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Justin’s POV"Well, well, if it ain't the pretty boy of the Mount's household," Jake Montana sneered, a sly smirk playing on the corner of his lips. Despite the anger brewing inside me, I managed to keep my composure. It was just Jake, after all, and his disdainful comments had become a familiar part of my life. Jake Montana had always harbored a deep hatred for me, for as long as I could remember. I believed his animosity stemmed from the stark contrast between our backgrounds. While I came from a prominent family, he had only his hardworking single mother, who dedicated her life to Mounts Hotels, the very company I used to lead. I think his hatred intensified the day my father, had the police arrest Jake during our high school days. I was just a freshman at the time, and he was a junior. He had relentlessly bullied me, even orchestrating attacks with his friends that left me with swollen eyes. One would think that after being apprehended by my father, he would have left me alone.
The Perfect Retribution Chapter Forty Four
Ayva’s POV“What are you doing?” I asked Justin in a hushed whisper, glancing over my shoulder to make sure we weren't being watched.“Don't worry, everyone's gone for lunch. I sent them away using my card," he explained, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. I had been on the way to lunch myself when out of nowhere, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a secluded corner.“What’s funny?” I frowned, giving him a skeptical look.He shrugged, nonchalantly tucking his hands into his pockets.“Your desperate attempts to make sure no one sees us together.” Ever since Justin started working at Fred Camera Inc. a week ago, I had been avoiding him like the plague. I didn't want anyone to think that I got the job because of his influence. People were already getting suspicious, especially since he had fired three individuals who had crossed paths with me in some way, no matter how small the issue. And it didn't stop there. He would often call me over to his office, but I never answered, leaving my
The Perfect Retribution Chapter Forty Five
Ayva’s POVI woke up to find myself bound to a chair on the rooftop of a building. The cold night air was biting at my skin, and panic surged through my veins as I struggled against the tight ropes restraining me. I was scared and confused, wondering who was responsible and why I was there.Frantically, I glanced around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Although the place didn't seem familiar, I could tell I was still in New York. Long shadows moved across the rooftop, adding to the eerie atmosphere. But there was no sign of my captor, no indication of where exactly I was. I also realized that my purse and phone were missing."Is anyone there?" I yelled, my voice filled with fear. "Someone, please help!" My sense of dread heightened with each passing moment.I wriggled in the chair, desperately trying to escape the tight ropes that were digging into my skin. I needed to free myself before my captor returned and carried out whatever twisted plans they had in store for me.As I
The Perfect Retribution Chapter Forty Six
Ayva’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I cautiously approached the edge of the rooftop. With trembling hands, I gripped the railing tightly, my knuckles turning white with fear. I peered over the edge, my eyes scanning the scene below, desperately searching for any signs of life.But my worst fears were realized. Clarkson's body lay motionless on the ground, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and a pool of blood spreading beneath him. The sight was horrifying, and a wave of nausea washed over me, my stomach churning with disbelief and horror."No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. "This can't be happening."Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy before me. My mind was in a state of shock, unable to process the reality of what had just occurred.For a moment, I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the gruesome scene below.Then, Jake's words cut through the silence, sending a shiver down m
The Perfect Retribution Chapter Forty Seven
Justin’s POV“Hello,” Jace's voice broke through the phone, sounding a bit groggy as if he had just woken up. I could feel the panic building up inside me as I asked, “Jace, is Ayva with you? I can't find her anywhere!” My breath was heavy, and my heart raced with worry.I had been halfway home when I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to give Ayva the painting I had bought for her. Without wasting a second, I made a U-turn and headed back to her house, dialing her number the moment I parked outside her apartment complex. But there was no answer. She didn't pick up.As I stepped out of the car, my eyes fell upon her purse lying on the ground, with the faint glow of her phone peeking through. My heart sank. She wasn't in her apartment, and I had already checked. I even entered her passcode to make sure. I frantically searched the area, scouring the nearest convenience store and every possible place she could be, but she was nowhere to be found.My last hope was Jace, the only per
The Perfect Retribution Chapter Forty Eight
Justin’s POVThe police had deceived everyone about Clarkson's death. Contrary to their claims, he wasn't dead but rather trapped in a state of vegetative unconsciousness, confined to a hospital bed.Twelve days had passed, and news of Ayva's disappearance had spread like wildfire across the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind of attention I had hoped for. Instead of being treated as a missing person, she was now wanted for the alleged attempted murder of Clarkson.According to the authorities, Clarkson had been forcefully pushed from the rooftop, and Ayva's blood and DNA were discovered at the crime scene. This was deemed as definitive evidence by the police, leading them to conclude that she had callously pushed a grown man to his death. Despite my relentless efforts to make them see reason, to make them understand that Ayva was not the assailant they claimed her to be, and that she was actually a victim herself, they remained steadfast in their belief. They turned a blind eye
The Perfect Retribution Chapter Forty Nine
Ayva’s POVAn hour had already passed since Justin left. During that time, I made the most of it by taking a long, refreshing shower and treating myself to a delicious meal. It was the first decent meal I had in weeks, considering that Jake had been feeding me nothing but bread and water. I didn’t think I could ever look at bread the same way anymore. Every three days, he would show up and drop off two massive loaves of bread and a pack of water before locking me back inside that dreadful storage room. I tried countless times to escape whenever he opened the door, but I never made it past the living room. He would always grab me by my hair and forcefully drag me back. It was agonizing.It was hard to believe that it had only been two weeks since I was locked up in that room. To me, it felt like an eternity. The isolation, the silence, the smell of bleach lingering in the air... It was enough to drive anyone insane. And the bathroom situation was extremely traumatizing and degrading.
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Justin’s POVContrary to what everyone believed, I was fine. I wasn’t hurt as bad as they thought neither did Jake stab me as deeply as they thought. I mean he didn’t even use a real knife but rather a Swiss knife which was not only small but also short. Jake had stabbed me, yeah but it wasn’t to kill me but rather to hurt me because he knew I’d caught him at a tight corner and he’d be going to jail either way. I was laid on the bed in my hospital room, with my back turned against the door because I was pretending to be sleeping. I didn’t want to see anyone because I was mortified. I’d even told my bodyguard, Jamal to stand outside the door and prevent anyone from entering, and had also told the doctor that I didn’t want to receive any visitors. Why? Because I saw that video of me. The video of me fainting the minute I saw my blood. How embarrassing was it for a twenty-eight-year-old man to faint at the sight of his own blood? Now I was never going to be able to look at my staff at
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