All Chapters of Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CINDY’S POV “Sister!” he screamed. “You finally called after all these months,” Alaric’s voice came through the line, breathless with surprise. “The last time I called you, you scolded me. You told me never to call you unless you called first. I’ve been waiting for your call all this while. Have you finally decided to leave that dog?” I swallowed hard, closing my eyes as the sound of his voice pulled something tight in my chest. Dad and Alaric had always warned me about people like the Callahans. And I still chose them. I even went as far as convincing Dad to anonymously invest in their family business. I begged him to help them grow. I thought they were kind people back then. I thought they deserved it. I couldn’t believe I’d been the reason the Callahans climbed their way into the top ten companies in Texas. And they had no idea it was all me. All these years, they thought it was by their own merit, by their so-called business genius. They didn’t know that the day Gregory

CINDY’S POV A week ago, I left Texas in a wheelchair. Today, I walked back in on my own two feet. The surgery wasn’t even the hardest part. That was done in a few hours, under the hands of the best surgeons in the world. The real hell started afterward, learning how to stand again, how to take one step without wobbling or collapsing. There were days I thought I’d never walk again, days I wanted to scream and rip out the IVs, but Ric was there, every single day. He pushed me, held me up, told me to try again, again, again until I could finally stand without help. Until I could take steps across the cold hospital floor, holding my head up, not looking back. And now, I could even walk in heels. When I caught a glimpse of myself in the hotel mirror, it was like looking at someone else entirely. My makeup was flawless, the dark liner making my blue eyes sharper, my lips glossed and shiny. The sleek black dress hugged my waist and hips, the silver necklace at my throat g

~ CINDY’S POV~ Henry’s voice was so loud and hysterical, I could swear the neighbors down the street felt the tremor rattle their walls. I laughed. Laughed like the devil herself had taken over my soul. “Funny,” I said. “That’s exactly what I was about to ask you.” Henry blinked, stunned for a moment like he hadn’t expected me to throw it back in his face. “I didn’t cheat! Monica and I—” “Monica and you are a joke,” I cut in, voice sharp. “You brought another woman into our marital home and called her your ‘real love.’ So don’t you dare… preach to me about cheating.” “That’s different! Do you know how hard it is to be married to someone who’s crippled? It’s—” “Oh, so now you’re the victim?” I laughed softly, not missing the way Vivian narrowed her eyes behind him. “Don’t twist this!” Henry barked. He stepped forward, wild-eyed. “You’re doing this because of that clause. Because my father made it so I can’t divorce you. You’re trying to punish me—” “Oh, ple

~CINDY’S POV~I tugged the duvet tighter, trapping what little warmth I could as the freezing sting of the AC crawled over my skin.A low groan escaped me, my senses dragging themselves back from what was possibly the best sleep I’d had in three years.Nothing—and I mean nothing—beat the luxury of stretching out my legs without waking up cramped.My knees still throbbed faintly, which was expected considering I was still recovering… and that I’d been reckless enough to force myself into four-inch heels yesterday just to make the baddest entrance of my life.Worth it.Nailed it.I rolled over on the couch—thanks to ‘damn him’—and my cheeks heated instantly at the memory of his bratty smirks… and that kiss.Not again, Cindy.I yanked the duvet over my head and kicked my legs out across the cushions.Except… wait.This wasn’t the couch.The surface beneath me was too soft.I ripped the duvet down and blinked into the bright morning light, only to see him lounging on the couch instead.On

~Damian’s POV~I tore through the streets of Texas City, hands clamped around the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ached. My jaw locked. My throat too.Her voice would not stop replaying in my head.You are just a small-minded man with deep mommy issues, hiding your trauma behind a cheap mask of mischief and stupidity.The hit landed every single time.Am I really all that?My throat felt tight, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter.The last woman who made me feel this small was her. It has always been her. Every other woman treats me like royalty, but Cindy? She stomps on my ego, grinds it into the floor, and still somehow makes me crawl back for more.Why am I still this obsessed with her?She has made it crystal clear she does not feel a damn thing for me and probably never will, but here I am, still hoping like the idiot I am that she might be mine someday.One call from Ric and every ounce of my self-respect went out the window. In the blink of an eye, I am already playing