Semua Bab Vengeance of the Fallen Heir: From Cell to CEO: Bab 71 - Bab 80

~SARAH BENNETT~The clip didn't last long before the screen returned to the sympathetic face of the newscaster. I wasn't shocked about what my brother was doing, I wasn't shocked about how my idiot of a brother treated the girl, I was shocked that it got out and on a globally watched news station and even more, I hadn't heard even the slightest whisper of it. I thought we head a deal. I thought that they were in our pockets. How much would it take them to be on our side?These sleazy reporters!We had used Vance's name and reputation to get them to broadcast the public conferences where those women had given their false statements. Have they been tipped about the deploring situation of Vance Corp making them switch sides?Julian and I had approached them using Phoenix Empire as an aiding reputation to make them listen to us alongside the financial compensation.And for our next attack, they would be needed. Someone had to carry news of the protest but with this going round now, a prot

~JULIAN VANCE~“The hell sis!” Sean bellowed when Sarah flung the bottle of Martini along with the ice bucket across the room, startling the girls on 9 inches stilettos, g strings and big tits bare and fully exposed save for the silver star stickers that struggled to cover their nipples and areolas.The metal bucket bounced off the wall with a resounding clang, hit the floor and rolled off on its side. Water splotched an ugly mark on the wall. Broken ice laid all about and the girls huddled in one corner, shock and horror causing their mouth to hang open.Club Gaia was one of Sean's investments besides flashy race cars and street racing bets. Sean was the type to invest in anything that hinted at a wild and flashy lifestyle. From casinos to clubhouses.We had arrived in Milano when it was almost dark and right after we were dropped at Hotel Augusto, Sarah had insisted we drive to the club without taking any rest. There was no use disagreeing with the rage boiling within her so silent

~ETHAN WILDER~"I have no words that can say how truly sorry I am for my brother's crimes. Nothing....nothing in thisnword can justify what he has done. I am a woman and for another to go through such horrible moments up until death..."She paused, lips quivering, eyes tearful, her hands gripped the edge of the podium as she looked at all the reporters taking down notes and all the cameramen flashing their lights at her as they took her pictures.Someone, face not shown, stretched an arm m, to hand her a flap of tissue which she accepted in a frail manner, as if she could break any moment from now."I understand that my brother deserves the highest of punishemnt for what he did to that young girl, taking her life away before she could live it. She didn't deserve that! And if my brother was of a sound mind, he'd pay for it. But perhaps..." She sniffed in snorting, "...perhaps, he is already paying for it. Perhaps life is punishing him by taking away his reasoning. Yes..." She nodded.

~ETHAN WILDER~The helicopter was going down. I could feel it before I could see it. There was a sharp drop in my stomach as the world tilted violently beneath me. The blades whirring above us made an ear-scratching sickening sound, struggling like they were fighting something invisible. Something stopping them from rotating like they normally would.“Ethan…” Alina’s voice in a whisper that didn’t hide her fear that gripped her.I turned my head to look at her. Sweat trickled down the sides of my forehead, down my chest inside my emerald suit. My white dress shirt was definitely soaked. I could feel the fabric cling to my skin.She was seated across from me, fingers gripping the edge of her seat, her skin pale against her jutted out knuckles. The wind howled through the cabin, whipping strands of her hair across her face.“Ethan, what’s happening?”I opened my mouth to answer, but the words refused to come. I couldn’t tell. No, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that we might die.Th

~JULIAN VANCE~Hot—but not scalding, water struck my shoulders and ran down my back in streams, turning my skin a slight nearly invisible shade of red. Steam had swallowed the glass walls of the shower, fogging everything until the bathroom looked like a memory instead of a place. I braced one palm against the wet tiles and lowered my head, allowing the heat of the water to work its magic on my back and neck muscles. And hopefully on my heavy head.Milano was days ago but it felt like yesterday. I could still see the naked girls in my vision and the expensive bottles of premium italian wine but it had registered on me better as a city of chaos. It had been Sarah pacing the floors of the strippers club with bloodless rage in her eyes. It had been Sean acting like a foolish motherfucking pain-in-the-ass drughead, as usual. It had been reporters, public statements, strategy, media noise. It had been watching her unravel in little ways no one else would notice because they were too busy