All Chapters of Revenge Looks Good In Gucci : Chapter 121
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I've Got You Mom
He woke to the sound of something glass crashing. His eyes shot open, heart thundering in his chest. For a moment, he thought it was part of the dream he had been having. But then came the sound again, and this time a thud, followed by a sharp cry.He threw the blanket aside and scrambled out of bed. The screams pierced through the thin walls, each one shredding him inside. His mother’s voice.“Mum!” he yelled, running barefoot down the corridor.The door to her room was slightly open, swinging from the force of a blow inside. He pushed it wide and froze at the sight before him. Fredy had his mother by the arm, yanking her like a rag doll, his fists landing heavy and merciless.“Stop!” Xavier shouted, his voice breaking.Fredy turned, eyes blazing, face twisted in rage. “Get the hell out of here, boy!”Xavier didn’t move. He darted forward, fists clenched, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He swung at Fredy’s side, hitting him with all the strength his small frame could muster. It
Our Little Secret
The sharp smell of antiseptic stung Xavier’s nose the moment the stretcher rolled through the hospital doors. Everything around him was loud and chaotic with footsteps slapping against the tiled floor, nurses barking orders, machines beeping, but all he could hear was the rasp of his mother’s breathing.“Careful with her head,” one of the neighbors said as they wheeled her into an empty room.Xavier ran beside the stretcher, holding tightly onto her hand. His palms were clammy, his heart refusing to calm. He kept whispering her name as though his voice alone could anchor her to consciousness.They stopped in a small ward. A nurse in a crisp uniform rushed over, pulling gloves on. She bent to examine Martha, frowning as her eyes traveled from the bruises on her face to the fresh scrape along her temple.“Young man, you’ll need to step aside,” she told Xavier.“I’m not leaving her,” Xavier shot back, his voice hoarse from crying.The nurse looked at him and her sternness softened. “Alri
August Visitor
The knock was sharp and impatient.Martha pulled the thin blanket tighter around her shoulders as she shuffled to the door. Her cheap hotel room smelled faintly of old cigarettes and disinfectant, and the air conditioner rattled weakly above. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Not here. Not in this part of town.When she opened the door, the last person she expected to see stood before her, a tall, elegant woman in a fitted coat, heels clicking against the hallway tile. Her hair was neatly pinned back, her lipstick flawless, her eyes sharp. She looked like she belonged in a five-star lobby, not this rundown hotel.“Uh… you must have the wrong door,” Martha muttered.The woman smiled faintly and stepped forward as though invited. “I don’t think I do.”Martha blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”“Lock the door,” the woman said calmly, sweeping past her into the dim room. “We need to talk.”Martha hesitated. “Who the hell are you?”“Irene.” She sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, crossing her
On Your Side
The front desk was already in chaos as Martha caused a scene in Xavier’s building when she was blocked from gaining entrance.“Please! I said I need to see him!” Martha’s voice rose over the security guards trying to hold her back. “You don’t understand, this is important!”“Ma’am, you cannot come in without an appointment. We've been asked not to let you in after the last time.” One of the guards stepped in front of her.“I don’t need an appointment to see my son!” she shouted, her hands clutching her worn handbag like a weapon.“Ma’am... I'm warning you.”The raised voices carried across the reception area. A few staff peeked from their cubicles, whispering. Just as one guard reached for Martha’s arm, another voice cut through the tension.“That's enough.”Amber’s heels clicked against the polished floor as she approached. Every eye followed her. She didn’t raise her voice, but the authority in her tone was enough to make both guards step back.“What’s happening here?” she asked.“S
The Puppet Master
“I’ve got something,” Irene said with her silky tone.Antonio’s study was dimly lit, just a single lamp casting shadows across the room. Irene leaned against the edge of his desk, her long legs crossed deliberately, her eyes fixed on him with that sly, knowing glimmer. Antonio didn’t look up immediately. He poured himself a drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. “You always ‘have something' and half the time, it’s nothing.”“This isn’t nothing.” She leaned forward. “I found her. A woman who claims to be Xavier’s mother.”That got his attention. Antonio finally lifted his head, his sharp eyes narrowing. “His mother?”“Yes.” Irene’s smile widened. “Not just some woman. The woman. With a past… disturbing enough to make your skin crawl. She practically admitted she could give me all the dirt Xavier has been burying since he was a child. And for the right price? She’ll spill everything.”Antonio sipped his drink. No reaction. “Disturbing past and dirty secrets, sounds like a so
A Dangerous Welcome
The airport had been quiet when Xavier and Clifford arrived. The night air in Spain was cool, carrying that faint salty breeze from the coast. They didn’t waste time, dragging their suitcases behind them until they spotted the car they’d requested waiting just outside.The driver didn’t say much when they got in. A nod, a clipped “hotel?” and then silence.At first, Xavier didn’t pay attention because he was tired, his head still pounding from all the drama back in New York. Clifford, too, was scrolling on his phone. But twenty minutes into the ride, Xavier leaned forward and frowned.“Wait,” he said, glancing at the GPS on his own phone. “This isn’t the route. He should’ve turned left five minutes ago.”Clifford looked up, checked his own map, and cursed under his breath.“Hey, amigo,” Clifford said sharply. “You missed a turn. The hotel’s back there.”The driver’s eyes stayed fixed on the road. He didn’t blink, didn’t speak, didn’t even acknowledge them.“Did you hear me?” Clifford
Too Late For Broken Promises
The private lounge smelled of leather, tobacco, and wealth. Vargas was already seated, dressed in a crisp white suit that gleamed under the amber lights. A glass of red wine rested in his hand, though he swirled it lazily instead of drinking. His eyes — sharp, cold, heavy with power — lifted as Antonio and Irene walked in.“Finally,” Vargas said, his accent thick but his English smooth. “Antonio. I thought you had forgotten Spain exists. Three months of excuses. Three months of silence.”Antonio smiled as if the words didn’t sting. He adjusted his cufflinks and took the seat across from him. “I’ve had matters to handle in New York. Serious matters. But I’m here now. That should count for something.”Vargas leaned back. “It counts for nothing. You break a deal, Antonio, it is no different than spitting in my face. I do not take that lightly.”Irene, who had been standing just behind Antonio, slid gracefully into the chair beside him. Her presence was deliberate, poised — she leaned for
A Clash of Men
Vargas sat at the head of the table, cigar smoke curling into the air as he puffed out smoke. Xavier and Clifford were seated across from him, glasses of whiskey untouched.“I like your proposal,” Vargas said slowly, tapping ash into a tray. “It is… steady and direct, just the way I like it. You want to expand into Spain and you want my protection, I can give it. I am finished with Antonio anyways, he defaulted and wasted my time. I am not interested in doing business with him anymore.”Xavier leaned back slightly, calm. “Good. Then we understand each other.”Clifford added, “We’ve come a long way to make this work. We’re not here to play games.”Vargas smiled faintly. “Although I sense tension. Antonio’s shadow is here, yes? He is why you travel all this way. You do not sound like a man who loves this kind of business. It's Dangerous and bloody. More of Antonio’s taste, not yours.”Xavier’s face didn’t flinch. “There’s no history, neither is there any shadow. I’m here because expansi
Could Never Hate You
Amber balanced two heavy bags in her arms as she pressed the doorbell. She waited. Silence. She tried again. After a long pause, the door creaked open, and Martha appeared, her face lined, her eyes shadowed by suspicion.Amber smiled warmly. “Hi. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”Martha blinked at the sight of her. “Amber? I… wasn’t expecting anyone.”“I know,” Amber said gently. “I thought I’d bring you a few things.” She raised the bags a little. “Groceries. Some clothes. Just… little things you might need.”Martha’s eyes darted to the bags, then back to Amber’s face, uncertain. “Why?”Amber stepped inside without waiting for permission. “Because you deserve them.”Martha hesitated before shutting the door behind her. She followed Amber to the table, watching as Amber carefully unpacked fruit, bread, toiletries, and finally a neat stack of new clothes. Martha touched the fabric of a blouse with trembling fingers.Her voice cracked. “You shouldn’t have. I'm fine, the house alone is eno
Bad Luck Woman
Antonio paced the length of the room, cigar burning low between his fingers, still angry from the silence that followed their meeting with Vargas. Irene sat at the corner of the couch, legs crossed elegantly, pretending to remain calm, but the flicker in her eyes betrayed the storm brewing.Antonio finally turned on her.“You,” he spat. “all this is because of you. You’ve been nothing but a curse since the day I met you. Bad luck wrapped in silk.”Irene blinked. “Excuse me?”“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Antonio snapped, pointing the cigar at her as though it were a weapon. “Xavier. That bastard. He outplayed me again. In Spain. In front of Vargas. And I didn’t even see it coming because you...” he jabbed his finger at her... “you kept me running in circles with your stupid ideas. Your nonsense plans, your distractions.”Irene straightened, her lips curving into a bitter smile. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Convenient, Antonio. Very convenient.”“It is your fault!” Antonio barked, sla