Semua Bab A Bride For Revenge : Bab 11 - Bab 20

She pushes it open. The air inside is cool and smells of expensive leather and sandalwood.Olivia doesn't turn on the lights. She uses the flashlight on her phone, the beam cutting through the dark like a blade.She isn't looking for a book. She isn't here to read. She’s looking for a seam in the wood, a keypad, a hidden latch.She drops to her knees behind Aiden’s massive mahogany desk. Her heart is a drum in her ears. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Her fingers scramble under the lip of the desk.She feels something. A small, cold metal button. Her breath hitches. This is it.Click.A small panel in the wall behind the desk slides open, revealing a digital safe. Olivia’s pulse triples. She reaches out, her hand shaking."I told you the North Wing was a sanctuary, Olivia. Not a playground."The voice comes from the shadows, low and sharp.Olivia jumps, her phone slipping from her hand and clattering onto the floor. The light spins wildly before landing on a pair of bare feet.Aiden is stan

The air in the hallway was thick with the smell of expensive perfume - a sharp, floral scent that didn't belong in the penthouse at this hour.Aiden turned slowly, his jaw tight, to face the woman who had just interrupted the interrogation of the maid.Vivian Sumall stood there, leaning against the doorframe of the guest suite.She looked perfectly polished, even in the middle of the night, wearing a silk robe that cost more than Elena’s yearly salary."Vivian," Aiden said, his voice dropping an octave into a warning. "What are you doing here at this time? My father's estate is across town.""Oh, Aiden dear," she purred. She didn't stay back. She moved into his personal space with a practiced, predatory grace.She reached out, her long, manicured finger trailing slowly down the center of his chest, tracing the line where his shirt was unbuttoned.Aiden flinches back, his expression darkening. He didn't just move away; he recoiled as if her touch was toxic."Come on," Vivian laughed, h

I killed him," he whispers. "I killed Alexander Hughes. Not with my hands. But with my medicine. Night after night. Small doses.Enough to weaken his heart. Enough to make it look like grief."Chloe's chest heaves. Tears stream down her face. She does not wipe them away."Why?"He looks up. His eyes are red. Broken."Money," he says. "Sebastian Logan offered me money. More money than I had ever seen. My wife was sick. My daughter needed surgery.I thought…." He stops. Swallows. "I thought I could save them. I thought I could do this one terrible thing and then spend the rest of my life making up for it."He looks at his hands. They are shaking."But there is no making up for murder. There is no forgiveness. There is only guilt. Every day. Every night.Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. I see him trusting me. I see him taking the pills I gave him. And I did nothing. I did nothing to stop it."Chloe wants to scream. She wants to hit him. Wants to make him feel the pain her fami

She looks at the driver. His eyes are on the rearview mirror. Watching. Waiting."Who are you?" she whispers.He does not answer.The world goes black.She wakes to darkness.Her head pounds. Her mouth is dry. Her wrists hurt. She tries to move. She cannot. Her hands are tied behind her back. Her ankles are bound to the legs of a chair.Panic rises in her chest. She forces herself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out."Mark?" she whispers.A groan. Somewhere to her left."Mark!""I'm here." His voice is thick. Groggy. "Where are we? What happened?""I do not know."She strains her eyes, trying to see. The room is empty. No windows. No furniture except the chairs they are tied to.The walls are concrete. The floor is cold. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting weak yellow light.Her purse is gone. Her phone is gone. The drive…..the recording…..is gone.Her blood runs cold."Mark, listen to me." Her voice is steady. She forces it to be steady. "We need to get out of here. We need to fin

Chapter 18: The Fragile FortressThe high-stakes world of the Logans was never just about money; it was about who could hold the leash.While Olivia sat in the wreckage of her life, the architects of her misery were busy playing a much older game.Sebastian paced his study, his face a dark shade of red.He had spent the morning in high-level meetings, but his mind was on the one person who hadn't shown up. He snatched his phone and dialed Vivian Sumall."You didn't show up, Vivian," Sebastian barked the moment she picked up. "No call. No message. You left me standing there like a fool while I was trying to close the Vanguard deal."On the other end of the line, Vivian leaned back against her headboard, a bored expression on her face that contradicted the honey-thick sweetness in her voice."Oh, don't be like that, my love," she purred, her voice dropping into a low, sultry register. "I had a bit of a... situation. But don't worry.I’ll make it up to you tonight. I’ll give you the badd