Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge In Silk Sheets: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The lights in the house were dim when Thea returned. Even the house seemed sober tonight, as if the world itself knew how heavy her heart felt.Butler John was standing by the door as usual, a smile playing on his lips as she stepped out of the car. “Welcome back,Ms Thea.”Thea offered a thin smile, fighting to keep herself composed. “I would like the halls to be empty please.”“Yes, Ms Thea.” And just like that, the entire building cleared. She barely made it towards the stairs leading to the second floor when her eyes started to burn from holding back tears during the drive.Once she stepped inside, the silence hit her like a wave. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of Seth’s cologne lingered in the air. It was a cruel reminder of everything she was trying not to feel.She shut the door quietly behind her. The sound echoed through the empty space.Thea didn’t make it past the living room. Her knees gave out as soon as she reached the couch, and she sank onto it like a wei

Thea smoothed her palms over the front of her blazer for what must have been the tenth time. The subtle hum of the air conditioner filled the long stretch of silence before the meeting began. Across the mahogany table sat the members of the Balmero board, men and women who had once questioned her right to stand in this very room.On Thea's right of the table sat Sakisma Reed, her eyes sharp and assessing as always. She rarely attends board meetings but her presence only made other board members realise how much of her support Thea had. She offered Thea a faint, knowing smile.“You’re nervous,” Sakisma murmured under her breath when Thea took the seat beside her. “Don’t be. You earned this.”Thea swallowed. “It’s not nervousness,” she lied softly, keeping her tone steady. “Just… surreal.”Sakisma’s brow lifted, and a flicker of something like pride crossed her face. “Then make it real.”Before Thea could respond, Adam cleared his throat and began.“We are gathered today to officiall

“Have a safe trip home!” Clara said in excitement as she waved the very last of the staff's goodbye. There was nothing like seeing her old collegues back where they used to be, working together. They were like the family she never had.The restaurant has grown quiet now. Most of the staff had left, their laughter and chatter fading into the hum of city traffic outside. Only the clinking of a wine glass broke the silence as Thea poured herself another drink, her vision slightly unfocused.The soft jazz in the background felt almost too calm, too detached from the storm brewing inside her chest.She stared into her glass, the deep red swirl of the wine seemed to mirror her dark and sad thoughts. How on earth is she supposed to push back the knowledge of Celine’s death? Thea sighed, it was too much.Balmero was now hers. She got her revenge. It all should’ve felt like something. Instead, she just felt… empty.She tipped the glass back again, the wine burning pleasantly as it slid down he

Celine sat in her favorite armchair by the window, the porcelain rim of her teacup pressed lightly against her lips.She had just sent Thea a message, asking if she'd be willing to attend a friend's birthday party with her the next day. Thea, bless her heart, had agreed to. A smile curled on her lips. Or was it nice having someone to do things once again. Especially now that she barely had enough time left. The scent of chamomile drifted through the air, calming, familiar. Outside, the streetlights washed her living room in warm, gold tones.It had been a long day at the firm. Meetings, calls, then dinner alone. She was used to it now, the quiet. It was a kind of peace she’d grown into, though sometimes it still ached in her bones.But Thea was the highlight of it all. Seth, that little bastard. He scored a big one on that young lady. The wedding drama with Posy, she had seen it all on the internet but chose not to ask about it the last time they met. It was over now and that was a

The waiting room felt like a frozen clock; white walls, antiseptic smell, muted footsteps echoing down tiled halls. Thea sat on one of the cold metal chairs, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her eyes were red from crying, but no more tears would come.Arian stood near the window, his arms folded as he stared out at the gray morning. The rain had just started like the sky itself was mourning.Celine was gone. And they were waiting for her death certificate to be handed over and her body placed in a casket..Neither of them spoke for a long time.“What happened?” Thea finally asked. “The officer said someone killed Celine. Seth seems to know who did it..” Arian sighed and turned toward her. His voice was low, heavy. “You deserve to know the truth about Seth.”Thea looked up, her lips trembling slightly. “What truth?”Arian hesitated. He rubbed his temples, searching for the right words. “Do you remember the woman named Relief? She was tied to Seth at some point and the media thought