All Chapters of Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Celine froze in her steps, unable to believe what she was seeing. The man standing before her — Mr. Ferdinand Magellan was the same hotel manager who had ordered the guards to throw her out that night. The night her whole life had crumbled. The night she had bled, humiliated, abandoned.Her breath hitched as memories came rushing back: the cold rain, the jeering staff, the disgust on his face as he told the guards, “Take this woman out before she contaminates the hotel air.” And now here he was, standing in front of her as her assigned company guide.Ferdinand’s expression shifted from surprise to shock, then to disbelief. “No,” he muttered under his breath, his lips twitching. “Impossible.”He quickly turned, entered his car again, and reached for his phone with trembling hands. Within seconds, he was on a call.“Sir Alex,” he said hastily, his voice slightly trembling. “Please, I just arrived to pick the new Media Manager, and I need to confirm something. Is the woman’s name Celin

The room was silent for several long seconds after Adam’s outburst. His words, raw and trembling, hung in the air like smoke no one dared to breathe in. Eyes darted from him to Celine and back again. Even the hum of the air conditioner seemed to fade under the weight of tension.One of the senior executives, Mr. Raymond Firth, finally broke the silence. “Excuse me, Mr. Brooks,” he said, confusion wrinkling his forehead. “What exactly do you mean she was supposed to be dead?”His question drew sharp curiosity from the others. Most had no idea about the history between these two. Only a few, those who had once worked closely with Adam years back, looked visibly uneasy, as if they were aware there was more to this story than met the eye.“Yes,” Celine said at last, her voice steady but sharp, eyes locked on Adam. “You should answer the question, Mr. Brooks. What did you mean by I was supposed to be dead?”Her tone sliced through the stillness like a blade.Adam’s throat tightened. His

Celine sat stiffly behind her desk, her fingers pressed hard against each other, the veins on her wrist visible from the tension. Anger burned deep inside her chest, crawling through her like wildfire. Seeing Adam again that day had ripped open wounds she thought were long sealed. The sight of him, alive, arrogant, pretending to be the same man who once destroyed her, stirred every ghost she had buried.Her mind wandered helplessly into the past. She remembered the day she found out she was pregnant, how her heart had swelled with joy. She had been ready to love her child more than life itself, ready to give that baby the affection she never received growing up. But that dream had been stolen from her; torn apart by Adam and his cruel, manipulative mother. They took her peace, her dignity, her baby. They left her bleeding and broken.The ache never left her. She had rebuilt herself piece by piece, but the scars remained — reminders of betrayal and cruelty. She had sworn never to

Adam walked into Barbra’s apartment like a man defeated. His shoulders slumped, his face pale, and his shirt still creased with traces of blood. The room was warm and softly lit, but nothing in it could ease the storm raging inside him. Without a word, he dropped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.Barbra closed the door quietly, her brows drawn in worry. “Adam,” she said softly, stepping closer. “You’re scaring me. Talk to me. What happened?”He didn’t move at first. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. His breathing was uneven, his jaw clenched as he tried to find the right words. When he finally spoke, his voice came low and rough. “She’s alive.”Barbra frowned. “Who?”“Celine,” he said, lifting his head slowly. His eyes were haunted. “She’s not dead. I saw her today, at the O’Neil Corporation.”Barbra froze.“She was there,” Adam continued, his words trembling between disbelief and fear. “Sitting in the CEO’s chair. Looking right at me — like a ghost that refused

Evelyn Brooks steadied herself, swallowing the tremor that had shaken her moments earlier. Her spine straightened, chin lifted, and the old air of authority returned as she faced Celine with cold precision. “I’ll make this very simple,” she began, her tone controlled but sharp. “Stay away from my son. Whatever game you’re playing to destroy him, stop it before I make you regret ever crossing paths with this family again.”Celine raised an eyebrow, amusement glinting in her eyes. For a heartbeat, she simply watched Evelyn, the once untouchable matriarch who had tormented her, standing there trying to reclaim power that no longer belonged to her. Then, with a quiet laugh, she leaned forward. “You barged into my office to give me threats without even understanding what’s happening,” she said softly. “How typical. Maybe you should go home and ask your dear son why he’s truly losing his mind.”Evelyn’s face flushed. The laughter cut through her like a blade, wounding her pride. “You t