All Chapters of Revenge is Best Served Cold: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marcus' POV Darkness. That was all there was at first. I tried to move, tried to think, but my mind felt like it was swimming through a thick black hole.Where was I?The question floated through my thoughts as if it belonged to someone else. I should know where I was, shouldn't I? There was something important I was supposed to remember, something about...A boat! Yes, that was it. I was supposed to be on a boat with Sophia, heading to our new life together. We had planned it all so carefully. The fake death, the escape, the money waiting for us in that secret account. By now, we should have been sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean, celebrating our freedom.But this didn't feel like a boat. The surface beneath me was too hard and too cold. And where was the sound of water, the gentle rocking motion of a boat I was expecting?I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Every muscle in my body seemed to be working against me, a

Marcus' POV The hospital lights were too bright. They hurt my eyes as the doctors and orderlies wheeled me through the emergency room doors. Everything was moving too fast, and I couldn't think straight. "Get me a full blood panel," one doctor shouted. "And call cardiology. His heart rate is all over the place." "Where's Sophia?" I called out, my voice cracking. "I need to see Sophia now!" The nurses looked at each other with worried faces. One of them leaned over me. "Sir, you need to stay calm," she said in a gentle voice. "You've been through a terrible shock. There's no one here by that name. Your family will be here soon." "You don't understand!" I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it was made of lead. "Sophia works here. She's my... she's someone I know. I need to talk to her right now!" "He's getting agitated," another nurse said. "Should we sedate him?" "No!" I screamed. "Don't put me to sleep again! I need to stay awake!" But they weren't listening. They though

Marcus' POV The door to my hospital room burst open like the person coming in was very angry.Victor Kozlov stepped inside, and the temperature in the room felt as if it dropped ten degrees. His presence filled the space with a darkness that made my heart stop beating for a moment. Behind him were two men built like concrete walls, their eyes scanning the room like predators sizing up their prey."Sir, you can't…" a nurse started to say from the hallway."Out," Victor said without turning around. His voice was quiet, but it carried the kind of authority that comes from years of making people disappear.The nurse turned quickly, and I heard her sneakers squeaking down the corridor as she fled. She probably saw the gun one of Victor’s men flashed her.One of his men closed the door behind them with a soft click that sounded like the lid of a coffin closing shut.We were trapped.My heart monitor started screaming. The beeping got so fast it sounded like an alarm was going off. Cold swe

Marcus' POV I stared at my phone screen until the brightness burned my eyes. The numbers didn't change no matter how long I looked at them. Balance: $0.00 My hands were shaking as I pulled down to refresh the app. The loading symbol turned round and round for what felt like forever. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe the bank's system was down. Maybe… Balance: $0.00 "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of the machines that were still beeping. "This can't be right." I refreshed again. And again. Each time hoping to see those beautiful numbers that meant my salvation. Five point two million dollars. My escape fund. My ticket to freedom and frankly at this point, maybe life. But the screen kept showing the same devastating amount. Balance: $0.00 My heart monitor was screaming now, the beeps were coming so fast they almost blended into one continuous alarm. Sweat poured down my face despite the air conditioning in the room. "There has to be a mistake," I s

Elena’s POV I stood in the hospital corridor, my back pressed against the cool wall, watching through the open door of Marcus' room as Victor's men secured zip ties around my enemies' wrists. The plastic strips bit into their skin, leaving angry red marks that would only get worse as they struggled.Perfect.Isabella was fighting the hardest, thrashing in her chair like a wild animal despite her injured leg. Blood was now soaking through the bandage on her thigh, staining the white gauze a deep crimson shade of red."You lying bitch!" Isabella screamed, her voice carrying through the door. "I know you took the money! I know you planned all of this!"Her eyes found mine through the door and I could see the pure hatred burning there. The desperate rage of someone who had finally realized they were outplayed at every turn.I stepped closer to the door so she could see me clearly. Then I smiled.Not the sweet, innocent smile I was wearing all day. Not the confused, heartbroken widow expr