Alle Kapitel von Revenge In Silk Sheets: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

The night air was still and damp, the kind of evening that clung to your skin even in early spring. Daisy walked slowly down the quiet side street behind the café, hands stuffed into her coat pockets. She should have been wiping counters and balancing invoices. Instead she was walking in circles, trying to walk off the heaviness in her chest.She had thought getting out for a bit would clear her head, but it hadn’t. Her mind kept circling back to the same point: Arian.It had been weeks now, but it felt like it all happened yesterday. The bar’s neon sign, the sting of being stood up by her date, the shock of seeing him on the other side of the room. Thea was at home, fighting for her life and sanity but Daisy had gone out to “try dating” again. Pathetic. She had told herself she was ready, told herself she deserved someone. Then her date hadn’t shown up, and she’d been left with a poorly written apology and no promise for a second date. She had decided it was best to pay for an ent

Thea didn’t remember the drive back to the estate. Ethan had asked twice if she was all right, and both times she had only nodded, eyes fixed on the rain-streaked window.The city blurred by and Thea felt her heart shatter even more with each mile. Every word Gina had spoken replayed itself in her head until the only words ringing in her head were that one sentence…‘I believe you.’Thea's grip on her purse tightened, biting back the need to cry. That was all she ever wanted. That was all she had ever wanted to hear, and now that someone had told her that, she had no clue how to feel. By the time the car swept through the w gates of the Blackwood penthouse, she was struggling to keep herself together. “Ms Blackwood,” Ethan called suddenly, jerking her back to reality. Thea glanced up, her eyes slightly wide open. Ethan sighed, he knew something was wrong. And it was clearly because of the woman they ran into earlier. “We're here..” Thea glanced around the environment, they were r

Seth sighed for the hundredth time that morning. It hadn't been an easy day, and it was just an hour to twelve. He took off his glasses, massaging the corner of his eyes slowly, clearly out of exhaustion. He hasn't had the time for proper rest and he could blame no one except himself. Now, it's taking a toll on him. Thunder clapped in the background, it's been raining heavily the past few days which makes it even harder to want to get anything done under the gloomy weather. The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the city slick and gleaming. By mid-morning the top floors of the Blackwood Group tower were washed in faint light from the sun.Seth’s office smelled faintly of coffee and polished wood, the faint hum of the central AC the only sound between his sudden sighs.His desk had several folders of contracts but he’d read the same line three times without absorbing a word. The faint headache behind his eyes didn't make things any easier. He needed to take a break.Set

The room was still, the curtains drawn just enough to let in some morning light. Thea stirred first. The weight of Seth’s arm lay across her waist made her turn to face him and for a heartbeat she simply stayed there, listening to the slow rhythm of his breathing.He was asleep. Actually asleep.Wait…this would actually be the first time she's seen him asleep. And that was…wild to believe. Her eyes softened on him without thinking, studying him in silence. In sleep the lines around his eyes had smoothed; the faint crease between his brows was gone. His mouth, usually pressed into a firm line, was soft now. The light touched his skin like water on polished stone, and his lashes lay dark against his cheek. He looked, she thought, almost angelic. Like some sculpture left in a quiet cathedral, unguarded and human for once.Even in sleep, his arm around her waist was firm and strong. Hell, this man could protect her even in his sleep. She leaned back on his arm , staring at his face in si

Bass throbbed through the club’s walls like a heartbeat, slow and heavy. The private booth in the far corner was set back behind a velvet curtain; inside, the light was warmer. Bottles of champagne sweated on the low table between bowls of olives, chips, and lobster. A half-empty platter of sushi teetered dangerously close to the edge.Camila, perched cross-legged on the leather seat, lifted her phone high for another selfie. Seraphine leaned in, mouth open in a playful scream, while Yumi sat a little apart, swirling her drink and watching the dance floor below. In the flicker of neon her face was unreadable.It's been ages since she's seen Thea in school or ran into her. Runes had so much going on for him and he barely even had time for her now. Was it all in her head? That Thea might know something? Yolanda sat opposite them, back straight, fingers curled around a glass she’d barely touched. She should have been buzzing like the others; the DJ was a friend of hers, the drinks we