All Chapters of SWEET REVENGE (He Betrayed Me, Now He Must Pay): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 121Florida’s POVThe cameras didn’t stop rolling until I decided they should, and that was the part people always misunderstood. They thought moments like that spiraled out of control, that emotions took over and everything just… slipped. But control didn’t disappear. It just changed form. Even standing there, with my voice deliberately uneven and my hands trembling just enough to be noticed, I was still aware of every second, every angle, every pair of eyes locked onto me. I knew exactly when to pause, when to look down, when to let my voice break just slightly so it sounded real but not rehearsed.I didn’t rush away when it was over either. That would’ve ruined it. Instead, I let the silence stretch, let the reporters lower their microphones slowly, let the weight of what I had just “confessed” settle into the air. I made sure they saw me hesitate before walking off, like I was carrying something too heavy to hold properly. That part mattered just as much as the speech itse

CHAPTER 123Esteban’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me with the same quiet precision I always used, sealing off the room and everything inside it, like it was just another task completed. My expression didn’t change as I stepped into the hallway, posture straight, movements controlled, the familiar rhythm of composure settling back into place without effort.Inside, everything was strategy.Outside, it was supposed to be the same.But the second I turned the corner, that sharp, calculated stillness eased, just slightly.Linwoo was leaning against the wall a few steps down, exactly where I knew he’d be.He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just scrolling lazily through his phone, one shoulder pressed back, completely unbothered by the tension that always seemed to follow the rest of us around. But the moment he sensed me, he looked up.And just like that, everything else faded into the background.“There you are,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket, his voice light but s

CHAPTER 125Linwoo’s POVMorning came quietly, like it didn’t want to interrupt anything.No alarms. No sudden noise. Just a slow spill of light slipping through the curtains, soft and warm, stretching across the room until it found us. It took its time, settling over the sheets, over the stillness, over him.For a few seconds, I didn’t move.Didn’t open my eyes fully.I stayed there in that in-between space, half-asleep but aware enough to feel the warmth beside me, to hear the faint, steady rhythm of breathing that didn’t belong to me. It was calm. Grounding in a way I didn’t question—I just let it sit.Then it clicked.Memory.Last night.A slow, lazy smile pulled at my lips before I even fully woke up.When I finally opened my eyes, I didn’t look around the room. I didn’t check the time. I didn’t think about anything waiting outside this space.I looked at him.Esteban was still asleep, lying on his back, one arm slightly bent, the other resting near me like even in sleep, he hadn

CHAPTER 127Anthony’s POVI built my office to remind people where they stood.The ceilings were too high on purpose. The windows are too wide. The desk carved from imported walnut no one could afford unless they were already rich enough not to mention the price. Every inch of the room said the same thing before I ever had to open my mouth.Power lived here.And anyone invited inside was there because I allowed it.Derrick stood across from me with a drink in his hand, far too relaxed for a man whose situation was becoming complicated. He had inherited that habit from weak men, mistaking calm posture for actual control.Still, he was useful.For now.On the screen mounted across the wall, another clip of Florida’s public apology replayed. Tears. Trembling voice. Claims of pressure. Claims of mental strain. Claims of regret.I muted it halfway through.“Get rid of that lowlife,” I said.Derrick barely glanced at the screen. “You’re being dramatic.”“I’m being practical.”I rose from m

CHAPTER 129Derrick’s POVI was in the car, my mind drifting back to Florida again.The city lights passed by outside the tinted windows, bright and blurry against the glass, but I barely noticed them.My thoughts were too occupiedFlorida.What use would she even be after I finally got rid of Clara?At first, she was useful. Easy to manipulate. Easy to control. She knew how to play the media, how to create chaos, how to make Clara look unstable while making herself look innocent.But now?Now she was becoming a liability.A burden.Someone who knew too much.Someone who had heard too many conversations, seen too many things, asked too many questions.And worst of all—Someone emotional.People like Florida were dangerous because eventually emotions made them stupid. And stupid people ruined plans.I leaned back against the leather seat slowly, my fingers tapping once against the armrest as my eyes lifted toward the front mirror.My driver’s eyes met mine briefly through the rearview m