All Chapters of Revenge To The Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Boss Jonathan? “Fortunately, the voice of one of Jonathan’s men interrupted the kiss in time, otherwise I couldn't imagine what Jonathan would have done next, perhaps molested his immature daughter.“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked and stopped the security guard who had just turned around and walked outside the door, hurriedly.“Well... “The bodyguard looked at me awkwardly and turned to Jonathan. It took him a long time to think of what he wanted to say. “Officer Marcel is coming, and he wants to talk with you and your little girl.”He looked up at Jonathan and added, “To inquire about the details of the kidnapping yesterday.” When the bodyguard went out, I could see th

When Jonathan bandaged his wound, I sat quietly and looked at it. “If I had a chance to stab him, would I only have left a small scar on his body?” I wondered to myself. "Desiree, do you remember when your birthday is?” Jonathan asked suddenly.“Birthday?” I didn't know why he asked that question, but I nodded honestly.“When is it?” he asked again.I lowered my head, my fingers crossed and replied, “Today.”“Today?” He was silent for a moment then touched my head and asked, “What type of present do you want?”

Two years went by quietly, I was seventeen. Jonathan's words to describe my shape were, “Caroline, it’s fortunate that you have begun to show femininity!” It was on Monday. I should have been sitting in the classroom, but I went across the bustling streets and walked into a fancy private hall.I sat down in the corner and ordered a glass of lemon juice as usual. The times were advanced and so was the entertainment industry. The private hall was the best example, it was different from a general nightclub. Although there was dancing and music, accompanied by beauties, as well as the same atmosphere as a nightclub, the people were distinguished and gentle, and women were extremely gorgeous.Sometimes, strange men would stop by me and ask me if they could

I lowered my head and took a sip of my drink. The lemon juice seemed thicker than usual. It was so sour that I felt uneasy. Looking at her, I was a little jealous that the woman was much more beautiful than me."How could this woman be so casual, so intimate with a strange man? " I said. I stayed with Jonathan every day, but I had never touched his arm like that. Lisa ignored what I said, looking at her with her chin resting on her hand, and saying, “Why is it not me dancing today?”“Don’t!” Jonathan pulled away and pointed to the opposite sofa, coldly. “Sit there,” he said to the woman. She didn’t seem happy and moved reluctantly and sat next to Bernard Flood. Bernard observed Jonathan’s expression and asked, “What’s wrong? Bad mood? Who offended you

I was about to say,” Thank you. I don't need it.” I looked up and saw Jonathan, smiling at me. His face was paler than usual. He couldn’t have slept well last night judging from the sight of his bloodshot eyes!"Why are you crying?” he said as he leaned over to lift me, his body emitting the faint smell of alcohol and tobacco. I shook my head.He wiped my tears with his sleeve and I looked at him. We were just separated for a night, but it was as if I hadn’t seen him for a year. I yearned for him. A voice in my heart told me: “One time, just one time. Let me feel the warmth of his embrace, let me remember his heartbeat, it was enough.”I gave a long sigh and stepped bac