All Chapters of SWEET REVENGE (He Betrayed Me, Now He Must Pay): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31Clara's POVI was still trying to compose myself, my face still burning from the earlier embarrassment, when there was a knock at the door.I walked over to answer it, expecting it to be the service lady with our food. I opened the door, and she smiled politely as she wheeled in the food cart.I stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in, and she began to set up the food on the small table.Spencer was sitting on the chair opposite that table, his towel-clipped legs crossed, looking like the epitome of relaxed.I, on the other hand, was still trying to play it cool.The service lady handed me the bill, her eyes flicking to Spencer for a brief moment, and then sticking. I instantly caught that.And I was not pleased.For reasons I'm yet to know.Her gaze lingered on him for a while, particularly his toned chest. I noticed it, and Spencer, that arrogant jerk, noticed it too, but he just leaned back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips, clearly enjoying the attenti

CHAPTER 33Spencer's POVI casually sipped the cocktail in my grip as I discussed the details of our biggest operation yet with Marco.“We've got a shipment coming in tonight, and I need you to make sure it's cleared on your end.”Marco nodded, his expression serious. “No problem, Spence. I've got my guys on it.”Just then, Kristine slipped into the circle. “Hey, boys. Just wanted to give you an update. The drugs are being transported safely, and we should have them in Chicago by dawn.”I nodded, a small smirk spreading across my face. This was it. This was the big one.But before I could say anything, Rachel's voice cut through the music, announcing the night's entertainment.I turned, my eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Clara, stumbling slightly as Rachel helped her onto the stage.My smile shifted, and my expression turned to stone. What was Rachel doing?And then I heard it. “..and the girls are going to get seduced on stage!”My frown deepened.What the fuck did Rache

CHAPTER 35Spencer's POVI stood at the bar, nursing a whiskey, my eyes fixed on Clara across the room.She was laughing and giggling with a group of shirtless men, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and intoxication. She was clearly very drunk.The music pulsed through the club, and the strippers moved with ease, but my attention was all on Clara.As I watched, one of the men stepped closer to her, his hips moving in a way that made my jaw click in irritation. Clara giggled, covering her mouth, and I knew she was drunk.Very drunk.The men closed in, their moves getting more and more suggestive, and Clara looked like she was in a dream.A bad one.I felt a growl building in my throat, but I pushed it down. I had no right to feel this way. She wasn't mine.But my eyes didn't seem to get the message. They stayed fixed on Clara, tracking her every move. As she stumbled up, looking like she was going to vomit, I felt a surge of... something.Something I didn't want to acknowledg

CHAPTER 37Spencer’s POVMy expression hardens as I close the distance between us because something about the way she's in pain makes my chest tighten.“You should sit,” I say.It comes out less like a suggestion and more like an order. Clara shifts her weight, clearly stubborn enough to resist on principle alone. “I’m fine.”She is absolutely not fine.Her skin looks pale under the hotel lights, eyes dulled by exhaustion, lips pressed together like she’s fighting off nausea. The towel is secured around her chest, but she’s clutching it tighter than necessary, like she’s suddenly aware of how exposed she is.I look away first.“Sit,” I repeat, softer this time, gesturing toward the edge of the bed.She hesitates, then exhales and does as told, sinking slowly to the ground. The moment she sits, she bends forward, elbows braced on her knees, head dropping.“God,” she mutters. “My skull feels like it’s cracking.”I grab the bottle of water from the nightstand and hold it out to her. “Dr

CHAPTER 39Clara’s POVI watched in shock as the bodyguard’s arm tightened around the old man’s neck.This was too much.“Wait!”I rushed to Spencer’s side. “Let him go.”He looked down at me, irritation clear in his eyes. I was intimidated, but my gaze stayed firm.“And why would I do that?” he said coldly. “We’re here on a mission. I don’t need your petty human feelings getting in the way.”I swallowed. “I know that. But this isn’t the right way to do it. If he doesn’t talk, you’ll just end up killing him.”“What do you suggest?” he shot back. “A tea party? Sit him down and hope he opens up about his feelings?”I clenched my fists. “Let him go. I’ll talk to him. And if he still doesn’t comply, then you can use your method.”Spencer was silent. His eyes searched my face, looking for hesitation, doubt, fear.He found none.With a sharp breath, he raised his hand. The bodyguard released the old man.The man collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, clutching his neck.I hurried over and