Lahat ng Kabanata ng REVENGE: MY EX FAKED HIS DEATH TO BE WITH MY SISTER: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Carmen's POV I transferred the fifteen thousand dollars to Marcus like he asked. My finger hovered over the confirm button for a long moment before I finally pressed it. The money disappeared from my account instantly, just like all the other payments before it. Eighty-seven thousand dollars. No, ninety-two thousand now with this latest transfer. The number made me sick. I stared at my phone, waiting for Marcus to send a thank you message or at least acknowledge the payment. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Finally, my phone buzzed. "Got it. Thank you. The accountant will start work immediately." That was it. No gratitude, no update, no explanation. Just confirmation that he received the money. I set my phone down and tried to focus on work. But my mind kept drifting back to Marcus and his endless requests. Each time, he promised results. Each time, nothing happened. Three days passed before Marcus contacted me again. This time, it was a phone call. "Carmen, I have good news,

Sophia's POV Even though it has two bedrooms, the apartment Marcus, Isabella, and I shared was barely big enough for one person, let alone three. We were crammed together in a rundown place on the bad side of town, sharing one bathroom and a kitchen with appliances that barely worked. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. I was supposed to be living in luxury with Marcus. We were supposed to be on a beach somewhere, drinking expensive wine and forgetting about Elena and Victor and all the mess we left behind. Instead, I was broke, trapped, and watching Marcus fall apart. He sat on the couch staring at his cracked phone screen. He hadn't moved in over an hour. Just sat there, silent and defeated. Isabella paced back and forth across the small living room. "We need to do something," she said for the tenth time. "We can't just sit here and wait for everything to get worse." "What do you suggest?" I asked tiredly. "I don't know." Isabella stopped pacing. "But Carmen cut us o

Elena's POVMy phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from sleep. I reached for it groggily, squinting at the bright screen in the dark bedroom.Security Alert: Multiple failed access attempts at Parking Garage B elevator. Location: Phoenix Advisory headquarters.I sat up immediately as sleep vanished from my eyes. Julian stirred beside me but didn't wake. I slipped out of bed quietly and moved down to the living room before opening the security app on my phone.The alert showed fifteen failed pin attempts in the last twenty minutes. Someone was trying to get into my building.My phone rang. It was Robert, my head of security."Ms. Thompson, I'm sorry to wake you," Robert said when I answered. "We have a situation at the parking garage.""I just got the alert," I replied, already pulling up the live camera feeds. "What's happening?""Three individuals attempted to access the elevator from Parking Garage B. Multiple failed pin entries triggered our security protocols." Robert's voi

Elena's POV "...we wait until the apartment is empty and we're in and out as fast as possible." Sophia's voice came through my laptop speakers clearly. I sat in my home office, Robert beside me, both of us listening to the conversation happening in that rundown apartment on Fifth and Morrison. "Of course. I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I just want to take back what Elena stole from me," Marcus replied through the microphone hidden in Isabella's jacket. Robert looked at me with concern. "Ms. Thompson, they're planning to break into your home. We need to call the police right now." "Not yet," I said, rewinding the audio to listen again. "I want them caught in the act. Not planning it. Actually doing it." "That's dangerous," Robert protested. "What if something goes wrong? What if they get inside before the police arrive?" "They won't," I said confidently. "Because I'm going to make sure everything goes exactly according to my plan." "Here's what we're going to do," I explained

Elena's POVI walked into my bedroom and grabbed my tablet before I even took off my shoes. My fingers moved quickly across the screen, pulling up the security system.There. Marcus sat on the sidewalk outside my gate, his back against the brick wall. He held his phone in his hands but his eyes kept darting up to look through the gate bars at my house.Perfect.I had driven slowly on purpose, making sure the taxi could follow me easily. I took main roads with plenty of traffic lights. When I turned onto my street, I slowed down even more, giving Marcus time to see exactly which house was mine.Now he was doing exactly what I hoped he would do. Sitting outside. Watching. Planning.I settled onto my bed with the tablet, switching between different camera angles. Marcus couldn't see any of the cameras. I made sure of that when I had them installed. They were hidden in decorative fixtures, tucked behind architectural details, embedded in spots that looked like nothing more than shadows or