The Pawn Revenge Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The pistol rested on the passenger seat, a dark promise of retribution. His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. “Let’s see if your empire saves you now, Adrain.” He started the engine, pulling out slowly, eyes locked on the headlights approaching. — The rain came down in sheets, as though the heavens themselves were warning them both to turn back. But neither of them did.

Ailina’s POV: As soon as I walked in, I saw Leon and Richard sitting in the pavilion, playing chess. After Leon dropped, he readily cheated, “I made a mistake. I made a mistake. Let’s start over.” “Grandfather, you can’t regret it!” Richard silently reminded the old naughty man. Leon didn’t care. “Nonsense!” And he dropped the piece again. Richard raised his eyebrows and said, “This step is even worse.” He also dropped a piece.

Please tell that to someone who didn't want the said man dead from the very beginning. I had done it. My revenge was complete, and I found love while at it. My gaze drifted towards my personal Hulk, hoping to see his emotionless look of relief, but his face held a look of panic instead. And it wasn't emotionless. Raw panic. He was staring at something or someone behind me. I wasn't sure, but before I could turn around to see what it was, his deep voice met my ears. "Cara, move!" And then, I was falling to the ground as another shot resounded.

I slid inside, the leather cold against my skin, and the tinted glass sealed me away from the world. I pressed my forehead against the window, watching the city blur past. My reflection stared back at me—red-eyed, broken, barely recognizable. And for the first time, I let my tears fall freely. I thought of the girl I used to be. The girl who dreamed. The girl who believed in family. The girl I was now—a girl forged in betrayal. After a while, the assistant tapped my shoulder, snapping me from my thoughts. His voice was calm, detached. “We’ve arrived.”

“You’re still thinking too small. This isn’t just about your little love triangle or your stolen money. This is about power. And you’re a pawn who’s played his part.” A pawn. The word stings, cutting deeper than I’d admit. I’ve spent years building my empire, controlling Sophia, outmaneuvering her family, only to be reduced to this? My hand twitches toward my gun, but the figure’s pistol snaps up, aimed at my chest. “Don’t,” they warn. “You’re useful alive. For now.”

The next page contains names of executives,shareholders,and long term business partners. Still nothing. Then I opened the third page. A photograph. It shows a man leaving an abandoned warehouse at night. “What is all this? Walter leaned forward. “This is Victor Kane”. The moment I heard it,a sharp pain exploded in my head Pieces of image flashes through my eyes. Darkness. Rain. Someone shouting. A deep voice says.” Victor finished it”. My breathing hitched,the image vanished as quickly as it came. Maria rushed towards me. “Miss Vivian”.

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

Aunt Maria and Aunt Nina showed up, handing me both the severance agreement and the court ruling, which described how the Zeller family's entire estate had been seized to pay off debts, while the assets in my name were protected. Aunt Maria sighed and said, "You're on your own now, Weston, as the Zeller family legacy is officially dead." I held Jean's hand and said, "I'm not alone, Aunt Maria. I have a home and a love of my own. I no longer cared about the Zeller family the moment they tried to poison me with that bottle of whiskey." Jean and I sold off everything we owned and headed for a small town on the southern coast, where we opened a cozy bar called "Rebirth."

Ronan cracked his knuckles, a vicious grin spreading across his face. “I’ve been dying to break something expensive.” I looked down at the letter, still lying on the floor. My mother’s last words. Her final gift. I bent down, picked it up, and pressed it to my heart. “For you, Mother,” I whispered. “For you.” Then I turned to the vault door. The hunt was over. The war had begun. [END OF CHAPTER 16]

But as soon as he turned around, his eyes turned dark as he smiled wickedly, "Let the game begin Xavier Knights" ~~~❤~~~ End of seventh chapter. Thankyou guys. If you like my story please vote for my story to show your appreciation.💞