My Ultimate Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

FIGHT BACK.Ann's heels clicked on Daniel's marble floors in his skyscraper, her walk firm, but focused as she headed to his office complex. She had sat brooding for the majority of the morning, glued to her telephone, perusing the messages and watching courtroom broadcasts."She's too calm," Ann snorted.Daniel looked up. "Who?"Aria." She answered brusquely. "No one makes a move like that unless they have an ace in the hole."He sat back in his chair, clearly annoyed."You're exhibiting irrational fear.""No, I'm not" she replied as she crossed her both thumbs together, turning fully to him. "I'm being smart. There is a leak in your operations. Somebody's giving her all information."Daniel got up. "That's impossible."Ann tossed a file on his desk. “Isabelle. She’s been visiting someone. The same investigator Aria hired last year.”Daniel opened the file, his face paling. Photos. Notes. Isabelle meeting someone in a café. A data chip passed discreetly.His jaw clenched. “She woul

JEREMIAH CLARK. Ann's exposure was a slow burning fire, the repercussions were very quiet, but consuming everything in their path. Aria sat alone in her office as the dusk crept over the city, the air thick with the gravity of everything that had happened. The company was still alive with whispers. The staff moved cautiously, still reeling from the revelations that had scattered the carefully formed peace they once believed they knew. Ann, Daniel's previous secretary and secret mistress, had been exposed as the mastermind behind months of corporate spying. Her complicated web of lies had all but destroyed Aria's business and shattered the last pieces of Daniel's already broken integrity. And yet… the wreckage wasn't just professional. It was deeply personal. Josh, quiet and traumatized, barely said anything to anyone. Isabelle had become fiercely protective of him, standing as his shield, as if guarding him against a world that had already once let him down. Aria had just t

JOSH IS MISSING.The black SUV had driven through the night and the sirens screamed in the distance, their howls echoing off the empty hills like a twisted light, its headlights flashing through mist as it sped toward the Fallen estate alone on the outskirts of the city.In the backseat, Isabelle sat, loveliness bursting forth from every pore. Her manicured nails snapped with the music of a clock ticking, as it continued pounding restlessly in an uneven beat against the face of her phone, but never once did her cold and knife-sharp eyes move off the red-blinking GPS spot on her map.Josh's last known whereabouts.Double the unit in the rear," she snarled into her Bluetooth earpiece. "We have no idea if she has backup. I want eyes in front of every fucking window in five minutes. No mistakes.""Yes, ma'am," snapped the instant response.Isabelle released contact and took a slow breath, grounding herself in the flame that had brought her to this place. Weeks she'd waited. Watched. Measu

MISSING AGAIN.The sharp click-click-click of Isabelle’s heels pierced through the sterile silence of J\&A’s legal division like a metronome of dread. The marble floor reflected her brisk, almost frantic steps, catching the attention of several junior associates who paused in confusion. But Isabelle didn’t stop. Her blazer,long and well ironed flipped behind her like a cape caught in the wind, her breath ragged, and her chest heaving with every step.She shoved open the glass door to Aria’s office with such force that it bounced off the wall.Aria jerked her head up from the file she was reviewing. “Isabelle?”Isabelle stood there, shaking. Her pale face, more full and her lips parted shaking, her usually sharp eyes now wide with sheer panic.“He’s gone!” she gasped, her voice cracking into a low voice, barely audible but it still shattered the room.Aria rose instantly. “What? Isabelle, what do you mean?”“Josh. He didn’t come home today.” Isabelle’s hands trembled violently as sh

PERFECT.The explosion had reduced the east wing of J\&A Legal into a smoldering wreck. Twisted steel dropped and fell like broken ribs, and fragments of glass littered the hallways. The stubborn flame had been extinguished by the Fire crew, leaving behind only acrid smoke and sirens, loud in the distance.But Jerry Clark didn’t blink.Even as paramedics rushed in and frightened employees came out under emergency blankets, his voice cut through the chaos with sharp clarity.“Is everyone accounted for?” he spoke loudly into his earpiece as he paced through the black sooted lobby, eyes scanning for the only face that mattered.“Yes, sir,” the head of internal security responded. “All present. Ms. Aria’s is still okay and no injuries no injuries reported from anyone sir.”Jerry’s spine finally loosened by an inch. Relief surged through him—but only briefly. Then came the surge of something colder. Rage. And the iron-clad resolve that followed.“Lock it down,” he said tightly. “No one ent