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Chapter 25 : “Riptide of Sensations”
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The Revenge Club Chapter 26 : “Twisted Desires”
*Roanne’s POV*The door clicked shut behind Aaron, and the silence loomed over me like a threat. The room felt colder, emptier, as if his presence had been the only thing giving it life. I curled up on the edge of my bed, knees to chest, my heart pounding against my ribs.My phone lay discarded on the nightstand, its screen casting an eerie glow in the dim room. Two missed calls from Michael. One message blinked at me: "I hope you are ok." His words, simple, yet they sliced through the fog in my mind, sharp and poignant.I let out a strangled sob, the sound foreign and raw in my own ears. Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless. Aaron... he was Sebastian's shadow, a dark echo of the past I couldn't shake. He said he was not his friend, he said it twice, but I didn’t believe him. No, he used that to manipulate me, he knew I had a crush on him before, and now he acted on that to satisfy his twisted desires.The pain of betrayal twisted inside me; the ache of leaving Michael for
The Revenge Club Chapter 27 : “Downfall”
*Roanne’s POV*The insistent trill of my phone shattered the morning silence. I fumbled for the device, disoriented, the remains of a dark dream clinging to the edges of my consciousness."Roanne! Are you awake? Have you seen it?" Lizzie's voice came through in a frantic burst, crackling with urgency and barely contained hysteria."Seen what?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep as I struggled to match her pace, to comprehend the chaos she was spilling into my ear."The university—it's upside down. *The Golden Secret* dropped the bombshell on Professor Grant and the cops... they took him!" Her words tumbled out, each one laden with shock and a thrill that tingled through the line.I shot upright, the last tendrils of sleep snapping as if cut by a blade. The image of Professor Grant, always so composed and pretentious, being led away in handcuffs splintered through my mind, sharp and unexpected. My pulse hammered at the thought, a mix of horror and a dark, sinful excitement at t
The Revenge Club Chapter 28 : “Coldly and Calculatedly”
*Aaron’s POV*The glossy pages of the magazine turned softly under my fingertips as I flipped through the latest scandalous expose. A smirk played on my lips, the rich aroma of coffee wrapping around me deliciously. There it was, emblazoned in bold print—the names that would shake the university to its core. Each one linked to Professor Grant’s disgrace, a sweet symphony of downfall."Another?" The waitress's voice cut through the din of the restaurant, her presence barely registering as I gave a curt nod without lifting my gaze. She poured steaming bitterness into my cup, the black liquid mirroring the dark satisfaction blooming in my chest.The door’s chime signaled his arrival. Heads turned; whispers fluttered like disturbed pigeons. My father's silhouette sliced through place, his aura commanding attention and respect. But not from me. Not now."Son," he boomed, voice resonant with power. Calloused hands, gripped the back of the chair across me. He sank into it."Father." My
The Revenge Club Chapter 29 : “A Gala”
*Roanne’s POV*The door clicked shut behind me, and I was enveloped by the quiet of my dorm room—a stark contrast to the chaos that had become my life in recent weeks. My gaze swept over the small space, lingering on the bed that was too narrow, the desk cluttered with textbooks and papers, the corkboard peppered with reminders and deadlines.It was here, in these four walls, that everything had changed. The memories were the only remnant of the night Aaron had been here, his touch full of fire, now tainted with the memory of his possessiveness. I shuddered, pushing the thoughts away."Dating you, however, would forge us both a new image." Michael's voice echoed in my mind, smooth as velvet, yet weighted with an offer that could alter everything. One of his apartments. Luxurious, secure—a world away from this cramped cell where my scholarship tethered me.I paced the length of the room, my steps quick and uneven. The possibility of leaving it all behind seduced me, whispering swe
The Revenge Club Chapter 30 : “Strategic Value”
*Roanne’s POV*The scent of food mingled with a hint of fresh air from the trees as we huddled in the corner of the university cafeteria, a safe haven carved out among the crowd. We were having lunch, and I felt nervous for what I wanted to tell her. My hands trembled slightly, betraying my nerves as I leaned closer to her."Michael asked me to move into a place he owns," I whispered, eyeing the caution that immediately veiled Lizzie's features. "It's more spacious, secure.""Roanne," she started, her tone laced with surprise and concern, "Are you sure about this?"I bit my lip, a knot forming in my stomach. "I haven't said yes... yet." My mind flashed back to Sebastian's sneer, the way his fingers had dug into my skin. "But considering what Sebastian's capable of, I..." I shuddered. "I feel unsafe."Lizzie's eyes softened, and she reached out, her touch grounding. "You deserve to feel secure, Ro. If this is what it takes..."Her encouragement felt like a warm blanket, and I exha
The Revenge Club Chapter 31 : “Club Policy”
*Roanne’s POV*The door to my cramped dorm room swung open, its edges scraping against the pile of textbooks that served as makeshift doorstops. Michael stood in the threshold, his tall frame almost filling the space, his eyes scanning the chaos of my life boxed up in cardboard and strewn across the floor."Quite the collection," he said, a half-smile playing on his lips as he stepped over a stack of philosophy texts."Sorry, it's a mess," I muttered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze."Nothing we can't handle." Confidence laced his every word, his every move.Lizzie burst in moments later, vibrant and determined, her presence a stark contrast to the controlled calm that Michael exuded. "Okay, team, let's make this quick and painless.""Michael's bringing help for the heavy lifting," I added, glancing at him."Good. Roanne, you and I will tackle your wardrobe jungle." Lizzie grinned, pulling open a drawer and grimacing
The Revenge Club Chapter 32 : “Moving out”
*Roanne’s POV*The moon had been a cold, distant sliver in the sky, and my bed an ocean of tangled sheets that swallowed me whole. I turned and turned, again and again, in the current of my own thoughts, the realization that I was leaping into the unknown, into Michael's world, was not letting me sleep. The apartment he offered – a blank space in my mind, never seen, only imagined.My heart jackhammered against my ribs, a relentless ticking that matched the early morning clock. The anxiety was eating me alive.A knock startled the silence, sharp and commanding. I lurched to my feet, smoothing down my hair, an attempt at composure. The door swung open, revealing Michael, he wore a smirk that knew too much, his eyes glinting. Behind him stood two men, broad-shouldered silhouettes against the gray dawn."Good morning, babe." His voice was soft and yet firm, the tint of amusement at the use of the nickname he gave me made me chuckle."Michael, dear," I breathed, the sound barely a w
The Revenge Club Chapter 33 : “Not like the Others”
*Roanne’s POV*The room was thick with the scent of cardboard and dust, a tangible testament to the chaos of moving. I stood back, hands on hips, surveying the landscape of boxes that now littered the apartment. With each box I had placed, it felt as if I were piecing together a puzzle of my future, one that was still missing crucial parts.It was a blank canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of a new chapter. The space was unfamiliar, but the promise of possibility lingered in the air.The boxes, labeled with my scrawled handwriting, stood like eager companions ready to unveil the treasures within. With each box opened, a piece of my past found a new place in this uncharted territory.I started with the essentials I bought on the way here, setting up the kitchen with the precision of someone who had mastered the art of dorm room microwave meals. Pots and pans clinked together as I arranged them in the cabinets. The familiar scent of coffee grounds filled the air as I unpa
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