All Chapters of His to Punish, Hers to Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Desi leaned against the balcony railing, staring out into the darkness, the city lights below flickering like distant stars. Her mind was a whirlwind, tangled up in everything, the secrets she’d tried to bury. The weight of it all felt unbearable, pressing down on her chest until she struggled to breathe.Damien asked her to tell him, but could she really do that?The soft shuffle of footsteps made her tense. She turned slightly, and there he was. Lucas was standing a few steps away from her. He looked hesitant, almost uncertain, an expression she hadn’t seen on his face before. His usual confidence was replaced with something softer.“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, his voice was low even in the silent night.She shook her head, her fingers gripping the railing tightly. "No… just needed some air."They both fell silent. Unsure of what to say.Finally, Lucas cleared his throat and looked at her.“Desi,” he called softly and took a small step closer, “I… I came to apologize.” He sa

Desi stood outside the restaurant, her heart racing as she took in the bustling street around her. She glanced down at her phone, checking the time. He was late. The nerves clawed at her insides, but she pushed them down, reminding herself that this was a chance to reconnect with the only family she had left.Finally, she spotted him. Dan, her father, approached with a gait that hinted at a tough life. His clothes were worn out, his face unshaven. He looked more like a thug off the street than the father she remembered, and her heart sank at the sight of him.“Desi?” His voice was gruff, lacking the warmth she’d hoped for.“Dad,” she replied, forcing a smile despite the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. They stood awkwardly for a moment, the gap between them filled with years of absence.He stepped forward, enveloping her in a hug that felt familiar yet foreign. “You’ve grown,” he said, pulling back to look at her. “I barely recognized you.”“Thanks,” Desi replied, feeling her

The door to the waiting room opened slowly, The officer entered, his face somber. Desi and her mother rose to their feet immediately, every muscle in their bodies tense with dread, their hearts pounding.“Mrs. Jones, Desi,” he began, his voice calm but tinged with sadness. “We’ve found Anna. You need to come to the station now.”Desi exchanged a terrified glance with her mother. Desi’s legs felt like lead as she forced herself to move. Her mother clutched her hand tightly, as if letting go would send her spiraling into the abyss. Neither of them spoke as they followed the officer to the car, their minds racing with terrible possibilities.The ride to the station was silent, except for the shallow, ragged breaths of her mother. Desi stared out the window, her mind racing with terrible scenarios. She wanted to ask questions, but her throat was too dry to form words.“Please, don't let anything happen to my sister. Please. I would never be able to forgive herself.” She prayed to whatever

Desi sat with a few of Lucas’s men in the lounge, their laughter and banter filled the air. They shared amusing stories about Lucas, each one more exaggerated than the last.“Did you know he once chased off an entire rival crew with nothing but a glare?” one of them said, grinning. Desi chuckled, imagining Lucas’s signature intimidating stare. He could be scary when he wanted to.“I’ve seen him carry heavy stuff like they were nothing,” another chimed in, flexing his arms dramatically. Desi shook her head, her smile widening as the stories grew more outlandish.She felt surprisingly at ease among them, their teasing drawing her in. For a moment, it was easy to forget her past.One of the men leaned closer, lowering his voice. “So, what’s it like working for the boss? Is he as scary as he seems?” he asked with a playful smirk.Desi raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider the question. “Depends on the day,” she replied, eliciting a round of laughter.“Yeah, but he’s got a soft spot, d

The mansion had seen its fair share of visitors before, but today was different. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and Desi couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was unfolding.Desi stood at the balcony overlooking the grand foyer, her gaze fixed on the constant stream of men filing into Lucas’s study. Each one carried an air of urgency, their low murmurs barely audible over the clinking of glassware as staff hurried to serve refreshments.The usually serene Lucas mansion was alive with chaos. Whispers of deals, alliances, and threats floated in the air, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. Desi wandered the corridors, trying to make sense of the sudden influx of activity.Her steps faltered as she approached the main sitting room. Inside, a man in his fifties, stocky and exuding power, lounged on one of the leather couches. Beside him sat a young woman, no more than twenty-four, dressed in designer clothes that clung to her like a second skin. Her perfec