All Chapters of VENGEANCE IN HIS BED: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My first instinct, fueled by the adrenaline of discovery, was to take the rusted piece of metal and march straight down to the main kitchen. I wanted to see Ms. Holloway’s face and probably observe her, to see if I could catch a flicker of recognition, a widening of her eyes, anything that would confirm my suspicions. I imagined myself leaning casually against the polished counter, conversationally dropping the key onto the granite surface. The sharp clack of old iron against stone would be like a starter pistol, then I would wait to see who flinched.I was almost at the door, the key gripping tight in my white-knuckled hand, when another thought stopped me. What if it wasn't a servant? What if it was Ethan? Or what if it was a servant, and they just claimed it was an old key they lost? Playing games with the staff right now, when my heart was still pounding from the dream, felt too risky. It’s too terrifing to play detective in the lion's den.My thoughts then pivoted to Ethan, I cou

My feet barely made a sound as I darted down the corridor, holding my breath and clutching my shirt tight against my stomach. I kept checking over my shoulder, terrified that a maid or Ethan himself would turn the corner. The thick folders and stack of paper shoved under my clothes felt stiff and awkward against my skin, but I didn't stop until I burst into my bedroom.I shoved the door shut, turned the lock until it clicked into place, and rested my head against the cold wood.My heart was beating like a wild drum. Slowly, my legs gave out, and I slid all the way down to the carpeted floor. I pulled up my top and pulled out the smooth leather-bound book, the paper files, and batches of the tied envelopes, letting them spill across my lap.My hands were shaking as I smoothed down the edges of the papers. Just five minutes ago, I was standing in Ethan's study, completely alone after he had left me to handle his business downstairs.When the study door had closed behind him, I had stood

I picked up my phone and stared at the glowing screen, my brain working fast. If I was going to unmask this person, I needed to play along while drawing them out.I carefully typed out a reply, keeping it just vague enough. “I need real proof before I do anything drastic.” I pressed send and held my breath. A minute later, the screen lit up with a response. Look inside Ethan’s private suite, there is a locked inner closet where he hid all of Sarah’s clothes and personal belongings so no evidence could ever be found. Get closer to him, play your role until he trusts you enough to leave you alone in his room, then search it yourself.I typed back a quick, compliant message, “Understood. I’ll look into it.”To catch this shadow, I had to pretend a little longer. Getting into Ethan's room meant staying close to him, letting him touch me, and acting like I still enjoyed every second of it until he let his guard down completely.I looked at the number once more, it doesn’t seem like a rea

There was a call on the landline inside, Mr. Vale," Holloway said, her voice dripping with artificial deference. "The caller specifically insisted on speaking with you directly, which is why I came out to inform you."Ethan didn't move an inch away from me, his posture remained utterly untamed, his dark eyes taking a slow, deliberate second to shift from my face toward her."Take a message," he commanded coldly. "Or at least, you should have confirmed who it is before informing me."Holloway’s jaw tightened slightly, a subtle twitch of frustration breaking through her disciplined mask. "Understood, sir."She offered a stiff, shallow bow, but before turning to leave, her gaze sweeping over to me for a second. She threw me a filthy, lingering side-eye, one brimming with unadulterated venom. Instead of looking away, I let a slow, satisfied smirk touch my lips, deliberately holding her gaze until she turned on her heel and retreated down the dark stone path. If her pathetic, inherited obs

Ethan slowly stepped away from the door and walked towards me. He did not look angry, his expression possessed a terrifying, dangerous calmness, anchored by an unyielding dominance that commanded every fraction of the space.I sat frozen in the high-backed leather chair, still clutching my soaked, ruined lace panties in my fist, my chest heaving with erratic breaths. Panic clawed at my throat as I tried to cobble together a shred of dignity."I... I came looking for the Advil you mentioned," I stammered, my voice trembling as I attempted to find an anchor in the lie. "My head was hurting from falling asleep at the desk, and…"He did not break his stride, he just walked straight across the Persian rug toward the desk, his dark eyes never leaving mine. He stopped just at the edge of the wood, looking down past the surface at my bare legs exposed beneath the flowy flare of my skirt. A slow, knowing smirk touched the corner of his mouth, completely dismantling my feeble excuse."An intere