All Chapters of Revenge Looks Good In Gucci : Chapter 91
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Godfather's debt
The room went silent the moment Teacher’s eyes settled on Celeste. He studied her with unsettling calm, like a predator who’d finally cornered wounded prey. Then he smirked. “Not so bad,” he said finally. “Not as bad as my boys described.”Celeste froze. “Your boys?”Teacher tilted his head, amused by her confusion. “Yes, Celeste. My boys. You didn’t actually think they were yours, did you?”Her face hardened. “They swore loyalty to me.”“They swore loyalty to power,” Teacher replied. His voice was silk, but his eyes gleamed sharp. “You had power once. Not anymore. Without me, you wouldn’t have lived past that warehouse. You’d be rotting in the ground beside Chris. Instead, I made sure your name disappeared. I covered your tracks. While you were being flown from one country to another, I made sure no one traced a single trail back to you. So, yes, Celeste, your boys, your safety, your survival...you owe all that to me.”Celeste’s jaw tightened. “I don’t owe you anything. I paid my d
Lust Mixed With Danger
Antonio’s back hit the sheets with a grunt. Irene straddled him, her hair wild and her nails digging into his chest. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down harder as his jaw clenched. “Fuck,” he groaned, breath ragged. “You ride like the devil.”She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “Say it louder.”He bucked beneath her, forcing her gasp. “None of them...none of those women I’ve been with...ever rode me like this. You’re insane.”She laughed, breathless. “So the almighty Antonio finally admits it? Behind your walls of arrogance, you’re still shocked I can break you in bed.”Antonio smirked, flipping her to the side, his weight pressing down. He stared into her eyes, lips curling.“Who would’ve thought the Prime Minister’s perfect daughter is a monster in bed? The media worships your clean image, but in here…” He thrust again, making her moan. “…you’re filthier than every whore I’ve paid for.”She moaned into his shoulder, biting it. “And you love every second of it. D
Elephant in The Room
Xavier’s study was quiet except for the sound of the clock ticking on the far wall. Amber stepped in, her heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. She looked around, noting the glass of whiskey half-finished on the table, the papers scattered, the way Xavier leaned against the desk like he’d been waiting for hours. “Amber,” he said, his voice low but warm. “Xavier,” she replied softly, adjusting her jacket as she walked closer. “You sounded urgent when you called. What’s going on?”He studied her face, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “First, tell me. How have you been? How’s London?”Amber exhaled, easing into the chair opposite him. “London is… good. Busy and different from how I left.” She smirked faintly. “I’m still getting used to being the one in charge. Having power, people listening to me, and Obeying me.” She paused, her expression softening. “But I’ll confess, it’s intoxicating.”Xavier chuckled. “I can imagine. Power is a drug, once you taste it, you can’t sto
Shadows on the Road
The low vibration of the SUV filled the silence. Amber sat in the backseat, scrolling distractedly through her phone, when she noticed Dominic, her driver, adjusting the rearview mirror again.“Dominic,” she said sharply. “Why do you keep doing that?”His hands tightened on the wheel. “Don’t panic, Lady Amber. But I think that black sedan has been trailing us since we left Mr. Xavier’s.”Amber froze. Her phone slipped from her hand. “Trailing us? Are you sure?”Dominic nodded, his voice low and steady. “Yes. I’ve switched lanes three times. They switched too, maintaining same distance, and speed. They’re glued to us.”Amber’s pulse kicked as she leaned forward. “Step on it. Make sure you lose them.”“Yes, ma'am.” Dominic pressed the accelerator. The SUV roared down the half-empty road. Behind them, the black sedan surged too, closing the gap.Amber cursed under her breath. “Xavier tried to warned me minutes after I left his house. He said Antonio and Irene might come for me.”“Then th
You're On Your own
Antonio’s study reeked of cigar smoke. The dim lights cast sharp shadows across his face as he stood by the desk, fists pressed against the polished desk. Irene sat at the edge of a chair, legs crossed, arms folded tightly against her chest. Three of her hired men stood near the door, heads bowed, avoiding Antonio’s eyes.Antonio’s voice rang across the quiet room before anyone could talk.“You’ve been with me how long, Irene? How long?” He slammed his palm on the desk, making one of the men flinch. “And yet you still haven’t learned! When I plan an attack, I don’t fail. I don’t! So tell me, why would you dare move without me?”Irene shifted uncomfortably, scared of the change in Antonio’s voice but she still held her chin high as she answered him. “Don’t twist this on me, Antonio. It wasn’t my fault, it was those useless men.” She threw a sharp look toward the men. “They were supposed to corner her and get her without mistakes.”One of the men bristled. “With all due respect, ma'am,
Old Flames, New Wounds
Amber stormed into Xavier’s living room fuming, she was driven straight to Xavier’s after his men came to rescue her. Xavier’s men lingered at the door, waiting for orders, but one sharp glance from him sent them leaving the room with speed.Amber turned on him, her voice trembling with anger.“This is all your fault, Xavier! Every bit of it.”Xavier frowned, unbuttoning his jacket slowly as if to steady himself. “My fault? I just saved your life. Or did you forget those men at the church?”Amber’s laugh was hollow, bitter. “You didn’t save me. You endangered me! You opened the door to this chaos when you welcomed Celeste back. She should have stayed dead, Xavier. Dead! Now Antonio is after me, for what? What is my role in this?"Xavier’s jaw clenched. “Don’t say that.”“Why not?” Amber shot back, eyes blazing. “Chris is dead because of her. Dead! And now look at me... I can’t even drive home without being hunted. Do you realize what you’ve dragged me into again?”Xavier stepped close
No Regrets, No Escape
Amber stirred, her head resting against the firm pillow, her body still warm from the night before. For the first time in weeks, her chest wasn’t heavy with fear or regret.Xavier was still asleep beside her, arm flung carelessly over his chest, his breathing steady. His face looked calmer than she had ever seen it. There was no scowl, no storm in his eyes. Just peace.Amber whispered, almost to herself, “So this is what trouble mixed with peace feels like.”Xavier’s eyes opened slowly. He caught her staring. “Enjoying the view?”Amber smirked. “Oh please! Don’t flatter yourself.”He reached over, brushed his fingers across her hair. “You can't even deny it..." He stared into her eyes as worry suddenly flooded his heart. "Hey, no regrets?”She shook her head. “None. Don’t make it awkward, Xavier. Remember that was what we agreed.”He leaned closer, his voice low. “Good. Because I wasn’t planning on awkward, I was planning on more.”Amber laughed softly. “Now you're being greedy.”“Thi
The Wrong Side Of Power
The Prime Minister’s study was quiet with the weight of power heavy in the air. Irene burst through the doors, her heels clicking against the polished floor.“Father, I need you,” she said breathlessly, slamming the door shut behind her.The Prime Minister didn’t look up immediately. He adjusted his glasses, eyes still scanning the papers in front of him. When he finally raised his head, his face was stern. “What is it this time, Irene?”Her chest heaved. “The men I sent almost caught Amber, but it failed. And now Antonio’s furious, he’s blaming me for everything.”He leaned back, his voice calm but cutting. “And why should that concern me? You made your choices.”Irene’s mouth fell open. “Father, don’t start. This isn’t the time to lecture me.”“On the contrary,” he said, setting his pen down, “this is the perfect time. Do you even realize what you’ve become since you started hanging around that man? Antonio has dragged you into the mud, Irene. You are in the news every other week fo
Silent War
Xavier sat across from the Prime Minister, his posture sharp, and eyes unreadable. The air between them was stiff and dangerous.The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. “So, Mr. Xavier Lancelot, that settles our agreement on the port contracts.”Xavier gave a curt nod. “Yes. We also make profits on both ends, that's efficient and clean. Just the way I like it.”“Good. Very good.” The Prime Minister’s lips curved faintly. “You’ve always been a man of precision. That’s why I respected you when we first met. And I must say, Xavier, you’ve grown sharper with time. You remind me of myself when I was younger.”Xavier offered a polite smile. “That’s generous of you, sir. I only try to keep the business intact.”“Business,” the Prime Minister repeated slowly, drumming his fingers on the table. “Yes… but family is the true foundation. Don’t you agree? You know, I once thought we would become family.”Xavier adjusted his cufflinks, already knowing where the conversation
The Mysterious Picture
Lisa sat on the couch, arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes flashing irritation as she watched Xavier step inside. He looked as if he belonged in another world entirely with his tailored suit, polished shoes and calm authority radiating from him. It was impossible for her to come in terms with the change.“This place…” Lisa’s voice broke the silence, sharp and bitter. “It doesn’t suit me. You know it doesn’t.”Xavier glanced around, expression unreadable. “It suits Emerald. That’s what matters.”Lisa scoffed. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have to live here. You don’t have to look the neighbors in the eye when they whisper. You don’t have to feel the stares when people remember who I used to be.”“You don’t need to impress anybody, Lisa.” His tone was calm, deliberate. “The old lifestyle... it nearly destroyed you. Leave it behind.”Lisa’s eyes narrowed. “So this is my punishment? Stripped of everything? Stuck in this hole?”“It’s not a punishment, it’s survival.” Xavier’s gaze