All Chapters of Vengeance of the Fallen Heir: From Cell to CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SEAN BENETT.“Sorry amico. Can’t make it to your all-white yacht birthday party today but I’ll definitely be there for the club one. I've got something I know you'll like so look forward to tonight. Happy birthday.”I stared at the text a second longer after I hit send, then cursed under my breath and tossed the phone on the brown bedroom couch.“Fuck!”The word came out loaded with annoyance, another curse word scraped the back of my throat.All-white yacht party.Girls in little white bikinis. Girls in white dresses with nothing under. Champagne flowing like water. Music loud enough to shake your ribs and forget the world's fucked-up reality. Mu best friend prohibited drugs at his parties but still…No Sarah, no lectures, no shame-filled stares from family members who had spent half my life looking at me like I was a spoiled dog that refused to learn tricks.And I was missing it.Because my sister had decided to storm into my club like some angry avenging demon and make one hell of

~ETHAN WILDER ~Alina did not look at me for most of the drive home. Simone was driving us, eyes on the road but I knew every now and then he cast a concerned glance at me through the mirror.The unspoken tension that hung in the silence got thicker and heavier, almost taking more than the regular effort to breathe. And with every passing second, Alina seemed to drift farther and farther away from me despite she sat close.Close enough for wafts of the perfumed massage oil from the spa that still lingered on her skin to curl its way into my nose.I stared at her and my heart ached.She kept her face turned toward the window, staring outside as though the blur of traffic and buildings was a better company than I was. Her hands were curled into fists on her lap. Tight enough to feel like a rejection.As if she were silently blocking my touch before I could even try for it.And God, I wanted to try.I wanted to take one of those clenched hands and pry it open gently with mine. Wanted to

~ALINA JOHNSON~My hand reached for the neck of the bottle instinctively but his hand stretched out to stop me, eyebrows furrowing in caution. I frowned at it.. “I can handle it,” I said. For longer than a heartbeat, he held the look and I held mine. Eventually, he dropped his hand with a sigh and I let my fingers curbed around the bottle and poured myself some. I raised the glass to my lips then paused and stared at the reddish brown liquid, feeling the guilt eat away at me. The feeling curled around my heart like a vine as heavy thoughtful silence fell in between us.I should have waited. I should have let him open up himself to me when he wanted to. Not force him to do so out of distrust. The drink had a way of dampening fired up nerves. The incident at the spa had left me on the edge, questioning everything and second guessing the man I fell for. Throughout the drive I had wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into by dating a man as powerful as Ethan but as I listened to hi

~SARAH BENNETT~I hung up my phone and slid it into the pocket of my lounge shorts, grabbing what really mattered to me from the dining table and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. The curtains that led to my bedroom’s balcony were pulled apart on both sides. I pushed the sliding door open to the left and cold air rushed to greet my face.I paused at the doorway for a second, my fingers still curled around the glass handle, and just felt the welcoming coldness before stepping out onto the balcony slowly, barefooted. The floor was cold too,chilly in fact, and it caused a shiver to travel up me. The night was quiet, or perhaps I was just too far away from it to hear tyres speed on the road down there. Lights, however, blinked in every direction and skyscrapers stood tall and erect like they were all in a private competition to see which one would be the first to scrape heaven.I hated what they reminded me of and the bottle in my hand grew heavier, the brownish doorway light drawing my

~SARAH BENNETT~It was the kind of school where children arrived in cars worth more than our old apartment building. Where people wore watches that could have paid our old rent for 2 years. Where surnames mattered before personalities did.It was also where the children of rival companies studied.Children of executives.Children of investors.Children of men and women whose signatures could ruin lives or build.Children of rival companies formed their own clique and it was compulsory to be a part of it whether you liked it or not.And as children of the Software Engineering Manager of Seleco Inc, I and my brother were forced join Seleco kids’ clique. Within the clique, a sick twisted sort of hierarchy existed. A pyramid built on what position your parents held in Seleco. Whose father was on the board, whose mother ran finance, whose family had the strongest influence inside Seleco.And because my father now held a title no one fully questioned to our faces, Sean and I were absorbed i