Her Second Life Of Revenge 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 8

Two years earlier. SCARLETT I woke up screaming.My hand flew to my throat before my eyes had even opened properly. I sat upright so fast that the room spun around me, my chest rising and falling in violent, shallow breaths. My fingers pressed against my neck, feeling the skin there as though I expected to find Matteo's hands still wrapped around it.For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe. I could still feel him.The pressure of his fingers.The knife.The pain tearing through my stomach.His face above mine, wet with tears as he asked me over and over again how I could do that to him."Matteo..." His name slipped from my lips.I looked around.Silence.I wasn't on the floor.There was no blood beneath me.No Valentina.No Matteo kneeling over me with murder in his eyes.I was in my bedroom.I stared around wildly, trying to force my brain to understand what I was seeing. The familiar cream-colored walls. The oversized windows. The curtains I always forgot to close properly. My dres

SCARLETT I didn't bother getting out of the car. The moment the impact settled and I realized I was still conscious, I simply sat there with both hands gripping the steering wheel. For a while, I didn't move. The front of my car had collided with another vehicle hard enough to leave my heart racing, but I barely registered the damage. My head rested against the steering wheel as the first sob escaped me. Then another followed. And another. Before I knew it, I was crying so hard that my entire body shook. My life was a complete mess. There was no better way to describe it. One moment, I had been dead. Or at least I remembered dying. I remembered every second of it with a clarity that made it impossible to dismiss as a nightmare. Valentina's body. Matteo's grief. His hands around my throat. The knife. God. The knife. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could remember the pain. That was the worst part. I could remember the exact terror of realizing that Matteo was

SCARLETT I had been staring out the window for so long that I barely noticed when the city changed around us. The roads became quieter. The traffic thinned. Buildings passed by in a blur of glass and concrete, but I wasn't really seeing any of them. My mind was somewhere else entirely. At home. The thought alone made my stomach tighten. I didn't want to go back there. I didn't want to walk into that mansion and see my grandfather. I didn't want Adrian looking at me like I had finally lost my mind. I definitely didn't want to see Matteo again. The memory of him standing in the living room flashed through my mind. My chest tightened. "Stop." Raffaele glanced at me. "What?" "Not the car." He raised an eyebrow. "That would have been useful information to lead with." I looked at him. "I don't want to go home anymore." His expression changed slightly. Not dramatically. He didn't immediately ask what was wrong or start demanding an explanation. He simply waited. I looked back

SCARLETT He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I hesitated for a second, fearing the weight of my body would be too much or that I would look ungainly. But Raffaele reached up, his hands cupping my breasts, and pulled me down. I lowered myself onto him, sliding down the length of his cock until we were flush. I began to ride him, my breasts bouncing with every movement. He watched me with an expression of pure worship, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips, helping me find the rhythm. I leaned forward, my long hair falling over both of us like a curtain, and kissed him deeply while I ground my clit against his pubic bone.As we both grew tired but remained hungry, he pulled me onto my side, spooning me from behind. He entered me again, the angle allowing him to rub his cock against my most sensitive spots. This position felt the most intimate, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest. His fingers found my clit and rubbed ever s