Todos os capítulos de Red Carpet Revenge: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The gravel of the driveway groaned beneath the tires of the Klassen, a sound like grinding bone.The Cassian chateau loomed out of the morning mist, a monolith of grey limestone and uneven spires that seemed to point at the pale sky. It was not just a home; it was a fortress of ancestral arrogance, designed to make anyone who approached feel small, insignificant, and entirely unwelcome.Charity felt the fabric of her black dress cling to her, a second skin of silk and shadow. The dress was a masterpiece of minimalist provocation, featuring a plunging neckline that defied gravity and a slit that climbed dangerously high up her thigh.Paige had it delivered a day before and she couldn't complain. He said Lucas had it commissioned at a promising luxurious brand in Germany. Changing clothes will only hurt his ego, she guessed.Beside her, Lucas remained a silent anchor of intensity. He didn't look at the estate with nostalgia or warmth. His gaze was an indifferent scan, his jaw set in a l

The door had barely clicked shut behind them before Charity's composure shattered. She spun on Lucas with the fury of a storm finally breaking, her fists connecting with his broad chest in rapid succession. The impact reverberated through her arms, but she didn't care and didn't stop, even as her knuckles protested against the unyielding wall of muscle beneath his shirt. "You!" she hissed, her voice a volatile mixture of mortification and rage. The moment they had entered the guest room, he had moved with the fluid precision of a predator, pushing her onto the bed, his body covering hers before she could draw breath to protest. His hand had slid beneath her dress with deliberate slowness, past the dampened fabric of her underwear, his fingers finding that sensitive place that made her gasp, made her squirm, made her body betray every rational thought in her head. The worst part wasn't what he'd done. It was how her body had responded. Lucas caught her wrists with infuriating ea

The terrace had grown quiet in the way that only late mornings could manage, that suspended breath between the heat of the day and the cool of evening, when even the birds seemed to pause and consider whether it was worth singing at all.Charity sat alone at the wrought-iron table, the remnants of her grape juice catching the light like liquid garnet, and tried to convince herself that the unease crawling up her spine was nothing more than the villa's shadows playing tricks on her imagination.It wasn't working.Katherine's words still left in the air like smoke, refusing to dissipate no matter how many times Charity told herself she was being dramatic."Sir Ivan will wait. He'll watch. He'll learn everything about you."She reached for her glass, then stopped. The condensation had left a perfect ring on the table, a small, circular ghost of where her drink had been.It reminded her of something, though she couldn't quite say what. A noose, perhaps. Or a target."Stop it," she told he

Charity's brain short-circuited.It was a complete system failure, neurons misfiring, synapses collapsing, the entire electrical grid of her mind going dark like a city during a blackout.She stood frozen in the doorway of her cozy room, her mouth slightly agape, watching as Lucas Cassian, the billionaire, brooding enigma, and apparently her new roommate, strolled past her with the casual confidence of a man who owned not just the building but possibly the entire zip code."What? How can you just do that?" She was furious and didn't even try to hide it. Her voice climbed an octave, teetering somewhere between indignation and outright screech. "This is my room. Mine. As in, the room that belongs to me. The room where I sleep. Alone. By myself. Without billionaire intruders!"Lucas didn't even glance back. He simply continued his survey of the wide bedroom with the detached interest of a man inspecting a property he was considering purchasing, which, knowing him, he probably already had

Amanda stepped over the threshold without waiting for an invitation, her perfume, something expensive and overpowering, roses and darker underneath, filling the entryway. She looked around the house with an expression of mild disdain, as if finding it acceptable but not impressive.Violet stood frozen, her hand still resting on the door handle she'd pulled open moments ago. The evening had already been a disaster, Samuel's accusations, the tension that had settled between them like a third person in their marriage, and now this. Amanda Collins, in the flesh, sweeps into their home like she owned it."I was in the area," Amanda continued, removing her gloves one finger at a time.Each deliberate movement seemed designed to draw attention to her perfectly manicured hands, the enormous diamond on her ring finger catching the light."I thought I'd stop by. See how my son is doing." Her eyes landed on Violet again, sweeping over her with clinical precision. "And his... wife."The pause bef