All Chapters of The Phoenix's Rebirth and Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning sunlight streamed through the blinds as Rafael adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. His movements were methodical, but his thoughts weren’t. He had hardly had enough sleep.Natalie.He couldn’t shake the image of her from last night—how easily she took control of the chaos, how her words wrapped around every problem like a noose, tightening until there was no escape but her solution. She had a presence, an aura he couldn’t define. Dangerous. Compelling. Addictive. Her aura did not fail to remind him of someone from his past. No matter how hard he tried to not relate her to Alina. Even though their appearance differed, the similarities were just too much to be ignored.He exhaled, pushing the thought aside as he slipped on his watch and grabbed his keys. Isabella was still asleep—or pretending to be. Either way, it was to his benefit because he couldn't stand driving to work together with her.By mid-morning, Rafael was already in his office, deep in conversation with Matte

The soft rustle of papers was the only sound in Natalie’s home office, a space as refined and calculated as the woman who occupied it. Warm light filtered through the towering floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the city, casting golden lines across the sleek marble floors.Natalie sat behind her desk, eyes scanning the pages of a confidential report with clinical precision. Occasionally, she rose, her silk robe whispering against her skin as she moved toward the glass. She gazed upward, her eyes following the clean lines of the ceiling above, as though searching for clarity in the stillness.Gee eyes scanned the quiet city beneath her, the city that had only the brightness from the neon lights to illuminate it.She paced the office some more before she returned to her desk just as the door creaked open.Emma stepped in, her heels quiet against the floor, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a slim black file in the other. Natalie smiled softly, wondering if Emma had to look pr

The sleek black car rolled into the De Luca estate, its engine purring to a stop in the grand driveway. Before the dust could settle, Natalie’s driver was at her door, pulling it open with precision.She stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the stone path as she looked around. The estate always felt distant—more Lorenzo’s domain than hers—but today was different. Today marked another milestone in her grand design. And that called for celebration. She couldn't help but wonder how it had been with the new Natalie, did she like coming to the estate? Which looked like something that was stolen from an aged museum.As she walked through the arched entrance and into the resting area, the scent of aged wine and polished oak filled her senses. Lorenzo was already there, reclining comfortably with a glass of red wine in hand, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular.When he saw her, a grin touched his lips."Hello, brother." The word rolled out of her lips as she drew out a seat to j

Rafael cast Isabella a sharp, irritated glance—one that needed no words. Isabella clenched her jaw, turned without another word, and stalked off down the hallway. She did not fail to reflect the storm going on in her insides on the sound of her heels clicking hard on the tiled floor.Left in the thick silence, Rafael turned back to Natalie, who was smiling at him with a calm, confident glint in her eyes. That smile—so steady, so unshaken—unnerved him a little. Still, he drew in a breath, leaning into it.'She is not Alina.' He reminded himself once more.“I can fix this,” she said softly, her voice like silk over steel. She has reassured him of this several times, but she still felt like he needed it, the look on his face said so.He gave a quiet nod. “Thank you,” he murmured, meaning it more than he cared to admit."You are welcome." Natalie said, her smile widening. Of course, he should thank her, she was his saviour. She would save him, lift him from the pit, only to hold him up an

Isabella stormed into the house like a hurricane. The domestic workers who approached to collect her bag quickly stepped back as she barked at them without so much as a glance. Her heels echoed sharply through the hallway as she made her way to her room and slammed the door behind her.She paced restlessly, fingers trembling with rage. Every nerve in her body burned with the image of Natalie’s smug, triumphant face.The embarrassing event of the board meeting replayed over and over in her head, every single minute of it, every single second, every word resounded in her head, every disappointing glance Rafael threw her way, every word of doubt on her competence that left the lips of the board members—everything! As they had happened in the board meeting today.“That witch,” Isabella spat, clenching her fists.Every of her move against her was careful calculated and orchestrated, starting from Lorenzo's birthday party, and now.Her voice shook with fury as she cursed Natalie, pacing fas