All Chapters of Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DAMIAN’S POVThe room went dead quiet.“Full veto?” My voice cracked as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.“Yes, darling. Let me read it out loud and clear for you,” she smirked, grabbing her phone from the table.She swiped fast, then cleared her throat loudly as she began:“Notwithstanding any other provision of this Agreement or the Articles of Association, Evelyn Moore (or any person she appoints in writing) shall have the irrevocable right to block, delay, or veto any of the following decisions if, in her sole determination, the decision would materially damage the long-term interests of the Thorne family:• any merger, acquisition, or sale of assets exceeding 8% of the company’s value• any change in CEO or Chairman• any dividend or capital distribution above £15 million in a single fiscal year• any debt raise or equity issuance that would dilute existing shareholders by more than 5%• any transaction involving a related party valued over £5 million.”My heart slammed a

CINDY’S POVAlaric and I noticed the incoming storm, and we both knew: it’s time to disappear. Fast.We slipped out the side door like we were escaping a crime scene.The second the warm morning sun hit my face, I felt it: that thick, syrupy tension between Alaric and Vicky.She was leaning against the hood of his G-Wagon, arms crossed under her chest, head tilted just enough to let her hair spill over one shoulder.Ric stood way too close, one hand braced on the car beside her head, the other lazily twirling a strand of her hair around his finger like he’d done it a thousand times instead of, you know, twelve hours.Jesus. Twelve hours and the man’s already gone.Alaric caught me staring and didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed.“Gorgeous day, innit? Proper Sunday vibes. Beach? Random drive? I’m game for whatever.”Vicky’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Beach sounds lush, babe.”Babe?She called him babe.I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t squeal like a teenager.Instead, I co

DAMIAN’S POVHe didn’t answer right away. I could almost feel him listening, the way my breathing hitched and stuttered.“You okay, son?”The second I heard that voice (the same voice that used to read me bedtime stories before everything went cold), something inside me snapped.I burst into fresh tears, ugly and loud, the kind that scrape your throat raw.“No, Dad… I’m not. I’m not okay, nah.” My words came out slurred, thick with vodka and pain. “Dad, I need yuh…”“What’s going on? Talk to me.”I swallowed, but the lump wouldn’t go down.“I know it’s been long I called you… I know we not tight like that anymore, not since Mom left and you kinda shut down on us… but you still my father, and right now you the only one I got left who might understand this woman.”He went quiet, but it wasn’t the cold kind of quiet I grew up with. This one felt like he was actually listening.“Talk to me, Damian.”“It’s Evelyn,” I rasped.“Evelyn???” His voice sharpened like a blade.“Yeah… I don’t even

Cindy’s POV The beach day had been perfect, the kind of perfect I didn’t know I’d been starving for.Alaric’s deep, rumbling laughter filled the air, reminding me of when he was twelve and playing catch with Dad in the garden.Vicky, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop shrieking every time the waves chased her.I felt light, sun-kissed, and whole.By the time the sky turned peach and violet, I was already aching to get back to Damian.I’d been texting him silly little things all day (pictures of my sandy feet, a heart drawn in the wet sand, a voice note of me saying “wish you were here, baby”), and he hadn’t answered a single one.At first I thought he was sleeping, then working, then maybe his phone had died. But by 7 p.m., worry had started crawling under my skin like ants.We stopped for takeout (jerk chicken and festivals that smelled like heaven), and I barely tasted mine. I just kept checking my phone.We drove back home, and the second Alaric rolled the G-Wagon into the driveway,

CINDY’S POVVicky squeezed me one last time, then sat back a little, eyes soft but serious.“He a good man, Cindy. A real good man. Don’t lose him over one mistake. Remember how many ‘one mistakes’ you gave Henry that didn’t even deserve a single sorry?”I pulled away like she had slapped me.“One mistake? Vicky, did you just call that one mistake?”My voice cracked so hard it hurt.“That was exactly how Henry started! ‘Just one mistake, baby.’ ‘I was drunk, baby.’ ‘She didn’t mean anything, baby.’ I forgave and forgave until I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. I’m not doing that dance again. Damian should’ve been able to control himself. Drunk or not, he’s a grown-ass man.”Vicky winced, but she didn’t back down.“Maybe he shoulda… I ain’t arguing that. I’m just saying my piece, that’s all. But whatever you decide, Cin, I got your back 1000%. If you say you never wanna speak to him again, I will personally change your number, block him on everything, and help you burn every