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Chapter 12 : “Gossip”
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The Revenge Club Chapter 13 : “A New Player”
*Roanne’s POV*The elegant suit composed by a pencil skirt and a very silky blouse, hung there, like a second skin, its emerald green hue a promise of lush secrets unfolding beneath. Intricate lace adorned its length, the threadwork an ode to the delicate dance that awaited me at The Velvet Room. Lizzie's deft fingers brushed against my skin as she helped me slip into the silkiness, her presence both comforting and conspiratorial."Roanne, you look..." Lizzie trailed off, her eyes wide with something akin to awe or perhaps envy."Like someone who doesn't belong," I breathed out, my nerves jangling like the fine gold chain I clasped around my neck. This wasn't just fabric draping my body; it was armor, fortifying me for the battle ahead. “Why would they have to dress all like this anyway?”"Stop," Lizzie snapped gently, her tone allowing no room for self-doubt. "You belong wherever you damn please. And just so you know, wearing elegant suits is also like armor, the better you dres
The Revenge Club Chapter 14 : “Crossing Lines”
*Roanne’s POV*The lake's glassy surface mirrored the waning light, shards of the dying day dancing across its gentle ripples. Michael and I claimed the secret haven, a secluded table nestled in the corner, nature's whispering embrace encircling us with an intimacy that felt both daring and dangerous."Quite the view," he murmured, his voice a smooth caress against the backdrop of rustling leaves and distant birdsong."Michael," I began, a name now laden with complexities I was only beginning to unravel. "I never imagined—""Shh," he interrupted, a single finger raised to his lips, eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's savor the silence for just a moment longer."Despite the tranquil setting, my skin prickled with an electric current of curiosity about him. As I feigned calm, my gaze betrayed me, flitting around, searching… seeking Aaron. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was still here, lurking in the shadows, watching. But no, there was only absence—a void where his presence
The Revenge Club Chapter 15 : “Control”
*Aaron’s POV*The Velvet Room loomed before me, its grandeur casting shadows. The street lights flickered, their dim glow. My fingers, steady despite the chill in the air, dialed Blake’s number, the familiar motions setting my pulse on a quicker march."Blake," I barked into the phone as soon as the line connected, my voice cutting through the night's stillness with an edge sharpened by frustration. "I need you to dig up everything you can on Michael Morgan."On the other end, a pause, then Blake's voice, calm, measured, the sound of reliability itself. "Michael Morgan? The rich kid who’s been circling the club?""Exactly him. There's something off about the guy." I paced, restless energy coursing through me. The sleek surface of the club's door reflected a distorted image of my tense form back at me. "I want his dirty laundry, Blake. And I want it yesterday.""Consider it done, Aaron," Blake replied, his assurance slicing through my escalating tension. "I'll get you what you ne
The Revenge Club Chapter 16 : “Inebriating”
*Roanne’s POV*The throb behind my eyelids was a relentless drum, pounding in sync with the pulse that hammered at my temples. I groaned, an involuntary sound that felt alien to me, as my mind fought to surface from the depths of a murky ocean. My tongue felt swollen, heavy against the dry roof of my mouth."Water..." The word scraped out, barely audible."Here." The voice cut through the fog, and I blinked open my eyes to see Aaron, his silhouette blurred against the stark light filtering through the blinds."Thanks," I rasped, accepting the glass with trembling hands. The liquid coolness was a lifeline as it slid down my parched throat."Slowly," he instructed, a note of command threading his tone—a subtle reminder of the power play always present.I squinted at him, the action pulling at the tender skin around my eyes. He was seated, all casual authority, in a chair that had been dragged close to my bed. His presence was both commanding and incongruous; this room had never p
The Revenge Club Chapter 17 : “Drugged”
*Roanne’s POV*It didn’t happen, that is what he wanted me to believe. My body was feverish yet he wanted to forget what he just did.The warmth of his embrace and touch was still a tangible presence around me, when a rap at the door shattered the fragile shield Aaron had shared. He stiffened, and with a last glance at me, he disentangled himself from our tangle of limbs and crossed the room to answer."Blake," he said tersely as he swung the door open. The scent of roasted coffee beans wafted into the room, and there stood Blake, his hands cradling the lifeline of caffeine and pain relief. His solemn nod toward me suggested this was more than a mere courtesy call."Brought what you asked," Blake said to Aaron, holding out the steaming cup and a small bottle of aspirin. Looking beyond him, I saw no traces of the early morning light; the world outside felt as distant as my grasp on the events that led to this moment."Thanks." My voice was a hoarse whisper, but it carried the wei
The Revenge Club Chapter 18 : “The Public Opinion”
*Roanne’s POV*I slid into the wooden desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the feverish throb of my pulse. My fingers clutched the pen with a sense of urgency that belied the calm I projected, note-taking a futile attempt at normalcy. The professors' speech melded into the background hum of my thoughts, each word heavy with the secrets that now lined my pockets like stones."Questions?" The professor's voice punctured my reverie, and I jerked upright, eyes darting across the room, masks of indifference mirroring my own."None?" He seemed almost disappointed, packing his notes with a flourish. The class dispersed, the scrape of chairs against linoleum echoing my internal disarray."Roanne," the whisper of my name snaked through the corridor as I gathered my books. Michael leaned casually against the doorframe, his presence commanding the space with an ease that spoke of lineage and entitlement, and for that same reason, eyes flickered toward us."Waiting for me?" My voice s
The Revenge Club Chapter 19 : “The Watchful King”
*Aaron’s POV*The room hummed with a clandestine electricity, the glow of multiple screens casting a spectral dance across Jake's face as he hunched over the keyboard. The hacker I enlisted was a ghost in the machine, fingers flying over keys with a deft urgency."Got anything?" My voice cut through the buzzing silence, a note of impatience betraying my calm exterior."Initial sweep's done," Jake murmured, eyes not leaving the screen. "There's a trail, but it's murky—like wading through a swamp of shell companies and dead-ends.""Show me." I moved closer, the scent of stale coffee and cold ambition mingling in the charged air. The data on the screen flickered like a morse code of secrets, each byte a breadcrumb leading to Violet's enigmatic past.Jake pointed at clusters of information, his explanation terse. "Family ties are complex. Seems every strand leads back to Europe—some serious money, potentially dirty.""Potentially?" My gaze hardened as I scanned the encrypted data,
The Revenge Club Chapter 20 : “A New Club Member”
*Roanne’s POV*The weekly meeting of the Revenge Club should feel like a heady mix of tension and triumph, but tonight, the air was electric with the scent of victory. I slipped into the dimly lit room, my pulse quickening as Violet stood before us, her presence commanding silence from every corner."Congratulations," she purred, her voice silk over steel. "Your appetites for justice were well fed this week." The others cheered, their faces flushed with satisfaction. I clapped along, trying to mirror their enthusiasm despite the knot in my stomach.I looked around, trying to find Michael in any corner, remembering he and I would have a date tomorrow, but he was nowhere to be found, and I felt a bit disappointed."Roanne," Violet's eyes flicked to me, casual yet sharp as knives. "Your report?"I swallowed hard, the taste of fear mingling with the musk of ambition in my throat. "Progress... has been made," I began, willing my voice not to shake. "But there have been... setbacks."V
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