All Chapters of Red Carpet Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

The evening air carried the lingering sweetness of summer blossoms as Charity and Desmond made their way through the labyrinthine corridors of the studio lot toward the parking area.Their laughter echoed off the concrete walls, bouncing between them like a shared secret, and Charity found herself clutching Desmond's arm for support as another wave of giggles overtook her.The young man had just finished recounting his disastrous attempt at making soufflé for his grandmother's birthday, and the mental image of him covered in flour while smoke billowed from the oven was simply too much to bear."You should have seen her face," Desmond wheezed, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine mirth. "She just looked at the kitchen, then back at me, then at the kitchen again, and said, 'Desmond, darling, perhaps we should stick to ordering takeout for special occasions.'"Charity threw her head back, her laughter ringing clear and bright through the nearly empty parking structure. "I canno

Lucas had spent his entire life learning to control his impulses, to channel his anger and his darkness into productive avenues, to never allow his emotions to dictate his actions.He had become a master of restraint, a man who could face any provocation with icy composure and calculated response. And yet, here he was, standing over a sleeping woman in her own home, feeling a surge of something dangerously close to possessiveness at the mere thought of another man showing her kindness.He snorted softly, shaking his head at his own absurdity."Fool," he murmured under his breath, though whether he was speaking to himself or to some unseen observer, he couldn't say.He pulled the blanket up to Charity's chin, his fingers brushing against her shoulder with a gentleness that would have shocked anyone who knew him. Then, without looking back, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.The night was still young, and there was work to be done.The next mornin

"I don't even know where to start," Charity stammered, her hand gesturing vaguely toward the row of mannequins that stood before her like silent sentinels draped in unimaginable luxury.Her voice had taken on that particular pitch it always did when she was completely out of her depth, somewhere between a nervous laugh and a squeak of pure panic."This is too much. I feel like I'm stealing. Like at any moment security is going to burst through that door and drag me out with my very reasonably priced earrings."She punctuated the statement by touching one of the aforementioned earrings, a pair of delicate silver hoops she'd purchased from a street vendor a year ago for the princely sum of twelve dollars. They felt impossibly inadequate in this room, surrounded by silk and cashmere and fabrics whose names she couldn't even pronounce.Lucas didn't look up from the tablet he was studying, his long fingers swiping across the screen with the kind of casual authority that came from a lifetim

The room had transformed into something altogether different from the elegant showroom it had been moments before. The air itself seemed to have thickened, growing heavy with an unspoken tension that pressed against Charity's skin like a physical weight.She stood frozen near the dressing screen, her fingers still trembling from the last encounter, watching as Lucas moved through the space with the controlled grace of a man who had decided to abandon all pretense of restraint.He was no longer leaning against the door with that casual, almost bored demeanor he wore like armor. Instead, he stood in the center of the room, having discarded his jacket somewhere in the chaos of the past hour, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, corded forearms that spoke of power and control in equal measure.The muscles beneath his skin shifted with each subtle movement, and Charity found herself transfixed by the sight of him, the way his posture had grown ri