Semua Bab Revenge In Silk Sheets: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Thea sat perched on the edge of the leather chair in Seth's office, her palm upturned in Seth’s hands. The scent of antiseptic floated between them. On his desk, next to a stack of reports and a silver pen set, lay an opened first-aid kit. Seth was bent slightly forward, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair falling across his brow as he worked. The cut Runes’ nails had left was not deep, but it had bled enough to leave faint trails down her wrist.“It’s fine,” she murmured for the third time. “Really. You don’t have to…”Seth shot her a look that froze the words on her tongue. It wasn’t anger; it was something harder. How often does this happen for her to think a cut this serious was nothing? “Don’t say it’s nothing,” he said, voice low but edged. “It’s my job to make sure nobody lays a hand on you.”She tried to pull her hand back. He held it firmly but carefully, dabbing at the wound with a sterile wipe. The sting made her hiss, but she bit it back. His touch was steady, almos

Thea sat curled into the corner of the leather sofa in the foyer of the penthouse, phone cradled in her hands. The muted television above the bar still showed Rune’s swollen face and split lip. Now a panel of analysts debated the implications, their captions running under the screen like a never-ending accusation: Blackwood Empire CEO Assaults Rival?She thumbed her screen without seeing it. Her inbox was something else; classmates, old acquaintances, were sending in questions, emails, asking for answers.The same who didn't bother to check up on when the scandal happened, were now suddenly concerned for her. Every buzz made her stomach churn.On the coffee table lay the bandage Seth had wrapped around her palm. It was such a small wound, but it had turned into something else within minutes. He did this for me, she thought, and then, and now he’s the one in danger.Thea had known Runes could be manipulative. She had not expected him to spin a press conference within hours. Watching hi

Runes slammed the back door of the courthouse hard enough for the brass handle to rattle. Cameras were still flashing at the main entrance, but his driver had pulled the car around to the service lane to avoid the crowd. Even so, a few freelancers spotted him and shouted questions about “losing a billion” and “Thea Blackwood’s counter-suit.”He yanked the collar of his coat higher and ducked into the waiting Bentley. The door thudded shut. The sounds outside his window dulled. For a moment he just sat there, fists trembling on his knees, feeling the engine idle beneath him.“Sir…” began Fred, sliding in beside him.“Don’t.” Runes’s voice was flat and dangerous. “Not a word.”The lawyer shut his mouth and stared at his briefcase. The car eased into traffic. Through the tinted glass Runes could see the courthouse move out of his view.How the hell could he have missed that? His eyes darted to his lawyer, full of rage. How could he have missed that Thea would counter sue him?! “You're

Posy sat on the edge of her bed with her tablet still in her hand. The headline on the news app flashed again. “Court Rules in Seth Blackwood’s Favour. Billion Dollar Lawsuit Thrown Out.”Her thumb hovered over the screen. She read the lines twice more, as if they might change if she stared hard enough. They didn’t. Seth and Thea had won. Runes had lost. And with that loss, Posy’s careful plan began to wobble.She had hoped that this case would set Thea off, humiliate her but it only backfired and that alone, irritated her greatly She tossed the tablet onto the duvet and stood up. “No, no, no,” she muttered. She walked to the window and back. The sky outside was bright but she felt heavy. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Runes was supposed to crush Seth, embarrass Thea, and weaken the Blackwood Empire. Instead, the opposite had happened, and everyone on social media was laughing at Runes.Hell, what was she expecting? This is the Blackwood empire! It was a dumb idea to go against a

Thea arrived at the student café fifteen minutes early. The weather was starting to feel warmer, light streamed through the glass walls, scattering across the rows of tables. Students were huddled in groups over laptops and steaming mugs, barely paying her any attention.Thea scanned the cafe, looking for the sitting area Reed had told her to meet her and when she did, she settled on the seat, hanging her bag on the arm of her chair. She exhaled, both hands on the table interlocked. Her palm felt sweaty and for some reason, her heart rate seemed to have picked up a little speed. “Ma'am…” Thea glanced up to see a waitress with a tray, a small smile on her face as she glanced down at her. “Good afternoon. Can I have your order?” “Actually, I am waiting for someone. I'll…” “I'll have a cup of iced frappe and croissant.” It was Sakisma Reed. She had walked in at exactly one-thirty. She moved like she was unaware of the room but somehow everyone shifted to make space for her. Crea