Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Stand with Him

Under everyone’s shocked stares, Vanessa shuffled forward, trembling.

Before she could even open her mouth–SMACK!

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Eleanor used every last bit of strength to slap Vanessa hard across the face. Then she collapsed back onto the pillows, exhausted, but her voice came out loud and furious, “That bowl of soup you brought me today- you poisoned it! The second I drank it, I got dizzy, and everything went blurry!”

Sebastian’s fists clenched tight, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Vanessa… you poisoned Grandma?”

Vanessa dropped straight to her knees, completely panicking. “Eleanor, I’d never! I swear I don’t have the guts to do something like that!”

Jonathan jumped in fast, begging, “Mom, there has to be some mistake. It’s Vanessa’s birthday–she was out front the whole time entertaining guests. How could she possibly have poisoned you?”

Eleanor tried to answer but started coughing violently, blood flecking her lips.

Amelia rushed over and quickly hooked her up to the oxygen mask. “Grandma, you just woke up. Save your strength.”

Sebastian gently tucked Eleanor’s hand under the blanket. “Rest easy, Grandma. I’ve got this.”

Eleanor gave a small nod and closed her eyes, finally at peace.

Later in the front hall, Vanessa knelt on the cold marble floor, face ghost–white, sobbing dramatically.

Sebastian lounged back on the sofa, legs crossed, one hand propping his chin, eyes half–lidded as he stared her down like she was prey.

“So… tell me,” he said quietly. “How do you want to die?”

“Sebastian, I’m your stepmother! I’ve never done anything bad to you. I didn’t hurt Eleanor–why won’t you believe me?”

“Believe you?” Sebastian gave a cold laugh and adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses with one finger. “I’d trust a stray dog on the sidewalk before I’d trust you.”

He turned to Jonathan. “She’s your wife. How do you think we should handle this?”

Jonathan’s face burned with humiliation in front of everyone, but he didn’t dare talk back to his son. He muttered weakly, “Sebastian, there’s no real proof… and she’s still your mom-”

“My mom died years ago!” Sebastian growled, voice low and lethal.

The whole room froze.

“What the hell is she? She doesn’t even deserve to be called my mother.”

Ten years ago, Sebastian’s mom was deep in depression and jumped off a building, taking her own life.

Less than a week later, Jonathan strolled back into the house with Vanessa on his arm and her toddler in tow, ready to play happy family.

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Chapter 14 Stand with Him

He tried to force Sebastian to accept her.

Eighteen–year–old Sebastian snapped and nearly beat his own father to death.

The story exploded across the whole city. Jonathan spent over two weeks in the ICU.

From that moment on, he’s been terrified of his own son.

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With his grandfather’s help, the teenage Sebastian fought like hell to take back every dime of his mother’s. fortune. Using cutthroat moves that still make people whisper, he turned himself into the man everyone in Kingsley now calls the King of Hell–the guy who can make the entire city tremble with a single look.

Amelia stood right beside him, her chest aching like someone had reached in and squeezed her heart.

So the most powerful man in town–the one who could crush anyone with a stomp–had suffered just as brutally as she had growing up.

That only made her more certain that she was going to stand shoulder–to–shoulder with Sebastian and fight every battle right next to him.

Vanessa saw Jonathan cowering in silence, too scared to say a single word to her.

“Coward,” she thought bitterly.

Cornered, she went full reckless. Clenching her teeth, she doubled down and refused to admit anything.

“Whatever! Sebastian’s never liked me anyway. He can pin whatever he wants on me–I don’t care!”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Amelia slapped a lab report down in front of Vanessa. “This is the poisoned blood I pulled from Grandma. I ran it through the machine in the room. All we have to do is test everyone in the Sterling house, and we’ll know exactly who tried to kill her.”

Vanessa’s face went white. “Who the hell do you think you are, marching in here and ordering us around? Security! Get her out!”

“She’s my fiancée,” Sebastian said calmly, his gold–rimmed glasses flashing as he looked up. “Alfred, run the check.”

“Yes, sir.”

Alfred scooped up the report. Before he left, he shot Vanessa a look that said she was already dead.

Fifteen minutes later, he was back–with one of the mails in tow.

“Sebastian, Patricia went to a clinic today and bought ethanol.”

Patricia’s face drained of color. The guards dragged her in, and she immediately scrambled toward Vanessa.

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