Lahat ng Kabanata ng REVENGE AND DESIRE: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

CHAPTER 31“A kiss.” Cherry whispered, moving closer to him.Damien didn’t look up right away. He stood by the open wardrobe, shirtless, his back turned to her. His hands clenched slightly at her words.He sighed. “Cherry... not tonight.”She walked closer, her lingerie swaying with each step. “Why not? Afraid she might hear?”“Stop,” he muttered, grabbing a plain black T-shirt and pulling it over his head.Cherry’s hand landed on his shoulder. “You weren’t saying stop the night, you begged me to help you fix that mess.”Damien turned, eyes sharp. “That night is over. You agreed it was one time, one cover-up, and we buried it.”Cherry tilted her head, lips curling. “Sure. But things have changed now. She’s ignoring you. And I’m still here.”He stared at her, unreadable.“You think she’ll forgive you if she ever finds out the truth?” Cherry whispered, stepping closer. “You think she’ll stay after what we did?”“You swore you’d never use that against me,” he growled, voice low and dange

CHAPTER 33The silence in the house was starting to scream. Selene no longer offered Damien a glance. She didn’t sit in the living room or greet him when he returned from work. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps soft, her presence muted. Even when they passed each other in the hallway, she kept her head low, clutching the book she didn’t seem to read anymore. Damien felt it. The wedge between them was no longer just emotional. It had become physical.And it was driving him mad.He knocked on her bedroom door one morning, holding a tray of breakfast. A croissant, fresh orange juice, and the tea she used to love. "Selene? I... made you something."No response.He stood there for a few more seconds before placing the tray gently on the floor. His shoulders slumped as he walked away.Cherry had been watching from the corner of the hallway. She leaned against the wall with a falsely empathetic smile. "She didn’t eat the one you made yesterday either, right?"Damien sighed. "She’s ups

CHAPTER 35 Damien woke up with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in his mouth. The sheets around him felt unfamiliar—silky and overly perfumed. A quick glance to his left told him everything.Cherry was still asleep, or at least pretending to be. One of her legs draped possessively over his.He sat up slowly, the ache behind his eyes intensifying as fragments of the night before returned with cruel clarity: the alcohol, the confusion, the lips he thought belonged to Selene. Shame washed over him like ice water."Good morning, love," Cherry whispered, blinking her eyes open dramatically.Damien jerked away from her touch, swinging his legs off the bed. "Don’t call me that."Cherry giggled, stretching like a cat. "Don’t be shy now. Last night was... special. Don’t tell me you forgot already?""Last night was a mistake," he snapped, shoving his hands through his hair."Was it? Because you sure didn’t treat it like one."Damien turned to glare at her. "I was drunk. I thought you we

CHAPTER 37Selene didn’t sleep.The night crept by like a shadow with teeth, dragging with it every memory, every betrayal, every lie whispered beneath half-truths and practiced smiles.She sat by the window in her room, moonlight catching the sharp edge of her jaw, the USB stick resting in her palm like a loaded weapon.Downstairs, the mansion was quiet. Too quiet.Damien hadn’t tried to speak to her again. Good.Cherry hadn’t dared knock. Even better.But Selene knew silence didn’t mean surrender. It meant planning. And she was done playing nice.At exactly 4:17 AM, she rose from the chair and crossed the room to her desk. She grabbed her laptop, plugged in the USB, and watched the loading bar stretch across the screen like a slow exhale.Then a folder appeared."REVELATIONS"Selene clicked it open.Dozens of video files.She clicked on the first one.Cherry. Alone in her room, pacing in front of a mirror. The angle was odd, almost like someone had hidden a camera in the bookshelf.

CHAPTER 39 It was late morning already, and the streets buzzed with lazy Sunday energy. Jeremy and Natasha stepped into a small café tucked between a bookstore and a florist.“So,” Jeremy said, holding the door open with a crooked grin, “I take it you don’t usually go for coffee with guys you almost punch in the face?”Natasha rolled her eyes as she stepped in. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is a peace offering.”“Peace?” He raised a brow. “You wear peace like armor.”“I don’t wear anything for anyone.”He smiled. “That... I believe.”The café smelled like vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee beans slightly past their prime. Natasha ordered a black espresso. Jeremy got something foamy and ridiculous.“I’m not judging,” she said, sipping hers. “But I kind of am.”“That’s okay,” he shrugged, taking a long, obnoxious sip, “I like sweet things.”She arched her brow. “So you’re one of those.”“The emotionally available type?”“No. The type who talks in quotes and uses bad coffee as personality.”