All Chapters of Revenge is Best Served Cold: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elena's POV The feeling of Julian's fingers around my wrist sent electricity through my entire body. I was so shocked that I froze in place and my heart was pounding as he pulled me back against his chest. His arms wrapped around me from behind, strong and warm and familiar. I could feel his breath against my neck, could feel the fast beating of his heart against my back. "Julian," I whispered, but I didn't try to pull away. He turned me around in his arms, and when I looked up at his face, I saw something I didn't expect. Not anger or hurt, but desperation. Pure, raw desperation. "Don't leave," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Please don't leave me." Before I could respond, before I could even think about what was happening, his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was desperate, hungry, like he was trying to pour all of his love and frustration and fear into that one moment. I melted against him, my hands fisted in his shirt as I kissed him back with equal passion. All

Elena's POV Julian's question hung in the air between us like a bad smell. "Are you finally going to stop monitoring Marcus, Isabella, and Sophia?" I stared at him, holding the pillow tightly against my chest and my face still burning with shame. The weight of what I almost did crashed over me again. I nearly destroyed our three-day-old marriage because I believed a stranger over my own husband. "I..." I started, then stopped. My throat felt tight with emotion. Julian waited patiently, his green eyes searching my face. He didn't push me or demand an immediate answer. He just waited. "Julian, I'm so sorry," I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks again. "I'm so ashamed of what I did tonight." "I know you are." "No, you don't understand. I was ready to leave you. I packed my bags and was going to walk out on our marriage because of what Trevor told me." I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. "We've been married for just three days, and I was ready to throw it all away." Ju

Marcus' POV The weight of our situation settled over us like a heavy blanket. We weren't just going to be released with nothing. We were going to be released as wanted people, as people everyone knew were cruel and heartless. "Maybe we could leave the city," Sophia suggested. "Go somewhere nobody knows us." "With what money?" I asked. "How are we supposed to travel with no money?" "We could hitchhike," Isabella said weakly. "And then what? Arrive in a new city with no money, no clothes, no identification? How is that better?" We fell into silence again. The more I thought about it, the more hopeless our situation seemed. But then an idea started forming in my mind. A terrible, desperate idea that made my stomach turn. But it might be our only option. Over the next few days, during our street work selling drugs, I kept noticing the newspapers and magazines that clients carried or that I glimpsed in the hands of passersby. More and more photos of Elena and her husband Ju

Marcus' POV I looked at Isabella and Sophia standing beside me on the dark street. The three of us, all that was left of our twisted family and relationship of schemes and lies. All that was left after two and a half years of hell in the hands of Victor Koslov. Isabella looked so scared and her cheekbones were sharp from malnutrition. The confident, beautiful woman who used to manipulate men and women with her smile was gone, replaced by someone who looked a lot more older than her twenty-eight years. Sophia's scar caught the dim streetlight, the permanent reminder of Victor's cruelty carved across her cheek. She kept touching it unconsciously, as if she still couldn't believe it was there. And me? I saw my reflection in a car window and barely recognized the man staring back at me. My eyes were hollow and sunken with dark patches, my cheeks were sunken as well, and my shoulders that used to be broad were now thin and weak looking. We were all broken and all scarred in more ways

Sophia's POV The searchlight moved away from our hiding spot, and I finally let myself breathe again. The police car drove off, leaving us alone in the alley with nothing but the sound of our racing hearts. "That was too close," Marcus whispered. "We can't stay here," Isabella said, struggling to stand up. "They'll definitely come back." I helped her to her feet, feeling how thin her body was under her ragged clothes. All three of us were shadows of our former selves, but the skills Victor forced us to learn were now keeping us alive. "We need to find a safer place," I said, looking around the alley for threats. Over the next three weeks from our release, we learned to work as a team in ways we never did when we were plotting against Elena. The streets taught us to watch each other's backs, to share resources and to survive by any means necessary. We began to look for other options of where to live, knowing we couldn't trust anyone in this area with our identities. "What about