REVENGE, DIAPER and SNACKS - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Few hours later…
“Where the fuck is Mick?”
His guards dragged Mick into the room within minutes.
Mick barely had time to speak before Alec’s fist landed in his stomach. The man crumpled to his knees, coughing blood. Alec didn’t even pause. He grabbed Mick by the collar and threw him against the wall like a ragdoll.
“I gave you one job. Watch her. Watch Catherine,” Alec seethed, pacing like a caged beast. “And what did you do? You let her bleed a million out of my floor like it was Monopoly money!”
Mick wheezed. “She—she just played. I thought she was lucky—”
Alec roared. "Lucky?!"
He kicked Mick so hard in the ribs that something cracked.
“She knew which tables were rigged, which machines weren’t. That’s Leon’s playbook. Not mine. Leon designed that system! So how in God’s name did Catherine know it better than me?”
Mick spat blood. “I—I don’t know! Maybe she’s working with someone—”
Alec yanked a dagger from his desk drawer and drove it into the arm of the chair beside Mick’s head. Inches off.
“Wrong answer.”
He leaned in, his voice a hiss. “You know what I think? I think Catherine isn’t who she says she is. I think she’s either sleeping with someone from Leon’s past—or…”
He swallowed.
“Or she is Leon.”
The thought chilled him.
It thrilled him. It destroyed him. But that's impossible. This was not a fiction novel he was addicted to reading before when he was nothing but a wallpaper. This is real life. This is his life. His…empire.
After his men dragged Mick out—bloodied, broken, but alive—Alec stood alone in his wrecked office. Glass crunched under his shoes. A light flickered above, casting fractured shadows on the blood-stained floor.
He pressed trembling fingers to his lips.
Catherine.
The way she challenged him with her eyes.
The way she turned away, confident he’d follow.
She was dangerous. Clever. Delicious.
She made him feel things. Hatred. Rage. Lust. Fear.
Exactly like Leon used to.
He began to crave her.
Not just in a man-to-woman way. No. It was more. It was personal. It was an obsession.
Alec whispered, half-mad, staring at the blood on his hand.
“If you are Leon’s girl… I will kill you slowly until you beg all the gods.”
His voice turned dark. “But if you’re not—if you’re just Catherine—then I’ll make you mine. All mine.” He walked to the shattered mirror, looked at his own reflection, and whispered with a smirk twisted by madness:
“Either way, Catherine... I’m coming for you.”
For five days, Alec Darrow watched her.
Catherine.
He’d expected to find the cracks in her mask—secret calls, hidden meetings, cash passed in grocery bags. Anything. Something.
But instead?
She was… boring.
The woman ran errands. Picked up kids from school. Nagged them about unfinished homework. Fell asleep on the couch with a cup of tea she never finished.
She wasn’t sleeping with anyone in his circle.
She wasn’t wiring funds or meeting black-market dealers.
She was just a plus-sized mom with three noisy children and a penchant for singing off-key while making tuna casserole.
And yet—
She made Alec insane.
He’d wake up thinking of her. Dream of her. The way she smiled at her children. The way she mocked him that night in the casino with her eyes—eyes that shouldn’t know his secrets, but did.
Every second that passed, Alec felt himself rot from the inside.
Because Leon was dead.
And Catherine was alive. Too alive. Too familiar. Too good.
So he called in his best investigator. Told him to dig deeper.
Two days later, Alec stood alone in his dim-lit private viewing room, staring at a paused CCTV frame.
The park. A year ago.
Catherine—thinner, paler, younger. Clutching her chest. Collapsing.
And rushing in like a goddamn ghost from the past—
Leon.
Leon Fucking Darrow.
In full clarity. In motion.
Dropping to his knees. Checking her vitals. Tilting her head.
Then—
Mouth-to-mouth. Chest compressions. A call to emergency.
He carried her to his car like she weighed nothing. Drove her to the hospital. Sat beside her for hours. Paid the bills. Signed the discharge form.
What the hell was Leon doing there?
Alec played the footage twenty times.
Thirty.
He knew his brother’s face. That arrogant jaw. That cool calculation.
That bastard.
He slammed his fist on the table, shaking the screen.
“This makes no sense!”
His voice echoed in the empty room.
Was she really Leon’s girl?
The investigator returned pale-faced.
“I—I traced hospital records. Leon brought her in. Paid in cash. No fake ID. Just said she was a stranger he found.”
“And?” Alec barked.
“She had a concussion. Minor brain trauma. She didn’t remember anything for three days. But when she woke up…”
The man hesitated.
“She started eating more than she could handle. Like she became a different person. She did nothing but ate.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir.”
Alec’s breath hitched.
“You’re saying Leon met her by accident? That he just happened to be there?”
The man swallowed. “There’s no evidence they knew each other before. And after the hospital, there’s… nothing. No contact.”
Alec’s vision blurred.
It couldn’t be a coincidence.