Revenge Turns Romantic

Chapter One — Five Years Later

The first thing Amara Williams felt when she stepped out of the car was anger.

Not sadness.

Not fear.

Anger.

It had been five years, and somehow, the sight of that building still made her chest tighten.

Five years.

She had counted every single one of them.

Every birthday she spent pretending she was okay.

Every night she cried herself to sleep and woke up the next morning acting like nothing had happened.

Every time someone told her to forget the past.

Move on, Amara.

It happened a long time ago.

You were young.

As if time magically erased pain.

As if five years were enough to make betrayal hurt less.

She stared at the towering black-and-glass building in front of her.

Kingston Enterprises.

The name alone made her fingers curl into fists.

This was where it all began.

And this was where it would end.

"Ma'am?"

Amara blinked.

The driver was looking at her through the rear-view mirror.

"Are you sure you want to go in?"

She almost laughed.

Sure?

No.

She wasn't sure about anything.

She was terrified.

But she had spent five years preparing for this moment.

"Yes."

Her voice came out calmer than she felt.

She opened the door and stepped out.

The heels she wore clicked against the pavement as she walked toward the entrance.

One step.

Then another.

She could feel her heart beating against her ribs.

Don't turn around.

She almost did.

For one tiny second, she wanted to run.

She wanted to get back into the car, go home, lock herself in her bedroom and pretend this day never happened.

Because revenge sounded easy when she imagined it from the safety of her room.

Standing here was different.

Standing here meant facing the man who had destroyed everything.

The automatic doors opened.

Amara walked inside.

The receptionist looked up.

"Good morning. How may I help you?"

Amara smiled politely.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Kingston."

The receptionist checked the computer.

"Name?"

"Amara Williams."

The woman's fingers stopped moving.

For a second, her expression changed.

Recognition.

Amara noticed.

Of course she did.

People remembered the Williams family.

They remembered the scandal.

They remembered the girl who disappeared.

They remembered the family that lost everything.

But nobody remembered what it felt like to be her.

Nobody remembered what happened after the headlines disappeared.

Nobody saw her crying in the bathroom.

Nobody saw her staring at the ceiling at three in the morning, wondering what she had done wrong.

Nobody saw how hard she had fought to become someone who didn't need anyone anymore.

The receptionist cleared her throat.

"Mr. Kingston is expecting you."

Amara's stomach twisted.

He knows I'm here.

Good.

She wanted him to know.

The elevator doors opened.

She stepped inside.

As the doors slowly closed, her reflection appeared in the mirrored wall.

She barely recognized herself.

Five years ago, she had been soft.

Trusting.

Naive.

She used to believe that if you loved someone enough, they would never hurt you.

She had been wrong.

Now she wore her confidence like armor.

Her hair was perfectly styled.

Her makeup was flawless.

Her dress was expensive.

Her face was calm.

But underneath all of it was the same girl who had once begged someone she loved not to leave her.

Amara closed her eyes.

Never again.

The elevator began moving.

Floor after floor.

Her palms became sweaty.

She clenched them.

She refused to let herself shake.

When the doors opened, she stepped out.

A young woman approached her.

"Miss Williams?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Kingston is waiting for you."

Amara followed her down the hallway.

Every step made her heartbeat louder.

Then she saw the door.

CEO — Alexander Kingston.

She stopped.

Five years ago, she couldn't even say his name without breaking.

Now?

She was about to walk into his office.

The assistant knocked.

"Come in."

That voice.

Amara froze.

Her heart dropped.

It was deeper than she remembered.

Colder.

But she would recognize it anywhere.

The assistant opened the door.

"Mr. Kingston, Miss Williams is here."

Silence.

Amara stepped inside.

And then she saw him.

Alexander Kingston.

He stood behind his desk, one hand resting against the edge as he looked through some documents.

He looked older.

More powerful.

More dangerous.

But still painfully familiar.

His eyes lifted.

They met hers.

For the first time in five years, neither of them moved.

Amara's breath caught.

Alexander's expression changed.

Just slightly.

But she saw it.

Shock.

He hadn't expected her.

Of course he hadn't.

She almost smiled.

Good.

He deserved to be surprised.

"Amara?"

Hearing her name from his lips nearly broke something inside her.

Nearly.

She swallowed.

"Hello, Alexander."

He stared at her.

"You..."

"I came back."

He slowly straightened.

"Why?"

That question almost made her laugh.

Why?

Because she had spent five years putting herself back together.

Because she had cried until there were no tears left.

Because she had watched her family fall apart.

Because she had lost everything she thought she knew about love.

Because he had taken the girl she used to be and left her with nothing but anger.

But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

So she smiled.

"I heard Kingston Enterprises was looking for a new executive assistant."

His eyebrows pulled together.

"You applied for the position?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Amara walked closer to his desk.

"Because I wanted a job."

He stared at her.

She stared back.

Neither of them believed the lie.

Finally, Alexander leaned against his desk.

"You expect me to believe that you came back to this city after five years just because you needed a job?"

"No."

Her smile disappeared.

"I expect you to believe whatever makes you comfortable."

His jaw tightened.

There it was.

The anger.

The same anger she had carried for years.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to slap him.

She wanted to ask him why.

Why did he betray her?

Why did he let her believe she was loved?

Why did he watch her lose everything?

Why did he never come after her?

But she wouldn't give him those questions.

Not today.

She had promised herself something.

She would never beg him for answers.

Not again.

Alexander walked around the desk.

He stopped directly in front of her.

Too close.

Amara could smell his cologne.

Her heart betrayed her.

One stupid heartbeat.

Then another.

She hated it.

She hated that after everything, her body still remembered him.

She took a step back.

His eyes followed the movement.

"You've changed."

Amara laughed quietly.

"People change when they get hurt."

Something flashed across his face.

Guilt?

She wasn't sure.

"I heard about your family," he said.

Her smile vanished.

"Don't."

"Amara—"

"Don't say their name."

Her voice cracked.

For the first time, the mask slipped.

Just for a second.

She looked away.

She could feel the tears threatening her eyes.

Not here.

She refused to cry here.

Not in front of him.

She had cried enough for one lifetime.

Alexander's voice softened.

"I'm sorry."

Amara looked back at him.

Those two words.

I'm sorry.

Five years.

Five years of pain.

And all he had was two words?

She laughed.

But there was no happiness in it.

"You know what's funny?"

He said nothing.

"I used to dream about hearing you say that."

Her eyes burned.

"I imagined this moment so many times."

Alexander stared at her.

"What did you imagine?"

Amara looked directly into his eyes.

"I imagined myself forgiving you."

His expression softened.

Then she smiled.

"But I don't anymore."

His face fell.

Amara turned toward the door.

"I'll take the job."

"Amara."

She stopped.

"Why?"

She glanced over her shoulder.

His eyes were different now.

Not cold.

Not angry.

Almost vulnerable.

For one dangerous second, she saw the man she used to love.

And her heart whispered something she didn't want to hear.

Maybe he regrets it.

She pushed the thought away.

"I told you."

Her voice became cold again.

"I need a job."

She opened the door.

Then she paused.

"And Alexander?"

He looked at her.

"I'm not the girl you left five years ago."

She walked out.

The door closed behind her.

Amara stood in the hallway.

Her hands were shaking.

She quickly pressed them against her stomach.

She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until she finally exhaled.

A tear escaped.

She wiped it away immediately.

"No."

She whispered to herself.

"You're not going to cry."

She looked toward the elevator.

Her reflection stared back at her.

For a moment, she saw the old Amara.

The girl who loved Alexander.

The girl who trusted him.

The girl who believed he would protect her.

Then the image disappeared.

And all that remained was the woman she had become.

Amara smiled faintly.

Because she had finally gotten what she wanted.

A way inside.

A way close to him.

A way to destroy everything he cared about.

She pulled out her phone and opened a message she had saved for five years.

There was only one sentence.

Phase One has begun.

She pressed send.

Across the city, her phone immediately buzzed with a reply.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Amara stared at the message.

Her eyes filled with tears again.

She quickly blinked them away.

Then she typed:

I've never been more sure of anything in my life.

She put her phone away.

What she didn't know was that inside Alexander's office, the man she had sworn to destroy was still standing by the door.

And he was staring at the empty space where she had been.

For five years, he had convinced himself that he no longer loved her.

But the moment she walked back into his life...

He knew he had been lying to himself.

And that terrified him more than her revenge ever could.