Sweetest Revenge : falling for my ex's father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 1 : The Betrayal(Zara POV)Ryan never left his door unlocked.That was the first thing that felt wrong.I stood outside his apartment for a second longer than necessary, staring at the slightly open door, my fingers tightening around my phone. His car was parked outside. I had seen it myself. And yet, ten minutes ago, he had told me he wasn’t home.Pushing the door open slowly, I stepped inside. The living room was empty, but faint music drifted from down the hallway. It was soft at first, almost easy to ignore, but as I moved further in, it grew louder, clearer.Maybe he had rushed out. Maybe he forgot to lock up.“Ryan?” I calledNo answer.I walked toward his bedroom, each step slower than the last. The music grew louder, but it wasn’t the only thing I could hear anymore.Voices.I stopped just outside the door, my hand hovering over the handle. A woman’s voice filtered through.Soft, familiar. Too familiar.“Ryan… when are we going to tell her?” she asked quietly. “We don

Chapter 3 : Dangerous Attraction(Dominic POV)“Yes,” she said.For a brief moment, I thought I had misheard her. I almost told her to forget it, to walk away while she still could, because she looked too young to be making a decision like this with a man like me.But then she looked up again, steady and certain, and whatever restraint I had left slipped quietly out of reach.I studied her face, searching for hesitation, for doubt, for anything that would give me an excuse to stop this before it started. I found none. If anything, she seemed more certain than she had a few seconds ago.Interesting.“Well then,” I said quietly.I took her hand and guided her off the dance floor.We didn’t speak much as we walked out of the club. The noise faded behind us, replaced by the cool night air as soon as the doors opened. My car was already waiting at the curb, and the driver stepped out the moment he saw me.I opened the back door and glanced at her. “After you.”She slid in without hesitati

Chapter 5 : The Weight of Coming Back(Dominic POV)I left the bar without looking back, but Zara stayed with me anyway.By the time I stepped into the penthouse, the city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls, traffic moving in silent patterns far below. Everything looked exactly as it always did. Yet the air felt heavier, charged with something I couldn’t quite name.I poured myself a drink the moment I walked in, more ritual than need and carried it to the window. The glass stayed untouched in my hand as I stared out.I told her we would pretend it never happened.The words had sounded clean when I said them. Reasonable. Necessary.She was Ryan’s ex-girlfriend. If I had known that from the beginning, none of it would have occurred. I wouldn’t have taken her home. I wouldn’t have pinned her against the wall of the hotel suite. I wouldn’t have buried myself inside her while she trembled and moaned my name like she’d been waiting for it all night.I took a slow sip, letti

Chapter 7 : School, Shift, Survival(Zara POV)The next morning felt like any other, at least on the surface. I got dressed, packed my bag, and went to lectures like nothing had shifted inside me. I sat in the back row, opened my notebook, and wrote down everything the lecturer said, even though my mind kept drifting somewhere else entirely. It was easier to keep my head down and follow a routine than to sit still long enough to actually think about everything that had happened.Jane found me between classes, exactly where she expected me to be.“How was last night?” she asked, falling into step beside me.“Fine,” I said, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.She gave me a look that clearly said she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push. That was one of the things I appreciated about her. She knew when to stop asking.“Alright,” she said after a moment. “If you say so.”I nodded, grateful for the silence that follo

Chapter 9 : Jane’s Floor and a Ringing Phone(Zara POV)I didn’t really think about where I was going when I left that house. I just walked until my legs burned and the weight of the two bags felt unbearable. The second suitcase dragged against the pavement with every step, a constant, dull reminder that everything I owned now fit into two pieces of luggage.It took me longer than it should have to admit the truth.I had nowhere else to go.My father’s house was no longer mine. My job was gone. Every fragile piece of stability I had scraped together had collapsed in a single night. I stopped once on the sidewalk, staring at my phone like it might magically offer another option. It didn’t.Only one name came to mind.Jane.I called her before I could talk myself out of it.She answered almost immediately. “Zara?”“I’m coming to you,” I said.A short pause. “Right now?”