Lahat ng Kabanata ng HER REVENGE: THEIR OBSESSION : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 69

Shocking OutcomeAvery's POV "In about an hour. Is that a problem?""No, no problem," I lied."Excellent! Let's get you to hair and makeup."The next hour passed in a blur. Stylists worked on my hair, curling it into perfect waves. Makeup artists transformed my face with smoky eyes and bold lips. And finally, I was zipped into the opening dress—a stunning red gown that hugged my curves and had a dramatic train."Perfect," the director breathed. "Absolutely perfect. Now remember, when you reach the end of the runway, pause, give them your best pose, hold for three counts, then turn and walk back. Confidence is key."I nodded, my heart pounding.The music started. My cue.I stepped onto the runway, forcing my nerves down. One foot in front of the other. Head up. Shoulders back. Project confidence even if you don't feel it.The lights were blinding, but I could make out figures seated at the end of the runway. The panel of judges, or in this case, VIPs and sponsors.I reached the end an

What Choice Did I HaveChelsea's POVI stared at my phone screen, seeing Clara's name flash for the tenth time this week. My finger hovered over the answer button, but I couldn't make myself press it.Each missed call made my chest ache a little more. Each voicemail I deleted without listening made the guilt heavier.It was never supposed to be like this. I never wanted to push her away, to end our friendship the way I did. The look on her face when I'd kicked her out of my apartment—hurt, confused, betrayed—it haunted me.But what choice did I have?When Dominic Sterling showed up at my apartment three days after we'd reported him, I knew my life was about to change. And not for the better.He'd been calm at first. Almost friendly. He'd knocked politely, introduced himself, asked if he could come in to "discuss a mutual concern." Like an idiot, I'd let him in, thinking maybe he wanted to make some kind of deal, pay me off to keep quiet.He'd sat on my couch, accepted the water I offe

Avery's POVDrake stripped me efficiently, his hands roaming over newly exposed skin as each piece of clothing hit the floor. By the time he was done, I was completely naked and bound, trembling with anticipation."Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes drinking me in. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."He trailed the flogger down my body—between my breasts, over my stomach, along my inner thigh. The leather was soft, teasing, making me squirm."Please," I breathed."Please what?" He dragged the flogger back up, letting it ghost over my nipples. "Use your words, Clara.""Please touch me.""I am touching you." His smile was wicked. "You're going to have to be more specific."Heat flooded my face, but I forced myself to meet his eyes. "Touch me. My... between my legs.""Your pussy?" He said it so casually, like we were discussing the weather. "Is that what you want? You want me to touch your pussy?""Yes," I gasped."Since you asked so nicely." He set the flogger aside and slid his hand between

Avery's POVI stood there, frozen, as Dominic's words echoed in my head. “I can't stay away from you.”What the hell did that mean?But he was already walking away, disappearing into the crowd of crew members and models. I wanted to chase after him, demand he explain himself, but the director was calling for everyone to return to their positions.I forced myself to focus on the rest of the rehearsal, running through the routines mechanically. But my mind was elsewhere, replaying Dominic's words, his expression, the way he'd looked at me when Mateo caught me."Earth to Clara!" Mateo waved a hand in front of my face, grinning. "Are you still with me?"I blinked, realizing the rehearsal had ended. "Sorry. Just distracted.""I noticed." His expression turned teasing. "You know, most people would be embarrassed about tripping on the runway, but you looked like you were ready to murder someone. That sponsor guy really got under your skin, huh?""Something like that," I muttered."Well, forg

Avery's POV "Relax," Tyler said, though his tone suggested anything but relaxation. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to spend some time together. Like we used to.""We never spent time together. I don't even know you."He laughed—a short, sharp sound that made me flinch. "Still playing that game? It's not as cute as you think it is."I pressed myself against the door, as far from him as I could get in the confined space. "Where are we going?""My apartment. Don't worry, it's not far." He studied me with those too-intense eyes. "Tell me about your day. How was the rehearsal?""How do you know about my rehearsal?""I always know where you are, Clara. I thought we'd established that." Another laugh, this one slightly more unhinged. "So? How was it?"I didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Fear had locked my throat closed.We drove in silence for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. When we finally stopped, we were in front of a high-rise building in the expensive