Todos los capítulos de The taste Of Revenge: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

ELLIOT'S POV The silver key to the kingdom didn’t taste like victory, it tasted like the copper tang of a man’s impending execution.I roll the metallic flash drive between my calloused fingers, the sharp edges biting into my skin until the pressure leaves a deep, angry indentation in my thumb. I don't care about the slight sting anyway. My chest feels completely tight, my ribs expanding against the fabric of my waistcoat with a heavy, suffocating heat that has nothing to do with the summer rain outside. My pulse is a violent hammer against my throat, roaring in my ears like a furnace.I stand in the absolute shadows of the Chelsea conservatory, my boots rooted to the cracked stone floor, watching the silhouette of his wife disappear into the dark. Aurora. She moves like a ghost, silent and lethal, leaving behind the suffocating scent of jasmine and the cold, metallic aftertaste of absolute betrayal. Most men would be terrified of a woman who can sleep in a man's bed while construct

The ping on my encrypted phone doesn’t sound like an alert. it sounds like the whisper of a blade drawing blood instead. I don't even need to unlock the screen to know what it is. Sitting in the plush, leather interior of my town car parked two blocks away from Northstar Holdings, I stare down at the neon-blue numbers glowing against the dark display:’Deposit Confirmed: $,90,000,000.00 USD. Routing: Cayman-International-Private.’ A cold, razor-thin smile touches my lips. Ninety million dollars. The liquid price of my family’s stolen honor. The cost of five years surviving as Xavier Adrian’s decorative, obedient trophy while he built his empire on my father's grave.My phone vibrates in my palm, and the screen lights up with ‘Eliot’ boldly written. I press the device to my ear, leaning my head back against the leather headrest, my voice dropping into a smooth, icy purr. "I see the transfer cleared, Eliot. You’re a man of your word after all.""I always honor my financial commitments,

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, familiar perfume. The sheer relief of holding her almost brought me to my knees. The terror that had been building inside me for the last three hours finally broke, spilling over into a deep, desperate shudder that racked my entire body.“It’s bad, baby,” I murmured against her skin, my hands trembling as I held her tight against me, needing the solid reality of her body to convince myself I was still alive. “The government... they raided Sterling Capital. They froze the internal network, locked us out of our own systems. They told me not to touch anything, not even a mouse…or…a pen. I couldn't even call you, they treated me like a criminal in my own empire.” She pulled back slightly, her soft, delicate hands cupping my face, her thumb brushed over my cheekbone with a gentleness that nearly made my eyes sting. Her wide, beautiful eyes were shining with what looked like pure terror for us…for our future.“A raid? Xavier, o

Without a word, I snatched my phone off the dark marble island. I didn't give a damn that it was 2:00 AM. I dialed Gerald’s private line, my thumb digging into the glass with enough force to turn the joint bone-white. My pulse was a violent thud against my ribs, a dark, suffocating wave of adrenaline flooding my veins.It rang once. Twice, then three times.“Xavier?” Gerald’s voice tore through the speaker, thick with sleep and heavy with confusion. “What’s going on? I saw the news about the federal raid at headquarters…I’ve been trying to reach the legal department all night…”“You traitorous, spineless bastard!” I roared into the receiver, my voice raw and jagged, slicing through the suffocating quiet of the penthouse like a serrated blade. “How much did he pay you, Gerald? Tell me! How much did Elliot Crane l pay you to sell me out?!” A heavy, stunned silence hung on the line before Gerald snapped. “Xavier, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?”“Don't pla

The elevator doors opened with a soft, quiet hiss, exposing the vast, empty expanse of my private office floor.Rain lashed at the glass walls with a dark, relentless fury beating against fifty stories of steel and glass. The reflection looking back at me was a stranger. My jaw clamped so hard my back molars throbbed. My tie loosened, the fine Italian wool of my jacket feeling like lead across my shoulders.‘Fifty percent.’The figure burned behind my eyelids like raw acid. Fifty percent of my life’s blood, held hostage while Elliott Crane sat in his glass tower, sipping single malt, waiting to sink his teeth into my throat. But tonight isn’t about Crane…Tonight is about control, it's about marking my territory and reminding every weak-willed bastard sitting in that boardroom who built the ground beneath their pristine, custom-made shoes.I didn’t take off my coat. I didn’t pause either. My boots hit the dark hardwood, making no sound as I made my way toward the double doors at the en