All Chapters of The taste Of Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The penthouse is bathed in amber light. The city below us glittering like scattered diamonds. He’s at the window when I step into his study, a glass of amber liquor hanging loose in his hand like it’s nothing special. Later I’ll remember that the bottle costs more than most people’s rent for a year. Right now, all I can see is him. The light spills across his shoulders, catching the steel of his watch, and it's glinting along the sharp line of his jaw. His shirt is open at the collar, a few more buttons are undone, revealing his chest and a tattoo I can't quite see from here. It looks so alluring though. His sleeves are pushed up, his forearms flexed as he rests one hand against the glass.I walk gently to his chair from behind, I'm literally trying so hard so he won't notice my presence. I have no intentions to scare him though, I definitely have no reason being mysterious. He hands me a glass, the glass in his hand hanging in the air like he had already seen me walking the whole t

The Mercedes is patiently waiting outside. I steal a glance at the car from my room's floor-to-ceiling window. A young guy, probably in his late twenties, leaning on the beautiful black and white Mercedes. Every single car in this house is so fucking classic and expensive. Some cost way more than our old apartment and I'm quite appalled by this level of wealth. I make my way down the hallway, intent on peeking in a few roomsand finding the best place to camp in other than my room. I'm starting to get bored of it already. My Christian Louboutin heels click against the marble floors of the stairs. How I love my fashion sense. It makes me look so legendary and definitely not like my problems.The driver opens the rear door like a literal professional. Well you need not to be a professional before you can open a car door I guess, but this is slightly different. Like he's been used to this for quite a long while. "Dr. Hart.""Hand me the keys please" I let out my hand hanging in the air

SELENE'S POVWhen I stand to get the door, I'm already irritated at this point."Mr. Wolfe?" The blonde lady's voice bleeds through the door, strained. "I'm terribly sorry about…" The door swings open before she finishes, and the air turns to ice.Aurora standing in the doorway like a ghost I can't exorcise. For a second, just one second, she freezes. She definitely did not expect to see me, well neither did I. Her perfect burgundy hair cascading over her shoulders. Her designer blazers hugging the curves that Xavier chose over mine. That smile…the one she wore at the welcome party while she was tearing my life into million shattered pieces…stretching across her face like a wound. This bitch!The shock in her face disappeared as soon as it came, replaced by the fake composure she's currently putting on. Jokes on her this time. I saw the crack.“Well, well, well, look who we have here,” she says lightly, walking into the room like she owns the air. “This is…unexpected.” She's dressed

AURORA'S POVThe phone rings three times before Rubi, Selene's stupid assistant, picks up. I resist the urge to rush. Desperation is a telltale sign of weakness. Instead, I maintain a deliberate pace, careful not to give away too much."Hello?" Rubi's voice is light, professional, and utterly harmless.I pause before speaking, allowing the silence to linger just long enough to pique her curiosity. "Rubi… I know you're smart…smart enough to know I am Aurora, soon to be Mrs Adrian.” I can almost hear the click of recognition as my name sinks in. "Ms. Adrian," she responds, her tone guarded."I won't take much of your time," I assure her, knowing full well I will take precisely as much as I need. "I just need a small clarification.""About…?" Rubi's hesitation is palpable."Selene," I reply, getting straight to the point.The silence that follows is pregnant with unspoken weight, heavy with the things Rubi is choosing not to say. "I'm not sure I'm allowed to…""I'm not asking you to br

SELENE'S POVI can't stop shaking.The walls of Damian's office feels like they're closing in on me, the bright lights are too harsh, the windows, exposing me to the prying eyes of the city below. Aurora's lingering perfume still filling the air, a scent that is both luxurious and suffocating, reminding me of the pain she has brought into my life."Aurora was right," I finally manage to choke out, my voice sounding fragile and raw. "I couldn't keep anything…Not Xavier, not my baby, not even my…"My voice breaks, the words too heavy to bear.Damian's voice cuts through the haze, grounding me in the present. "hush.” he replies, gesturing his index finger to his lips. “Baby, look at me." I can't, cause I'm afraid of what I'll see in his eyes, but Damian's hands gently cup my face, his touch feels like a lifeline in the midst of my turmoil. He forces me to meet his gaze, and I see great compassion instead of pity."She's wrong about everything.. babe, listen to me.” he says firmly."Is