Todos os capítulos de MY DEAR REVENGE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“That’ll be twelve bucks.”Seraphine dug through her bag, pulled out the money, and slid it across the counter. The cashier handed her the book she had previously picked out in a brown paper bag. She checked her phone real quick—1:10pm.Nice. She wasn’t too early.She walked out of the bookstore, the sun hitting her face, and made her way down the street toward Shera Café. The glass doors slid open, and the smell of coffee, muffins, and cinnamon smacked her straight in the face. The place was cozy, sunlight spilling through big glass windows, plants hanging from every corner, and soft indie music playing in the background.Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on her. Ivy Cruz.She was sitting right by the window, sipping on some latte. She wore a beige cashmere sweater tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt, a small Gucci belt hugging her waist. Gold hoop earrings, shiny nails, hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. Rich girl vibes all the way. Ivy noticed her staring and smiled

Four days had passed and Seraphine still hadn’t gotten near the damn study. Every single time she thought it was the right time to go, something would block her. Guards everywhere, wedding plans 24/7, or Ivy throwing one of her dramatic tantrums. That night, she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling while Daniella snored softly next to her. Outside, guards were still marching around. Why so much security for a wedding? Her chest thumped. I have to try tonight. No more waiting.She waited a little longer to make sure Daniella was really asleep, then slipped out of bed. Quietly, she tiptoed across the room, opened the door slowly, and slipped into the hallway.The mansion was dark, only a few gold lights glowing near the stairs. Every step made the floor creak, and she kept praying no one would hear.She froze when she spotted two guards talking down the corridor, their flashlights flashing across the walls. Her stomach twisted. She pressed her back against a pillar, holding her brea

Seraphine sat on her bed, still holding the letter. Her eyes drifted to the little box on her table. Inside it lay the heart-shaped locket her dad had given her on her sixteenth birthday. She hadn’t worn it since he died. She picked it up slowly, turning it over in her fingers.It wasn’t just a locket. Up close, she saw the small seam running along the edge. She twisted it gently. It came apart in her hand, revealing a tiny, heart-shaped key hidden inside.“Dad…”A few minutes later, she was standing inside her father’s old bedroom in their old family house. The smell of dust and old wood hit her nose. Everything felt frozen in time. Faded wallpaper, old books, a squeaky floor. His childhood bedroom still had posters of old rock bands and a dusty shelf full of trophies. She searched behind dressers, inside drawers, under the old rug. Nothing.Then, finally, she noticed the loose wood panel at the bottom of the wardrobe. She pried it open and there it was. A small steel safe, scratched

Seraphine found her mother, Clara, standing by the kitchen table. Emilia looked very tired and the small house felt dark and cold. Seraphine walked to her, knowing this was the hardest talk she would ever have.“Mom, we have to talk. This is very important,” Seraphine said, her voice steady.Clara looked up quickly, fear in her eyes.“What is it, dear?” Seraphine held her mother’s hands. She had to tell the whole, terrible story“Mom, I've been keeping this from you. And it may be hard to believe but I assure you, it's true. The Hales. They killed Dad,” Seraphine whispered, the words like sharp little stones. Clara shook her head quickly, refusing to believe it. “What?! No! They are our good friends. That was an accident, a terrible one. The police were clear about that.”“It was not an accident. The Hales are the reason he died,” Seraphine said, her eyes burning with hate. “They blackmailed him for years and when he gathered evidence against them, they planned his accident so they co

The second Seraphine walked away from Ezra, the room changed again. The space around her was no longer quiet. She was instantly swarmed by the city’s richest and most important people.These were the same people who had avoided her for years. They were the ones who had looked away after her father died, treating her like the poor, sad charity case who lost everything.But now, she was Cassian Veyra's wife. That powerful name was like a magnet. It pulled everyone toward her. They pushed to shake her hand, look at her new, heavy silver ring, and say hello. They wanted to make sure they were friends with a Veyra. “Mrs. Veyra, the biggest congratulations! We were so surprised, but so happy!” a rich woman with a loud voice and too much jewelry called out, trying to get close.“You look wonderful, Seraphine. We must have lunch soon. Tell Cassian my husband has a deal he wants to show him,” a man whispered, trying to sound important.“You are truly amazing! Only you could get Cassian Veyra t