All Chapters of My Ultimate Revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NO MORE SHADOWS.Rain lashed against the tinted windows of Jerry’s car as it glided through the city’s financial district. Aria sat beside him, quiet, poised, her fingers scrolling through news feeds that now sang her praises. One article called her “the phoenix of Westford.” Another dubbed her “the billionaire’s bride of steel.”But none of it distracted her from the truth.Regina hadn’t flinched.“She’s too calm,” Aria finally said.Jerry’s hand flexed around the steering wheel. “Because she’s planning something bigger. The only time Regina ever stays quiet is when she’s moved on to her final play.”“Then what is it?”Jerry exhaled slowly. “The family board.”Aria turned to him sharply. “The board that could dissolve your authority as CEO?”He nodded. “They’ve always seen Regina as a pureblood Vane. A legacy match. Me marrying her was meant to solidify the last merger between our families. They never accepted that I turned my back on it.”“So she’ll go to them. Claim you’re unstable

Collateral Hearts.Dark gray, the colour of the sky, cloudy with heavy unshed rain, as if the city itself felt the great tension happening between the power corridors of Westford Enterprises. Aria stood by the glass wall of her office, crossing her arms, watching the skyline blur with heavy clouds. The press had grown louder, hungrier. Every move she made was a headline waiting to twist her story.But she was ready for them. Almost.Jerry entered silently behind her, holding two files, one marked confidential, the other unsealed. His eyes met hers in the reflection."They've started circling again," he said.Aria turned. "The press or the board?""Both. The board's unofficially reviewing our merger documents. Regina’s people are fanning the flames online, and Daniel..."Aria arched her brow. "Daniel what?"Jerry hesitated. "He asked for a private meeting. Just you."Her breath caught."Did he say why?"Jerry shook his head. "No. But he looked... off. Like someone told him just enough

The Echo of AshesThe aftermath of victory didn’t taste like champagne. It tasted like silence, the kind that filled the empty corners of Aria’s life now that her greatest war was over.Two days had passed since Regina’s public disgrace. News outlets continued to analyze every second of the footage. Aria had become a reluctant symbol, of strength, of rebirth, of calculated revenge.In the places no cameras could see, just behind the scenes, she stood in front of her mother’s gravestone. All alone.The morning breeze blew the strand of hair that had escaped her scarf. She held a bouquet of white lilies in her hand and knelt down slowly.“I did it, Mom,” she said barely audible. “I broke the chains. I ended the story the way I should have started it. But why does it still feel like something’s missing?”The wind offered no answer. Only quiet acceptance.---Jerry sat across from his board members, the final signatures confirming the full merger. The Westford-Caden Alliance was now the l

Shadows Between UsTracing the rim of her coffee mug, she asked in a low voice, "Did you ever miss me?" Glancing up from the spreadsheet he’d been half-studying, Jerry said, “Miss what?”“The war. The chaos. That... edge.”Leaning back on the chair, considering. “I miss the clarity it forced. The way everything felt urgent. Like every breath mattered.”Aria nodded slowly. “Yeah. That part.”The city pulsed with distant light which could be seen from outside the window as silence stretched between them, heavy but not uncomfortable.“Does that make us broken?” she asked.“No,” Jerry said. “It makes us aware. There’s a difference.”There was something unreadable in her eyes as she looked at him. “Sometimes I feel like we’re pretending to be normal people now.”He smiled faintly. “You think normal people build empires on the ashes of betrayal?”She laughed, short and sharp. “Fair point.”He stood, walked over to her, and brushed her hair from her cheek. “Pretending, I'm not sure you are

The Baited Trap.Jerry moved across the war room like a man threading through invisible tripwires, every step measured. His eyes flicked from the digital map on the wall to the string of open files on the central table. “This won’t work unless we make them think they’ve already won.”Aria didn’t move from her post by the window. The skyline blinked in the distance, but her gaze was inward, sharp. Her arms stayed folded, jaw tense. “They’ve already sniffed out the tech wing,” she muttered. “It won’t take much to sell the illusion. But that’s not enough for me.”He paused, watching her.“I want names, not shadows,” she continued. “I want them dragged out, not just scared into silence.”Jerry turned, his voice low but pulsing with edge. “Then we give them exactly what they’re looking for, a fracture. Just deep enough to pull them in.”Aria turned to face him, the light catching the glint of frustration in her eyes. “You’re talking about bait. A planted vulnerability. You really think th