All Chapters of Revenge is Best Served Cold: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's POV I woke up with a jump, my heart beating like a drum inside my chest. What immediately came to my attention was the fact that I did not smell like the streets. The second thing was the constant sound of beeping of machines nearby. I was at a hospital, yet I was not there as a patient. The rays of the sun were coming through the perfectly clean windows, and I stared at my hands. My hands were soft and clean. Not the broken, dirty things they had been reduced to in their two years of hell. “Mrs. Martinez?” I was called back to reality by a voice I knew well. “Are you okay? Did you hear anything I said?” I slowly turned my head, and there he was. Dr. James Parker, right by my side with that same sympathetic look I knew so well. It was the same deep worry in his forehead, the same cool bedside manner with which that life-shattering news had been given to me. Or what I supposed had been the worst news of my life. Dr. Parker went on, with his voice thick with false sympathy

Elena's POV We were silent for some moments. I saw Isabella taking bigger and bigger sips of her coffee. Sophia was playing with a muffin she had bought, obviously too nervous to eat it. And I was planning my next step. “Well...you know what?” I began, “I believe I’m ready to go back. I would like to start the cremation process." “You are sure?" Sophia asked. “Perhaps we had better wait a little. Allow you more time to properly think about it." I guessed she knew the coffee was drugged and the more time she was asking for was for the effects to kick in. “No,” I answered. I have done enough thinking. I know what I want." Isabella began to answer, but paused in mid-sentence. Her hand went to her forehead and she blinked very fast. "I... I feel weird." “What do you mean, weird how?" I asked, pretending to be concerned. “Dizzy,” murmured Isabella, rocking in her chair. “Pretty dizzy." “You should drink some water,” Sophia said, but I could see the fear beginning to show in her e

Isabella's POV I couldn't sleep all through the night and I kept tossing and turning on my bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elena's face at the crematorium and I heard my own voice stupidly blurting out that she was trying to burn Marcus alive. What the hell was wrong with me? I almost blew everything because I panicked like some amateur. According to our plans, Marcus was supposed to be cremated and gone by now. Instead, he was lying in some morgue freezer while Elena planned a whole funeral. The longer his body stayed around, the more chances there were for something to go wrong. What if someone noticed he was still breathing? What if that drug wore off at the wrong time? “I need to keep an eye on Elena, make sure she doesn't make any more rash decisions.” I said to myself. The woman was clearly unstable with grief, and unstable people made unpredictable decisions. I grabbed my purse and car keys as soon as it was daylight enough to go out and headed straight for Elena

Sophia's POV I could barely focus on my work for the rest of the morning. Isabella's voice on the phone sounded very urgent, and that wasn't like her at all. If something had rattled her enough to sound that desperate, it had to be important. I grabbed my bag and keys and headed out of the office. After all, by now, I was supposed to be on a boat with Marcus heading to some remote island where we planned to stay until the heat died down. But instead, he was lying in a morgue while Elena planned his funeral. The whole thing made me nervous. Too many moving parts of the plan and too many chances for something to go wrong. But Marcus had assured me it would work, and so far, I think it was. Elena had bought the whole act completely and she still believed he was dead. The drive to Isabella's apartment usually took thirty minutes, but I made it in twenty by ignoring a few speed limits and running a couple of yellow lights. I had been to her place dozens of times over the past few mon

Elena's POV I stared at the pregnancy test results in my hands as my heart was pounding. Not with shock or devastation like Sophia and Isabella thought, but with pure satisfaction. Everything was going exactly as I had planned. These two idiots were walking straight into my trap, and they had no idea what was coming for them.Of course, I already knew about Marcus and Sophia's affair. In my previous life, I discovered it the hard way, right before Marcus made sure my life ended in pure misery. The betrayal had destroyed me then, but now it was just another weapon I'll make sure to use very well.I allowed myself to shed some tears so that they could see my pain. "Sophia," I whispered, my voice breaking perfectly, "how could you do this to me? I trusted you. I helped you get your job with Marcus. You're my step-sister, my family."Sophia's expression didn't change. If anything, she looked annoyed that I was making this about me. "Elena, this isn't about you," she said coldly. "This is