All Chapters of Red Carpet Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The china shattered, fragments scattering across the floor like fallen stars. Violet stared at the destruction, her chest heaving, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. The sound of the breaking porcelain was satisfying, cathartic, a release of all the pressure that had been building inside her.She thought of the summer ahead, Daniel and Diane, Amanda's constant presence, Samuel's betrayal, and she felt something inside her harden, something that had been soft and hopeful turning to stone. She thought of Amanda's smile, that predator's smile, and she understood, finally, what it meant.When Samuel returned, he found her on her knees, picking up the pieces of the shattered cup. He didn't ask what happened. He didn't ask if she was okay. He simply looked at the mess, then looked at her, and said:"Mother's right. You should be more careful with the good china."Violet didn't look up. Her fingers closed around a jagged piece of porcelain, and for

Violet sat there for a long time, staring at nothing.The night club continued around her, a whirlwind of glittering short dress and hollow laughter, of bottles and glasses clinking in meaningless toasts, of random men and beautiful women performing their elaborate dances of ambition and desire.But Violet saw none of it. She had retreated to a quiet corner of the venue, a shadow among the shadows, and there she remained, frozen in place.She thought about Charity.She thought about herself.She thought about all the women who had come before her and would come after her, women who had been chewed up and spit out by this world of wealth and power, women who had dared to dream of something more only to have those dreams crushed beneath the weight of expectation and judgment.She thought about the endless cycle of pain and sacrifice, of hope and disappointment, of love and betrayal.And she thought about what it would take to break that cycle.The answer came to her slowly, like poison

Warning: 18+ content*****The bedroom door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the sudden silence of the penthouse.Charity felt the air shift, growing heavy with a tension that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. Her mind raced, a chaotic whirl of apprehension and an illicit, humming excitement. She remembered the conversation from a few nights ago, the way Lucas had looked at her, dark eyes hooded, voice a low vibration, when he suggested a new way to explore their boundaries.Why had she agreed to this?The question flickered through her mind, but it was drowned out by the way her pulse thrummed in her throat. He stood behind her now, his presence a wall of heat that radiated through the silk of her blouse."Turn around," he commanded.The voice wasn't the playful tone of her lover; it was the voice of a man who expected absolute compliance. Charity obeyed, her movements stiff. Lucas held a strip of black silk in his hand. The fabric shimmered under the dim a

The grandfather clock in the hallway had long since struck midnight, four hours ago, to be precise, and still, the house remained shrouded in a suffocating stillness that pressed againstCharity's chest like a physical weight. The dim light from the single lamp in the living room cast long, wavering shadows across the walls, dancing mockingly as she sat curled on the edge of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the front door.Five-year-old Baron had been asleep for hours now, his small body tangled in dinosaur-printed sheets, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in his mother's heart.Charity had checked on him twice already, smoothing back his dark hair and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, finding momentary solace in his peaceful breathing. But that solace never lasted. It never did.She glanced at her phone again. 4:17 AM. No messages. No calls. Just the hollow silence of a wife waiting for a husband who should have been home hours ago.Her teeth found her thumbnail before she c

Just before lunch, a sleek black car pulled up to the house, and Charity heard the familiar tap of Amanda's high heels against the driveway. She took a deep breath, plastered a smile on her face, and opened the door.Amanda stood on the threshold, her red lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach her cold, calculating eyes. She was elegant as always, dressed in a cream-colored suit that probably cost more than Charity's entire wardrobe, her silver hair swept up in a chignon that made her look like she'd stepped out of a magazine."Charity, darling," Amanda said, leaning in to peck her on both cheeks with those signature red lips. "It's been too long.""Amanda, welcome." Charity stepped aside, gesturing for her mother-in-law to enter. "How was the trip?""Long. Tiring." Amanda swept into the living room, her eyes scanning the space as if looking for flaws. "I must say, the traffic was simply dreadful."Charity nodded sympathetically, but her attention was drawn to the two figure