All Chapters of My Ultimate Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

She Didn't move away.The ward corridor was empty, the only noise the gentle whine of equipment and the echo of the muffled thud of the nurses' feet. Aria perched on the edge of the plastic chair, her fists balled up in her lap together. Each second was drawn out, balanced. Her heart was pounding agonizingly in her chest as she stared at the double doors between Jerry and herself.With a soft push, the door was made open and a nurse in pale blue scrubs stepped out, holding a very small container in her hand. Her eyes scanned the waiting area until they landed on Aria.“Mrs. Clark?” she asked.Aria blinked, startled. “I—I’m not his—”But before she could say another thing, the nurse had already passed by her and firmly put the balm in her hand. "He moved. The doctor treated the wound. It wasn't fatal, thank God. He'll need this for the bruising. Take care of your husband."Aria smiled, she did not stand, surprised by the manner in which the nurse had spoken to her. The nurse did not sh

A PLAN.Her heart, which was beating, hummed with a aura of quiet in the room.Louder was the sound of the clock on the wall, every tick sending a signal that he wasn't there. Then came the sound, slow, metallic, and whispery.The door handle turned.She was breathing irregularly.She stiffened, smoothing the blouse with shaking hands, her heart racing back and forth like a caged bird. It's him, she told herself. Let it be Jerry.The door opened on a completely different face."Good afternoon, ma'am." The new secretary, blonde with suspicious eyes and short skirt, came in and held out a brown file. "Mr. Grant told me to bring it over."Disappointment hit home. She gripped the file harder, paralyzed in uncertainty but unyielding."Leave it on the table!" she commanded, hardly able to utter the words.The young woman nodded wordlessly, and departed as the resounding thud of her footsteps receded.Silence again.Aria took a deep breath and slouched back in her chair. She stared blankly

Not forever.Daniel couldn’t breathe.The chill in the air-conditioned conference room suddenly felt arctic. His palms were slick with sweat as he stared at the email Aria had sent. Each attachment was a dagger: financial transfers, personal correspondences, shell account movements—things he thought were buried, things only someone inside could have uncovered.She knew.And worse—she had receipts.“What is it?” Isabelle asked again, irritation edging into her voice.Daniel snapped the laptop shut, plastering on a tight smile. “Nothing urgent. Just… personal.”Isabelle didn’t buy it, but she nodded anyway. “Good. Because the press release goes live in twenty minutes. We need your full attention.”He nodded, but his thoughts had already scattered. Aria had frozen the secondary account. She had forwarded suspicious activity to the board’s Ethics Committee. She had even included a note suggesting the merger was influenced by “undisclosed personal relationships.”He was screwed.But how?H

Just Getting Started.The courtroom was charged with tension.Aria stood at the plaintiff's table, her stilettos sunk into the shiny floor, navy-blue suit sharp and commanding. It was the biggest case of her life to date, 'Marston vs. Bellatrix Pharmaceuticals', a whistleblowerm lawsuit that would redefine her reputation for better or worse.The opposing attorney had three senior partners, an intern army, and a greater amount of arrogance than competence. But Aria had something they didn't: clarity. Fire. And Jerry.He stood a little behind her, setting out papers, reminding her gently, and providing a discreet nod each time the opposing attorney tried to intimidate her. He was more than a secretary today—he was her anchor.As soon as the judge arrived and proceedings started, Aria moved with lightning speed. Her objections were well-timed, her questions razor-sharp, and her strategy watertight. The courtroom was in agog silence as she destroyed Bellatrix's star witness inside fiftee

SHE DESTROYS EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHES.The outside world from Daniel's penthouse was the opposite of what was inside. Inside the penthouse, it was suffocating. Isabelle stood wordlessly before the massive window, pretending to look out at the skyline while taking a glance at Daniel from the corner of her eye. He was pacing back and forth, clearly agitated, speaking to himself while reading the latest report Ann had presented to him. She was always giving him something either reports, files, or ideas. She was always hovering around him, his ears.Always underfoot.Isabelle clenched her hand into the pleats of her skirt. She'd loved Daniel for years—quietly, loyally, idiotically. He'd never noticed her, not truly. Aria had claimed all his love, and now Ann had claimed all his sanity.Isabelle had never liked Ann.At first, she'd thought it was jealousy, that bitter pang of watching Daniel fall in love with someone else. But it was more than that. Something darker lurked in Ann, something