All Chapters of Vengeance Brought Me To His Bed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adele’s POV“Please…I'm begging you. Just the left overs. I'll take anything,” I said in a trembling voice to the restaurant's owner.“Get lost, you filthy beggar!” He snarled. “I'm not running a damn charity!” mmHe shoved me out, my body crashed through the door, and straight into someone just about to enter.I fell down on my butt, pain shooting through my body.I hissed in pain, and tried to push myself up to apologize.“I'm so sorr–” I froze, my breath caught in my throat.I blinked a few times, and shook my head. I must be seeing things. Not eating for the past two days must have messed with my mind, because tell me why am I seeing my dead husband standing right in front of me?He died. Six months ago, of a heart attack.I mourned him…no shit. I'm still mourning him, as this life has been nothing but empty without him.I've been nothing but a shell of myself, and now…No. I shook my head again, refusing to accept that my husband was alive and well.“Eric?” I said in disbelief

Adele's POV “What?!” Nessa exclaimed, and I had to bit down on my lips to stop the smirk curling at the corners of my lips. “Adele, what do you think you're doing?” She sneered, and tried grabbing my phone, but I sidestepped just in time, and kept on relaying information to the donor organization. “Eric wouldn't want that!”“Excuse me?” I arched a brow at her. “Who do you think you are to tell me what my husband wants, and doesn't?”“I–ermm–,” she cleared her throat awkwardly, as she was drawing attention to herself. “Eric– Dr. Pearson wouldn't have wanted to donate his organs–”“You don't know my husband more than I, Nessa. I suggest you stay out of this,” I said harshly without mincing words.Nessa gulped, and took a step back slightly, but I could tell she had more to say but decided against it last minute.But hey, having her run her mouth would be to my advantage because she might end up slipping up about their affair.But what I had in store for them was more important than an

Adele's POV “No!” Melissa rasped with her eyes wide open as she stared at the furnace with Eric in it going up in flames. “No, no, no, no…” she kept on mumbling under her breath as her knees buckled and she crumpled to the floor.Clara on the other hand was screaming for help like a lunatic.“Somebody please turn it off!” Clara sobbed uncontrollably, as she kept on turning the switch on and off uncontrollably.“Ladies please, keep it down,” the crematorium operator whom I had bribed said as he walked in. “We can't have you guys disturbing-”Clara grabbed him by his shirt before he could finish.“Please, turn it off,” she hauled his towards the switch.“Ma’am there's nothing that can be done when the cremation is in process,” the operator said. “It would turn off on its own once the body is burnt completely.”“No!” Clara screamed, clutching onto the operator for dear life. “Y-you d-don’t understand,” she stuttered in tears. “Eric's not supposed to be in there, he's–” another sob broke

Adele’s POV  “Please go on,” Clara urged. Bam! The chapel door burst opened, and five scary looking men sauntered in in well tailored suits, and a deadly glint in their eyes. Perfect timing.  The guests all began to panic as the men had their guns on full display. “You guys can't be here,” Clara rushed forward.  She's got balls. “I can go wherever the hell I want lady,” their leader sneered, his eyes scanning the room, and the moment they landed on me a cold shiver ran down my spine. I shouldn't be scared because I was the one who sent them a text about Eric's death, and the address of the funeral home. But being face to face with the man who led his man to continuously harass and beat me up, breaking my legs, and scarring my face, wasn't so

ADELE'S POVI held firmly unto the gun like my life depended on it, my life actually did depend on it!“Let go of the gun!” I heard the voice of the supposed Joe as he roared angrily at me. I had managed to pull out a gun from his colleague's pocket who was holding me. It was a quick decision, as his attention was somewhere else for a split second, and his grip on me loosened. I twisted my arm, grabbed his gun, hit him square in the face with it, before shooting at their boss who was acting like my life was some chess game.He can't just tear up my divorce papers and think that automatically still makes me Eric's wife–sure, in the eyes of the law, but no one seemed my permission before coming up with terms that involved me being collateral damage.The mafia leader paused at the door and turned slightly, giving me half a view of his face before turning away. For a second my eyes caught a glimpse of what looked like a smirk on his face, he certainly was enjoying this.“Stay back!” I war