All Chapters of Revenged Love : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The thought refused to leave Mia’s mind, even as she made her way out of the kitchen. The woman had walked away afterward, leaving her with more questions than answers. She was creepy, yes, but in a mysterious way that made Mia feel she ought to heed her warning. Yet, she didn’t have the money to leave the country. And even if she did, how would she survive abroad when the flight alone would swallow everything she had? Looks like she would have to work and save even harder. She sighed and kept walking. But as she reached the stairs, she paused. Her eyes had caught something... something she always tried to avoid whenever she went up or down. The hallway that led to Axel’s room. It sat right beneath the staircase: dark, silent, and empty. And thanks to the house help’s words, she felt drawn to it again. She let go of the railing and drifted toward the shadowed corridor. There was no door, just an open frame leading into dimness. She halted at the entrance, staring

The reporters wouldn't stop swarming Axel with questions, so many that he couldn't even get through the crowd. His guards tried their best to push them back, but... well, reporters would always be reporters. Axel simply stood there, calm, one hand tucked into his trench coat pocket, letting his gaze sweep over them one by one. Then his eyes drifted to the young man behind him, who was watching the chaos with a face filled with regret. Andrew. Tall, though still shorter than Axel. He gave off an easygoing vibe in his crisp, black suit, hair slicked back. His brown eyes, framed by long lashes, and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks made him look more cute than handsome. He was Axel's closest aide - his secretary, personal assistant, and practically everything else. Axel had always seen him as nothing more than an annoying fly. And today, Andrew had done nothing to prove him wrong. The problem was simple: Axel had made it clear he didn’t want anyone

Later that evening, Luis decided to visit Axel at his mansion. He hadn't expected him to return to his parents' house, so he'd relied on the news to figure out where Axel was currently staying. His car rolled to a stop in front of the gate, and this time, he arrived without the excessive entourage he used to bring. He didn't want to attract too much attention, he preferred it this way. Stepping out, he removed his glasses, and Brenda, exiting from the opposite side, did the same. David emerged from a second car. He wasn't wearing sunglasses, but the scowl on his face was more than enough. As the guards shut the doors behind them, they all took a moment to peer through the railed gate at Axel's place. It wasn't massive, but it was still undeniably large. The house was painted in white and grey, with wide black-framed glass windows scattered across its façade. The compound held a neatly arranged garden, a spring at its center, and countless other details that showed caref

"Angela, right?" Brenda asked. Angela nodded. "Yes, ma’am." "Mia never mentioned you," Brenda said mildly. "Not that I expected her to. But do tell, how close are you to my daughter?" That was when David finally looked up. His gaze landed on Angela, and the instant she felt it, she stiffened "Uh… we’re best friends," she said, her fists clenched tightly together. Brenda hummed, her lips curving slightly. "Best friends. Of course." Really? David thought. This? So this was Mia’s idea of a best friend. She looked plain, too plain. The tight blue jeans and fitted white shirt screamed cheap, far below his standards. He dropped his gaze back to his phone, dismissing her completely. Angela then released a quiet breath of relief. "Gosh," she murmured, resisting the urge to clutch her chest in front of Luis and Brenda. But Brenda saw it all. She flicked a glance at Luis, who smirked. The look on his face was openly mocking, though Angela missed it. "So, Angel

Axel remained perfectly still as Mia stepped inside. She did not notice him at first. Her eyes wandered across the living room, taking it all in. The space felt warm and comfortable, nothing like the stiff, unwelcoming rooms of her parents’ house. Axel, on the other hand, caught her scent immediately, yet he did not turn. Then she saw him, and her heart froze. His back was to her. She knew it was him. After all, who else could it be in his own house? "Axel…" In the next moment, she was beside him, while he remained focused on the flower before him. Her lips trembled, unable to hold back the faint smile that surfaced as she studied his side profile. A few strands of his hair fell into his eyes, and she found herself drawn to the sharp line of his nose, the defined edge of his jaw, the thinness of his lips... he was perfect. Axel felt her gaze linger, long and unbroken, until his jaw tightened. Mia, however, noticed nothing. Her heart raced uncontrollably. The fee