All Chapters of Vengeance of the Fallen Heir: From Cell to CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~~SARAH BENETT~~I stretched my naked body under the sheets, my knee bumped softly against something. I opened my eyes in a half squint and took note of the features, the disheveled hair and the body and I felt irritation take over in the form of bile that rose up my stomach and sat thick at the back of my throat. I frowned and turned away, cursing under my breath at my already ruined morning. Julian was still here, lying on my bed beside me like it was his rightful place.For a few seconds, I stayed still beneath the sheets, my lashes fluttering against morning light while the dull ache in my temples reminded me exactly how much rum I had consumed last night in an effort to be someone else, somewhere else, with someone else.But when I felt his warm thigh against me, my irritation worsened and my expression hardened. I slipped out from under the sheets wishing to be away from him. A frown tugged at my mouth as I stared at the sharp line of his jaw, the mess of his hair against my pi

~SARAH BENNETT~“La golosità della nonna.” I said aloud in my car as I translated it on the internet. It meant Nonna’s sweet tooth. That was the name of the adorable pastry restaurant and the mouth-watering window display of cakes and flour things.It was a corner spot with pale green shutters, little wrought-iron tables outside, handwritten menu boards, and window displays full of glossy fruit tarts, sugared pastries, cream-filled brioche, and tiny cakes that looked too pretty to touch. It leaned fully into its Milano charm and did it well. White umbrellas shaded the outdoor seating area. Small pots of rosemary and lavender decorated the edges. The street around it was alive but not chaotic, just enough movement to make sitting alone seem normal.I chose one of the tables outside.The waiter was young and charming and had the kind of accent tourists probably romanticized.I ordered espresso, sparkling water, and a pistachio pastry I had no real intention of enjoying.Then I sat back

SEAN BENNETT I shifted where I sat, trying to ignore the ache in my shoulders. My mind was already running ahead of me, throwing names and possibilities into the dark.Maybe this was the part where things made sense.Maybe this was the part where someone finally explained why I was here.Maybe…The door opened again.The grey-eyed man walked in first. Someone else was following closely behind him. My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my knees.Sarah. It was fucking Sarah!For one disorienting second, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating her.She looked too perfect to belong in this room.Red and white polka gown with a oreety hat in her sleek hair. Elegant posture. Her face arranged into that controlled, polished calm she wore when she was trying to look reasonable while doing something monstrous. The same face she had when she posioned Nelson.“Hello, Sean.”My whole body recoiled before I could stop it. Actually recoiled.I shrank backward along the wall like my nervous syste

SIMEONI caught his wrist with my left hand and the impact of his body hitting mine drove me backward into the edge of a side table hard enough to split the wood and send something ceramic crashing to the floor.His knife flashed silver in the corner of my vision. I trapped his forearm against my chest and drove my knee up toward his thigh. He checked it with a brutal hip turn and slammed his forehead toward mine. I barely got my head aside in time. His brow clipped my temple anyway and stars burst white across my vision.We crashed into the wall.He snarled, grabbed my wrist, and smashed it into the wall once.Twice.Pain exploded up my arm and my fingers loosened just enough.Mamba grinned like Christmas had come early.“Now we’re talking.”He ripped the knife free from my control and slashed.I twisted.Too late to avoid all of it.The blade bit across my upper arm, hot and vicious, slicing through fabric and skin in one clean line.Pain hit a half second later, immediate and blind

~ALINA JOHNSON~I balanced the lunch bag against my hip with one hand and held the event file against my chest with the other as I nudged Ethan’s office door open with my elbow.The first thing I noticed was usual calm accompanied by the faint gentle hum of the air conditioner. The second thing I noticed was him. His face pulled into a thoughtful frown, one hand held a paper while his other arm supported one side of his face. He wasn't wearing his suit. Just the white shirt dress and the waist coat with a fairly loose tie.He looked up from behind his desk, and the tiredness on his face softened so quickly at the sight of me that something warm slipped into my chest.He smiled, pushing his chair back with immediate relief. “You’re saving my life.”I smiled at his drama.He came around the desk before I could get farther into the office, taking the lunch bag from me, leaving me to hold only the file.“You brought food,” he said softly, grinning at me. “Thanks honey”I laughed shyly, f