All Chapters of REVENGE AND DESIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1: Damien's P.O.V The private jet touched down at JFK Airport with a smooth glide, the hum of its powerful engines fading into the noise of the bustling runway. Inside the cabin, Damien Lancaster sat with an air of quiet dominance, fingers loosely clasped around a crystal glass of whiskey. The golden liquid barely swayed, reflecting the control he had over every aspect of his life. Every aspect,except the past. He stared outside the window, his sharp gaze locking onto the city skyline in the distance. New York. The city where he had built everything and lost it all in the span of a single night. The city where she had betrayed him. A slow, humorless smirk pulled at his lips as the memories threatened to resurface. He crushed them down like he always did. This time, he wasn’t returning as a lovesick fool. He was coming back as the man the world now feared,the ruthless billionaire who could turn dreams into nightmares with a single command. The media had been buzzing fo

CHAPTER 3: Selene stood in front of Lancaster Tower, staring up at the tower structure that stretched narrowly into the sky.The penthouse was at the very top. Her heart pounded as she stepped into the glossy marble lobby, her heels clicking on the polished floor. The receptionist, a sharp-looking woman with the air of cold professionalism, barely spared her a glance before pressing a button. "Mr. Lancaster is expecting you." The elevator beside Selene opened. Selene stepped into the private elevator, her stomach churned as the doors closed. She was walking straight into the lion’s den. When the elevator finally opened into the penthouse, the sight before her stole her breath. Glassy windows framed a breathtaking view of New York’s skyline, the city lights shining like stars. The space was luxurious, filled with glossy furniture, marble floors, and an air of untouchable wealth. And at the center of it all, a man standing by the windows with a glass of whiskey in his hand, was

CHAPTER 5: Selene scoffed and turned, walking straight into the bedroom. Damien walked briskly behind her.The bedroom was too big, too lavish and cold. Selene stood near the bed, arms crossed, as Damien leaned against the doorway, his smirk permanent. “You’re nervous,” he murmured. Selene shot him a glare. “I just want this night to be over.” Damien took slow, deliberate steps toward her, the air thick with tension. When he finally reached her, he lifted a hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Is that so?” His voice was low, but teasing. Selene refused to back down. She had seen the way he toyed with people,playing with their emotions, making them feel weak before striking.She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. “You said it yourself,” she whispered. “This marriage is nothing but a contract.” Damien hummed in amusement. His fingers traced along her jawline, sending an shiver down her spine. “And, here we are,” he said softly. “Our wedding night.” Selene clenched

CHAPTER 7 The Lancaster penthouse was wrapped in silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Selene sat alone in the reading room, curled up on a velvet armchair with an open book resting in her lap. Her eyes stared at the pages, but her mind refused to absorb the words. Images flashed through her head—Damien’s sudden kiss, the warning from the mysterious stranger, and that haunting photo he had clutched like a lifeline.She sensed his presence before she heard him. Damien stood by the doorway, quiet and unmoving, watching her with unreadable eyes."You always watch me when I’m not looking," she said without turning. "It’s creepy."Damien stepped forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored trousers. "Then stop giving me a reason to watch.""I don’t need to give you anything. Remember?" She turned a page she hadn’t read. "You already own me."He came closer, his voice calm. "That’s the thing about ownership, Selene. Sometimes it comes with responsibility."Selen

CHAPTER 9Selene couldn’t sleep that night. She lay wide awake in the unfamiliar guest bedroom of Damien’s Montreux estate, eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart still tangled in the memory of his kiss. She could still feel the warmth of his lips, the tremble in his fingers before he pulled away, and the way he had stared at her—like he couldn’t decide if he hated her or wanted her.“That meant nothing.”His words had been cold, but she wasn’t fooled. It meant something. To both of them. But it also scared him—and she knew it.The next morning, everything changed.Damien didn’t speak to her when they returned to New York. He didn’t even look her in the eyes. But the silence was worse than shouting. It was heavy, suffocating. Dangerous.He started tightening his grip. Selene wasn’t allowed to breathe unless he said so.“You’ll inform Bernard of your whereabouts at all times,” Damien said coldly one morning over breakfast, not even glancing at her.She stared at him. “You mean your personal