All Chapters of HER REVENGE: THEIR OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Avery's POVI stood up from the couch, and all three men tensed, probably thinking I was about to walk out. But instead, I moved toward Drake.His eyes widened as I stopped in front of him. "Clara?""I hate her," I said quietly. "I hate Bianca for what she did to you. To us.""I hate her too," Drake breathed."And I hate that I can't..." I trailed off, frustration building in my chest. "I can't publicly tell everyone that you're mine. That all of you are mine. If I could, if people knew, Bianca would never have dared to try something like this."The secret of our relationship—the fact that I was with all three of them—had always been a source of tension. In public, I was Ryan's girlfriend. Drake and Chris were just my "roommates," my "friends." And it killed me sometimes, not being able to claim them openly."She knew she could get away with it because no one knows," I continued, my voice getting stronger. "No one knows that you're not just some single guy living in the same house as

**Chris's POV**Forty minutes later, Bianca walked into my restaurant looking nervous but trying to hide it behind a confident smile. She'd dressed up for this—tight dress, high heels, a face full makeup. Like she thought this was some kind of date.I gestured to the private office in the back. "In here."Her smile faltered slightly. "Chris, what's going on? You sounded really serious on the phone."I didn't answer until we were both inside the office with the door closed. Then I turned to face her, arms crossed."I just got off the phone with Marcus," I said flatly.The color drained from her face. "Oh?""Yeah. We were going over details for the competition. And something interesting came up." I took a step toward her. "He mentioned that he's been sending David to deliver files to me. Not you."Bianca's eyes widened. "I—that's not—""Don't," I cut her off sharply. "Don't even try to lie to me right now. Marcus pulled the records. Every single delivery from his office is documented. A

Avery's POVI stared at Chelsea, completely confused by her sudden coldness. "Chelsea, what's going on? Why are you being like this?""Being like what?""Distant. Cold. Making excuses." I stood up too, facing her. "This isn't like you. Ever since that night—ever since we reported Dominic—you've been avoiding me. What happened?""Nothing happened." But she wouldn't meet my eyes."Chelsea, please. Talk to me. If something's wrong, I want to help—""You can't help!" The words burst out of her, loud and angry. Then she seemed to catch herself, taking a breath. "Just... you can't help, okay?""Why not? We're friends. Friends help each other.""Are we?" Chelsea laughed bitterly. "Are we really friends, Clara? Or am I just useful to you when you need something?"The accusation stung. "That's not fair. I care about you—""Do you? Because it seems like the only time you reach out to me is when you need help with your revenge plot against Dominic." She finally looked at me, and there was someth