All Chapters of Revenge, Best Served in Codes: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

RHONDATheodore’s audacity to end the call on me, talking about how he was busy with his Luna, was appalling. I wanted us to discuss this physically before leaving Brighton City, but he was still being the annoying jerk that he was.I turned to look at Malcolm. “Apparently, I have to wait for him to finish with his Luna before I can talk to him about the arrangement.”“Then I’d also get busy with my Luna,” Malcolm leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. We were both seated on the bed, wrapped in white towels, as we had just finished taking a shower together.The kiss deepened, and he reached for my towel, trying to loosen it, but I quickly pulled away from the kiss and held the towel tightly.Leo had since returned to the suite, and he was in the next room sleeping. He slept off immediately after having dinner together. It was a long day for him.“What?” Malcolm asked with a raised brow.“Leo,” I muttered, “he’s in the next room.”“He is sleeping.” He reached for my towel again and s

RHONDAMy body had been acting really strangely lately. What was happening?“Are you okay?” Malcolm quickly asked, looking at me with deep concern.“I don’t know,” I shook my head lightly. “I...”A sudden retch replaced my words, and I could feel whatever food I had left in my stomach finding its way to my throat. I leapt to my feet and immediately ran to the toilet, throwing the contents of my stomach into the bowl.Malcolm was next to me within seconds, stroking my back to help me get relief.After I was done, he gave me water to gargle with and helped me wash my face before carrying me in his arms and taking me back to the bedroom.He carefully placed me on the bed, then picked up his phone to make a call.“Come to the suite and look after Leo. I’m taking my mate to the hospital now,” he said into the phone.I shot my gaze at him. “I am fine. I just need to rest. I think it’s the stress from what happened. The blackmail and all.”“Before we left West Haven, you presented with the

RHONDAThe moment we got back to West Haven, I didn’t even bother going upstairs or sitting down. My mind was too restless, too loud, like something was clawing at me from the inside. I went straight into my grandparents’ room to inform them of the recent development, my heels hitting the floor faster than usual.I knocked on the door and Grandpa’s voice called out, “Who is there?”“Rhonda,” I answered.“Ah, Ro. When did you return? Please come in,” he muttered.I pushed the door open and walked inside. They were both seated opposite each other in the coffee area, both reading magazines.“Rhonda?” my grandmother called the moment she saw me.I didn’t waste time. “There’s a problem.”The words came out tight, strained, and both of them immediately straightened in their seats. My grandfather’s expression shifted first. That calm, relaxed look disappeared, replaced with a frown.“What happened?” he quickly asked.I inhaled slowly, trying to steady myself.“I’m being blackmailed,” I blurt

RHONDAMy eyes stayed glued to the screen, my heart beating so hard it felt uncomfortable in my chest. I went through the figures again, slower this time, my fingers moving over the laptop with more caution. Maybe I had made a mistake the first time. Maybe I had overlooked something and was now panicking for nothing. But the more I checked, the worse it got. The numbers were there. Clear. Real. Large sums had been moved to offshore accounts. Hidden neatly enough to escape notice at first glance, but not neat enough to escape me now that I was looking properly.“What the actual fuck,” I whispered again, leaning back in my chair.I didn’t even know what disturbed me more. The fact that money was being stolen right under our noses or the fact that the corrected document had almost made me overlook it. That was the part that made my skin crawl. Because if the records had just been tampered with in the system, that was one thing. But someone had taken an extra step. Someone had physically

THEODOREI had called Rhonda more times than I was willing to admit, and each time the response was the same. Ringing. Then silence. Then nothing. It was beginning to get under my skin in a way I hated. My jaw had been tight for so long that it was starting to hurt, but I couldn’t relax. I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment in the hospital.The way the doctor had looked between Rhonda and Malcolm and congratulated them. The way she had smiled. The way Malcolm had held her. I had deeply thought about what she would congratulate them for, and the only thing my mind settled on was pregnancy. Was she pregnant?The very thought made something dark and ugly twist inside me. It was ridiculous. I was supposed to be done with her. I was supposed to be moving on. Layla was the one I was making my Luna. Plans were already being made. Arrangements were already in motion. Yet there I was, seated in my office, staring at my phone like a madman because Rhonda would not answer my calls.I dragg