All Chapters of Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

They drove back home in silence, the car heavy with unspoken thoughts. The soft hum of the engine was the only sound filling the night. Adam’s hands gripped the steering tightly, his mind far from the road, while Barbra sat beside him, glancing at him from time to time, unsure of what to say.When they arrived, Evelyn was still in the living room. She looked up from the couch the moment they entered, sensing from their faces that something serious had happened.“What is it?” she asked immediately, standing up. “What’s wrong?”Barbra dropped her handbag on the table and sighed. “We went to SkyRock Hotel,” she began. “There’s no record of Celine Wright there. Nothing at all. It’s like she never existed.”Evelyn froze. For the first time in a long while, Adam saw a genuine flash of shock in her eyes. She stared at Barbra, then at her son.“What do you mean, no record?” she asked slowly.Adam, pacing now, replied in a tense voice, “Exactly that, Mum. We checked everything. Even the mana

The evening came slow and quiet, the kind of evening where the air itself carried tension. In the Brooks mansion, Barbra sat with Evelyn in the living room, her heart beating faster than usual. She had been waiting for the right time to speak, but even now, the words were still stuck somewhere in her throat. Evelyn, seated opposite her, was sipping tea and watching the evening news, her mind still on the previous day’s meeting.“I must say, you handled that business meeting very well,” Evelyn finally said, smiling faintly. “You have my gratitude, dear. You and Adam made a very good impression.”“Thank you, Mrs. Brooks,” Barbra replied softly, trying to calm her trembling fingers.Evelyn looked at her again, noticing how restless she was. “You seem uneasy. Is there something wrong?”Barbra’s eyes shifted down to her fingernails as she scratched them gently against her palm. She swallowed hard. “There is something I want to tell you, Mrs. Brooks,” she said quietly.Evelyn placed her

The morning sun filtered gently through the large glass windows of the Brooks mansion, casting thin rays on the shiny marble floor. The house was unusually quiet, except for the faint ticking of the clock that echoed across the vast living room.Adam walked down the staircase, adjusting his tie as he descended. He was already dressed for work.His briefcase hung in his left hand, and his expression was calm but cold. He was hoping to slip out quietly and avoid another awkward encounter with his mother or Barbra. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.The moment he reached the bottom step, his eyes met with Evelyn and Barbra, both seated in the living room, facing the direction of the stairs as though they had been waiting for him.He stopped. His chest tightened. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his tone dry. His eyes went straight to Barbra, who avoided his gaze. “And you,” he added sharply, “what are you still doing here?”Evelyn shifted slightly in her seat, crossing one leg ove

The afternoon sun filtered through the glass walls of Adam’s office, casting faint stripes of light across the polished table. He had just ended a tense call with a business partner when the office telephone rang again. He sighed deeply, rubbed his forehead, and picked up the receiver.“Hello, this is Dr. Henry Allen,” came the familiar calm voice from the other end.Adam’s body tensed. “Doctor… the result?” he asked, his tone careful.“Yes,” Dr. Allen replied. “The result is ready. But I’ll need you to come for it in person. It’s against protocol to discuss such sensitive information over the phone.”Adam leaned back in his chair, gripping the receiver tighter. “Doctor, just tell me. Please. Who’s the father?”“I’m sorry, Mr. Brooks,” the doctor interrupted softly. “You’ll have to stop by my office after work.”Then the line went dead.Adam dropped the receiver slowly, his heart pounding. His hands trembled slightly as he sat back, staring blankly at the phone. The silence in the o

"I'm so happy for you, Barbra!" came the sing-song voice of Sherry, Barbra’s friend and colleague at work. She wrapped her arms around Barbra, laughing with excitement. “Congratulations, my darling!”Barbra smiled faintly, hugging her back. “Thank you, Sherry.”The hall was already glowing with golden lights and glittering chandeliers. It was one of those grand evenings where every scent in the air smelled of money, class, and power. The guests were dressed in designer suits and glistening gowns. The air hummed with laughter, murmurs, and the faint clinking of wine glasses.She looked around the crowded hall, her eyes searching restlessly. She saw familiar faces; powerful businessmen, politicians, celebrities, and family friends. But Adam was nowhere in sight.Her father, Mr. Denmark Scott, sat at the front corner table, surrounded by his circle of friends, laughing heartily over a bottle of vintage wine. His joy was loud and contagious. Near him, Evelyn Brooks sat gracefully amo