All Chapters of Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Celine walked out of the hotel lobby with her pulse still burning hot beneath her skin. The confrontation with Evelyn replayed in her mind in sharp waves, every insult, every denial, every flicker of guilt Evelyn tried to bury behind arrogance. For years she had trained herself not to feel anything where the Brooks family was concerned, but today… today something had stirred. Something fierce. Something raw.The moment she stepped into the back seat of the car, the tension followed her inside like a dense cloud. Carter and Collins, silent pillars of intimidation and loyalty, took their places at her sides. The doors closed, muffling the hotel noise.There was silence.Carter exchanged a quick glance with Collins. Collins, the older of the two, cleared his throat gently.“Ma’am,” he said in a calm, deep tone. “Whatever happened back there… it is not worth your blood pressure. And if anyone tries to disrespect you again, just say the word. We’ll take care of it.”Celine immediately l

The Brooks mansion, once a place filled with noise, staff movement, polished floors, and the scent of expensive housekeeping products, now felt hollow. Almost abandoned. The silence inside was so heavy that even the softest footsteps echoed through the halls that used to bustle with employees. Every corner reflected their financial reality—dark, shrinking, and suffocating.Adam sat stiffly in the living room, his head buried in both hands, frustration twisting the muscles in his neck. He hadn't slept properly in days. His hair looked unkempt, his shirt half-buttoned, and the shadows under his eyes told a story of a man slowly losing everything he once believed he had under control.Evelyn sat on the opposite couch, her arms folded across her chest, her expression sharp with bitterness. The curtains behind her were only half-drawn, allowing a slant of afternoon light into the room, but not enough to brighten the tension hanging between all three of them.Most of their staff— house

Adam stormed into the house with a kind of restless anger that refused to sit quietly inside him. Every step he took felt rushed, sharp, unsettled. His mind had been spinning since the moment he left the mall, and even stepping into his own living room brought him no comfort. He tried to catch his breath, but the image of Celine, confident, empowered, guarded by two heavily built men, followed him like a haunting shadow.He tossed his keys onto the table with a loud clatter. Barbra looked up from the couch with a startled expression, while Evelyn, who was seated beside her with a cup of tea, gave him one brief glance before turning her attention back to the news playing on the television.He barely had the chance to sit when the news anchor’s voice rose sharply, announcing breaking news about O’Neil Corporation’s expansion into New York. Adam’s stomach tightened. The screen shifted to a massive skyscraper under construction, steel framework glinting under the sun, workers moving l

Alex’s breath grew harsher as the final words of the will echoed in his ears. The room seemed to shrink around him, the walls pressing closer, mocking him. His hands trembled, not with fear but with a rage that had been building for weeks. And then something inside him snapped.Before anyone could react, Alex slapped the stack of will papers out of Barrister Walters’ hands. The documents scattered across the marble floor like leaves tossed into a violent wind. The sharp sound jolted Melissa, and even Celine’s heartbeat kicked up.Barrister Walters stared at the mess in shock, frozen for only a moment before Alex grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him half out of his seat.“Alex!” Melissa gasped.Celine rose immediately, her voice cutting through the chaos. “STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW!”Her tone carried a force that tore through the tension like a whip. Alex turned to her sharply. And then, unexpectedly, he laughed. A sad, broken, almost mocking laughter.“Why should I stop?” he as

The flashing hospital lights and the sharp smell of antiseptic did nothing to calm the storm raging inside Celine. The moment she arrived, she moved with a frantic, restless energy, her steps quick, her breaths uneven. She paced the hallway outside Carter’s room, unable to sit, unable to swallow the fear sitting heavy in her chest.Collins stood close, eyes sharp, shoulders tense, his entire posture coiled like a spring ready to strike. Emilia sat on one of the plastic chairs in the corridor, hands trembling around a cup of untouched water. Her eyes were red, her breathing shallow. The shock of the shooting held her in a silent daze.Every second stretched painfully.Every sound felt amplified, the distant beeping of machines, the squeak of nurses’ shoes, the murmur of doctors discussing patients. Celine gripped her own arms, trying to stay composed, but the memory of Carter’s blood soaking her hands kept replaying with brutal clarity.When the doctor finally emerged from the roo