" I snapped, taking a predatory step toward him. "I was at the Gala, Marco. I stood there while a man with dead eyes told me a very interesting story about fifty million euros."The blood drained from Marco's face so fast he looked like a ghost. He tried to speak, but only a dry, clicking sound came out of his throat. "I know exactly what you did," I hissed, I was close enough now to see th

Chiara MorettiThe coastal villa was nothing short of a hidden paradise.When the car finally rolled to a stop, the sound of the engine was immediately replaced by the soothing crash of the ocean waves. I stepped out of the vehicle and closed my eyes, taking in a deep, long breath. The salty air was warm and refreshing, completely different from the suffocating, smog-filled air of the city."Do you like it?"I opened my eyes and turned to see Alessandro walking around the car. He had already taken off his tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. The ocean breeze caught his hair, making him look wilder, more relaxed."Like it?" I smiled, looking at the massive white villa sitting perfectly on a cliff above the private beach. "It is breathtaking, Alessandro. It feels like a completely different world.""That is exactly the point," he said, returning my smile. "No business, no stress. The real world doesn't exist out here."We went inside, and the interior of the villa was just

Chiara MorettiThe kiss was everything I didn't know I needed.It was hot, demanding, and completely consuming. The taste of the alcohol on his tongue mixed with the overwhelming heat of his mouth. His hands were tangled deep in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me, while his lips moved over mine with a desperate hunger.Suddenly, a wave of disbelief crashed over me. My mind spun, unable to process what was actually happening. I pressed my hands against his chest and broke the kiss, pulling my face away.I was panting, my chest heaving up and down as I stared at him. Alessandro’s eyes were dark, almost entirely black with desire. His breathing was just as heavy as mine. "What happened?" he asked, his voice thick with a whisper."Nothing," I stammered, shaking my head slightly. I looked at his swollen lips and then up to his eyes. "I just... I can't wrap my head around this. We are actually kissing. I don't know what just happened."A slow, devastating smirk spread across his

Chiara MorettiThe transition back to the city was like stepping out of a warm bath and straight into freezing rain.The sound of the ocean and the salty breeze of the coastal villa were instantly replaced by the blaring horns, the suffocating smog, and the towering skyline of the city. As Alessandro’s car pulled through the gates of his mansion, I let out a deep breath.I walked up the grand staircase to my bedroom, dropped my bag, and pulled my phone from my coat pocket.The screen lit up. There was a single, new text message waiting for me, I didn't need to guess who it was from.‘I accept.’That was two words from Leonardo Morano. I stared at the screen for a few seconds and rolled my eyes, a scoff leaving my lips at his dramatic, cryptic timing. "Whatever," I muttered.I tossed the phone onto the center of the bed, completely dismissing him from my mind.The next morning, I stepped out of the elevator onto the top floor of my company building. "Good morning, Ms. Marino," Clara’s