All Chapters of A Game Of Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ ROY LAYNE ~•The intoxication that woman held for Lucien was infuriating me. How intensely she stared at him, filled with oh-so-damn admiration.And to break that rhythm of hers, I gave her the punishment I found befitting.An hour had passed, the shoot was done. Everyone had left except for me as I was sharing a drink with Lucien who chuckled at my wicked smirk.“Aren't you going to leave?” He asked casually, offering me a drink.“No, let her wait outside and realize…” Taking a sip of my drink, I returned a determined glance, enunciating darkly to piss him off.“That she is my prey,”Clicking his glass against mine, he returned the same expression and counter-questioned.“But the question remains- for how long?”“Accept it, brother, you are going to lose for the first time,” I winked, inclining on the stool nearby. As much of a lethal man he had become, I doubt he had faced defeat to which he chuckled in return.“Winning and losing are a part of life, I have lost countless times

~ GARNET BETH ~•I was at work after dealing with the routine for Mr. Layne as if he was using work for distraction, for a change I guess.After attending three meetings, Compiling expense reports and answering phones and routing calls, it was still afternoon.“Huff, time has frozen today,” I sighed.Pinching the bridge of my nose after finishing my sandwich as there was some time left.I decided to relax a little bit before preparing the financial statement. Sighing, I was humming to myself until I heard a knock on the door with my eyes closed.Not expecting company for the next sweet minutes, I groaned, “Mr. Layne is busy for the next two hours-”“I am not here for him,”My eyes shot open as I found none other Lucien there.Looking undeniably handsome with his hands in his pocket and leaning against the doorframe, evoking a tingling in my body.“So, on a lunch break?” He chuckled, lifting his hat a little as a sign of his greeting.“Yeah.” I nodded shyly, clearing my throat and hopi

It had been a while since that intimidating action of his which always startled me whenever I think about it. After that, I kept my distance, I avoided talking too much and standing close to Mr. Layne.‘I shouldn’t have overlooked our differences. But, his brother should have stayed away too! Why do I get berated only?!’Whenever he was near, my heart pounded in dread, drowning in unexplainable urge of distance. ‘Also I never thought my first scolding at the office won’t be about work but about a flirty matter,’ And by all means, I needed this job, I couldn’t get fired over some attraction. My career was more important than Lucien.Amid those messy thoughts, I suddenly remembered that I promised Eri that I shall pay a visit.“Oh, shit,”I quickly finished my file and went to Mr. Layne's office to get a short leave. I knocked and his voice came, "Come in," When I entered, he was engrossed in his work. I walked closer and put the files on the table."I have checked all these files,

It had been over a month since my joining as Mr. Layne’s personal assistant. Everything was going pretty well, except for Mr. Layne's constant mocks about my personal life and intentionally pissing me off. Apart from his captivating gazes preying upon me for unknown reasons, I had no complaints from him as during work, nothing else matters to him thankfully. For someone who refused to work in coordination with his Father and was determined to break his father’s empire, he poured all his efforts for that."Finish this file here." He said handing me the file without looking up, engrossed in his world as if nothing else existed.“Yes, Sir.” I nodded and sat on the sofa and began to read it until a melodious voice came, breaking his rhythm, pissing him off immensely."Roy~" A voice cooed in the room. I looked up and saw Patricia, another famous model of our campaign coming inside after knocking. "I am busy, Patricia. Come by later." He said monotonously, without looking at her, not

It was vacuous of me to not realize his motive. My heart was beating at an abnormal pace. My mind was filled with nothing but apprehensive thoughts, with consternation of not knowing his malevolent intentions before. “Dammit, dammit, dammit.” I whispered under my breath, shaking my one leg violently, ruining the stylist’s concentration."You look stressed." The stylist asked. Yes, he sent a stylist along with a dress for me to get ready. Feeling utterly scared, I gulped hard. “Please continue,”Understanding now that he was doing all I considered ‘pissing me off’ just to take revenge upon me by making me miserable. To make me feel the sensation of the touch I rejected by a slap over and over again. God. Damn. Slap. “Is it done yet?”“Almost, please stop shaking,”“Oh, sorry about that,” ‘In the desperate need of money, I signed the contract, he knew, he used it against me. He played his card flawlessly.’And now I was stuck, bounding myself with him for the next three years a