All Chapters of SWEET REVENGE (He Betrayed Me, Now He Must Pay): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 112Florida’s POVI should have pushed him away.That thought came first—clear, sharp, almost desperate in how badly it wanted to be obeyed. It rang through my head like a warning I couldn’t ignore, like something trying to pull me back before I crossed a line I wouldn’t be able to cross.But my body didn’t listen.That was the problem.Because even with everything sitting in my chest—the anger, the humiliation, the way his words had cut straight through me earlier—I was still standing there, still letting his hands rest at my waist as they belonged there, as nothing had changed. And that familiarity… It didn't comfort me. It made everything worse.I knew what he was doing.That was the part that frustrated me the most.This wasn’t random. This wasn’t him just… being here. Every word, every movement, every inch of closeness was deliberate. He wasn’t fixing anything—he was pulling me back in, slowly, carefully, like he already knew exactly where my breaking point was.And the w

CHAPTER 114Florida's POV The air in the room felt thick, charged with a tension that had been building for months, a static electricity that clung to my skin and made every breath feel like a choice.He didn’t let go of my gaze as he backed me toward the bed, his movements fluid and certain, as if he had rehearsed this exact sequence of events in his mind a thousand times over.Every step felt like a deeper immersion into the dark, warm water of his influence, a slow descent into a place where the rules of the outside world no longer applied.When the back of my knees finally hit the mattress, I didn't feel the urge to run or the instinct to fight; instead, I felt a bone-deep, exhausted urge to simply fall.He followed me down, his weight a heavy, welcome pressure that finally silenced the restless, frantic pacing of my mind, anchoring me to the present moment.His hands were everywhere at once—tangled in my hair, pressing into the small of my back, guiding my body to align perfectl

CHAPTER 116Clara’s POVI didn’t say anything when we got back, and for a while, neither did Spencer.The silence that settled between us wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t even uncomfortable but it wasn’t easy either. It carried everything from the courtroom with it. The tension. The exposure. The way everything had shifted just enough to put us ahead without actually finishing anything. It felt like standing in the middle of a storm that had paused, not ended.Spencer loosened his tie as he walked further into the room, dropping a file onto the table like it didn’t matter. But I knew him well enough to see where his attention really was.On me.I stood by the window, my arms folded loosely as I stared out at the city lights. From the outside, I probably looked fine, calm, composed, steady. But that stillness wasn’t peace. It was restraint. It was everything I hadn’t said yet pressing just under the surface, waiting.“We’re closer,” I said finally.My voice sounded quieter than I expected, bu

CHAPTER 118Clara’s POVI didn’t bring it up immediately.We had been sitting in the same space for a while now, Spencer going over documents he wasn’t really reading, and me… watching him more than anything else. The room had settled into a quiet that felt different from earlier. Less heavy. More… focused. Like everything that happened in court had sharpened something in both of us instead of breaking it.But the question had been sitting in my mind since we left.It didn’t make sense.And I’ve never been the type to ignore something that doesn’t make sense.“Why does Derrick want the company so badly?”My voice cut clean through the silence, steady, but thoughtful rather than emotional.Spencer didn’t answer right away.That alone told me everything I needed to know.He stilled for just a second, not obvious, not dramatic, but enough. The kind of pause that doesn’t come from thinking of an answer, but from deciding whether to give one at all.I straightened slightly where I sat, my

CHAPTER 120Clara’s POV I didn’t go to sleep.I told myself I would, told myself I needed to but the moment I stepped into my room, the quiet wrapped around me in a way that felt too loud to ignore. So I turned the television on instead.That was my first mistake.Or maybe it wasn’t a mistake at all.Maybe it was exactly what I wanted.The screen flickered to life, filling the room with a soft glow, and it didn’t take more than a second for me to see it, my name at the bottom of the screen, Florida’s above it, the headline already framing everything before a single word was spoken.“…today’s courtroom developments have raised serious concerns regarding the credibility of key individuals involved in the case—”I sat slowly on the edge of the bed, the remote loose in my hand, my attention locked on the screen.They were dissecting it.Every second.Every word.Every reaction.Clips played in short, controlled bursts, Florida’s voice, sharp and unfiltered, her expression tense, her comp