Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Adam returned to Brooks Enterprises early that morning, determined to get things back under control. The tension in the air was heavy; the company’s stock had been falling steadily for weeks, and every attempt to stabilize it had failed. The board was anxious, investors restless, and rumors about internal mismanagement were already circulating online. Still, Adam walked into his office with the kind of forced confidence only desperation could build.An hour later, his secretary buzzed in. “Sir, there’s someone here to see you. Mr. Kelvin Benjamin.”Adam frowned slightly before nodding. “Send him in.”Moments later, Kelvin stepped in — sharply dressed, with tired eyes that still carried the sharpness of a man who believed in his own brilliance. “Adam,” he greeted warmly, extending a hand.“Kelvin,” Adam replied, shaking it. “Been a while.”Kelvin smiled faintly. “Yes. A long while. I heard what’s happening here and thought I should stop by. You need a solution, and I have one.”Adam

Barbra sat alone in the quiet living room, lost in her thoughts. It had been a week since the wedding — a week of celebration, laughter, and public appearances, but also a week of private unease. Tomorrow, she would resume work at xDragon Corporation, the New York City branch, where she held the position of Senior Manager. It was a role she had fought hard for, and one her father often praised her for.Her biggest dream was beginning to take shape. Soon, she believed, her father would make Adam, her new husband, the CEO of the company’s New York branch. It would mark the perfect union: love and business intertwined. Yet, deep inside her, an unsettling restlessness lingered.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She frowned slightly, checking the time. It was 3p.m. Maybe it was a food delivery, she thought, as she rose to her feet. But when she opened the door, she froze.Adam stood there, his expression weary and drawn. His suit was creased, and there was a hollowness i

Celine sat behind her glass desk, the skyline of the city glimmering faintly through the tall windows of her office. As the acting CEO of O’Neil Corporation, she commanded authority that extended far beyond the company’s walls. But beneath the surface of corporate control, her real mission moved quietly — a plan she'd carefully designed, one made to bring Brooks Enterprises to its knees.She leaned forward and opened a folder on her desktop titled Confidential – Brooks Enterprises. It was heavily encrypted, accessible only by her biometric ID. The moment it loaded, dozens of subfolders filled the screen — each one named with precision: Hidden Accounts, Internal Mails, Fraud Reports, Audits – Red Flagged.For months, Celine had gathered the pieces. Using her clearance as Media Manager before her promotion, she had infiltrated communication trails, extracted data from shared servers, and traced money movements across borders. Each document, each screenshot, each internal memo was o

Adam sat behind his desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered before him. None of it made sense anymore. Brooks Enterprises had officially hit rock bottom.The deal with O’Neil Corp. was gone. The same board members who once worshiped him now avoided his calls.He leaned back and rubbed his face, his thoughts heavy. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Celine — calm, composed, and victorious, while he burned in humiliation. He could still hear the whispers from the board meeting, the murmurs of disbelief, the word failure thrown around like confetti.When his secretary came in to ask about his next meeting, he waved her off. “Cancel everything. I’m done for today.”He grabbed his car keys and left the office. He needed air. He needed peace. Or maybe he just needed Barbra — the only person who seemed to understand him in moments like this. As he sat behind the wheel, he exhaled deeply, resting his head against the seat.He unlocked his phone. Dozens of missed calls. Most fro

The morning sunlight streamed softly through the white curtains, casting a golden glow across the old woman’s room. The air was calm and filled with laughter — the kind that could heal wounds deeper than medicine ever could. Celine sat beside the grandmother, both of them sharing stories over a warm cup of tea.The old woman looked far stronger now. Her once trembling hands had steadied, her memory sharper than anyone thought possible. Even the doctors had been amazed. They’d said her dementia was irreversible, yet here she was — remembering faces, events, and even jokes she hadn’t told in years.Celine smiled as she adjusted the blanket on her lap. “You look brighter today,” she said warmly.The grandmother chuckled, her voice soft but clear. “That’s because I have an angel keeping me company.”Celine laughed, shaking her head. “You’ve started again, Grandma. I’m no angel.”The old woman patted her hand affectionately. “You don’t see what I see. Since you came, my mind has found