Semua Bab SWEET REVENGE (He Betrayed Me, Now He Must Pay): Bab 1 - Bab 10

CHAPTER 2 My heart was thudding loudly as I stepped back into the empty mansion. It's been three years since I last stepped foot inside, and I realized that the television was on. My brows drew together in confusion as I stepped into the living room, where the TV was roaring in full volume. Who had turned it on? As these thoughts swirled in my head, my eyes were soon drawn to the images displayed on the large screen. The pixels unblurred, and I realized what was currently playing was... me. The wedding I had been dragged out of, my husband's wedding, was trending mostly because I dared to point a gun at the golden girl of the people, the actress they worshipped. The woman is now married to my husband. Comments flooded the bottom of the screen in an endless stream. People who didn’t know me but hated me anyway were typing cruel words. [She deserves to be taken back to prison for ruining this event!] [How dare she take a gun to the wedding? She's a thug!] [She’s always been

CHAPTER 4 My chest tightened as I walked through the glass doors of my company the next day. I had been gone for three years, while I left the company in Derrick's hands. My name was still emblazoned across the wall in bold gold letters. It was my father’s legacy, the only thing I had left of him. But the moment I walked into the lobby, I knew something wasn’t right. The receptionists wouldn’t even meet my eyes. And once I got into my office, I saw some men in black suits waiting for me. “Mrs. Clara.” One of the men said as they rose from the couch. I frowned. “And you are?” They exchanged glances, then handed me a leather folder. “We are representatives from Merry Loans, and we're here to discuss repayment.” “Repayment?” The word tasted bitter on my tongue. I hadn’t borrowed a dime in my life. So what was going on? When I opened the folder, my heart stopped in my chest as I saw the outrageous numbers scrawled across the papers. It was the type of loan that would bleed a co

CHAPTER 6 Clara's POV The headline doesn’t make sense at first. I stare at it, waiting for my brain to catch up. After a gruesomely long while, it finally does. [CLARA LAURENT STALKS EX-HUSBAND DERRICK ANTHONY] My thumb hovers over the screen, then scrolls automatically as I hastily refresh the pages. Article after article loads, all saying the fucking same thing in different words. Anonymous sources, concerned insiders. Claims that I had been showing up uninvited, refusing to accept the end of my marriage, and creating disturbances. Mentally unwell. My chest tightens. “This isn’t real,” I mutter. I scroll faster, panic creeping in as I recognize some photos. The gate. The driveway. I was standing outside the house last night, my face half-hidden, frozen in a moment I didn’t know was being recorded. So this is what she's been doing. “You’re shaking.” Florida’s voice comes from behind me. I turn slowly and see she’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and watching

CHAPTER 8 Clara's POV “Spencer.. Anthony?” I repeated the name. How does Alisha know him? My eyes snapped up to Alisha's, a mix of surprise and curiosity etched on my face. Alisha's expression was calm, but I detected a little curiosity in her eyes. “He came here looking for you earlier today.” She said, “He said he was a business partner of yours.” My brows creased tightly together. Alisha seemed to read my mind. “You barely associated with other guys, Clara, because of Derrick, so it's quite the shocker.” I felt a pang of discomfort at the mention of Derrick's name, but my attention was focused on Alisha's words. Spencer Anthony was a name that brought back memories, memories I'd locked away. I also remembered that at the moment, I had yet to give him a response. “Spencer Anthony,” I repeated, trying to sound casual. “What did he want?” Alisha hummed. “He said he was worried about you, that you both had some business dealings to sort out.” I raised an eyebrow. Business d

CHAPTER 10 Clara's POV “Thanks, Spencer, but I think I'll pass.” Spencer raised an eyebrow. “You're still doing this, Clara. Trying to go it alone?” I shrugged. “I don't know what you're talking about.” He chuckled. “Don't play dumb, Clara. You know exactly what I'm offering, and you need it.” “I don't need anything from you, Spencer. Especially not helping.” He leaned forward against the table, and I leaned back, not wanting to close the already tight space between us. “Why are you so hell-bent on doing this alone? You think it's about pride?” I looked away. “Think whatever you want to think. You sure as hell know I don't care.” Spencer's expression hardened. “You think you can survive without anyone, Clara? Is that what those three years in prison taught you?” My eyes snapped back to his, a spark of anger igniting. “You don't know what prison taught me.” He leaned in. “I know it taught you to be wary, to trust no one. But I'm not asking for trust, Clara. I'm asking for a p