All Chapters of Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Martins staggered back, clutching his cheek, fury burning through the humiliation in his eyes. “You dare slap me?” he spat, stepping forward like he wanted to prove he still had control.I didn’t move away. My fingers found the knife lying on the counter, and before I could think twice, I gripped it tightly, raising it between us. My hand didn’t tremble. My voice was cold, firm, the kind of calm that frightens men like him.“Take one more step,” I said, my gaze locked on him, “and I swear, I will make you pay.”For a moment, silence swallowed the kitchen. His nostrils flared; anger twitched in his jaw, but I didn’t blink. I didn’t flinch. I stood tall, every breath steady even though my heart was pounding against my ribs. He muttered something ugly under his breath, trying to look brave, but my unshaken stance forced him back. When his eyes dropped to the knife still glinting in my hand, I saw fear flicker across his face.He backed off.I stood there, still gripping the knife, wat

Adam sat alone in the dimly lit executive lounge, his tall glass of whiskey gleaming faintly under the amber light. A full bottle rested on the polished table before him, half-empty from his restless pouring. The air was thick with the scent of liquor and cigar smoke, yet nothing dulled the storm inside him. He swirled the drink slowly, staring blankly at the amber liquid as though searching for answers in its reflection.His mind wandered back to his last conversation with Mr. Denmark Scott — Barbra’s father. The man’s words had been calm, measured, but they had sliced through his pride like blades. “When you marry my daughter, you’ll have what you’ve always wanted. Until then, don’t come asking me for favors.” The memory replayed vividly, and Adam’s jaw clenched. He downed the whiskey in one rough gulp, the burn spreading down his throat but failing to ease the ache in his chest.Then came the thought he dreaded most — Celine. Her name echoed in his head like a curse he couldn’t

The mansion turned into chaos the moment the ambulance arrived. Sirens tore through the air, bouncing off the high walls as paramedics rushed in through the wide-open doors. Two of them wheeled in a stretcher while another carried medical equipment. Alex’s grandmother lay pale and motionless on the floor, her breath shallow and uneven.“Please, careful!” Alex shouted, his voice trembling as the medics lifted her onto the stretcher. Melissa clung to her grandmother’s hand, tears streaming down her face. “She’s not breathing properly, please do something!” she cried.Within minutes, they wheeled her out of the house. Alex and Melissa followed closely, their faces drawn and pale. “We’re taking her to St. John’s Medical,” one of the medics announced. Alex nodded quickly and helped Melissa into the back of the ambulance before climbing in after her.Celine tried to follow them, panic flooding her veins. But just as she reached the door, Melissa turned sharply, her face twisted with fur

The tension in the air was thick, suffocating. For seven days straight, Brooks Enterprises had been bleeding money, its market shares plummeting without restraint. Every media outlet was running a different headline — “Brooks Enterprises Faces Major Collapse”, “Adam Brooks Losing Grip on His Empire”. The pressure was crushing.This morning, Adam sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, his jaw tight, his face pale from sleepless nights. Thirteen senior executives filled the seats before him — men and women who once prided themselves as the brains behind the company’s success, but now sat looking defeated, their pens motionless, their expressions hollow.He cleared his throat, his voice rough. “Gentlemen and ladies, we are in crisis. Our stocks have dropped again today, and the press is already predicting bankruptcy. So tell me, who among you has a solution?”Silence. Not even a whisper. Eyes stayed glued to the table, pens twisted between fingers, but no one dared to

“Uh… less I forget,” Alex said, breaking the silence as Celine made her way toward the door, “one of our branch managers will be coming to pick you up later in the day to show you around the company and put you through some details of your job.”Celine nodded politely. “Alright. Thank you, Alex.”He smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair. “His name is Ferdinand Magellan,” he added, scrolling through some files on his desk.Celine smiled back, murmured a polite “Okay,” and turned to leave. She was halfway out of the door when the large TV screen fixed on the wall suddenly flickered to life. The channel was already tuned to a business news broadcast, but at first, she didn’t pay attention.She took a few steps forward before the words from the newscaster pierced through her calm.“…and finally, the highly anticipated wedding between Mr. Adam Brooks, CEO of Brooks Enterprises, and Miss Barbra Scott, daughter of the renowned business magnate Mr. Denmark Scott, is set to hold on the tw