LOGINChapter 34“What nonsense are you spilling from your mouth?” Beatrice asked. “What have you been filling your head with? Who is Liona? What business transaction are you talking about?”She poured out question after question without waiting for Alina to answer before throwing another one at her.Alina watched the color drain from Beatrice’s face. The woman was trying to look angry and act like Alina was saying something ridiculous, but the fear in her voice and the trembling in her body betrayed her.That was a good start.Alina already got what she wanted, but she needed to take back her words. Beatrice must not know that she knew something. If she did, it could jeopardize everything she was planning.“Don't stand there and act silly!” Beatrice was growing impatient and burning hot inside. “Answer me now!”“I heard you mention Liona once,” Alina said, carefully choosing her words. “You said something about accusing her of something… business, maybe. I don't really remember. Maybe
Ava slowly pushed herself up from the grass, groaning in pain. Her face was red and swollen from the slaps and punches as she touched her cheek with trembling fingers.Beatrice froze, staring at Ava whose beautiful face was now swollen like a stung bee, with red marks covering her cheeks. Goosebumps rose across Beatrice’s skin as a chill ran through her at the thought of the pain her precious daughter must be going through. She turned angrily to Alina. “Look at what you did to your sister!” she shouted. “Look at her!”“I would do even more if she ever disrespects me again!” Alina fired back.She stepped toward Ava and raised her hand again, but Ava quickly dodged her and ran back inside the house.“Run faster!” Alina shouted after her.She then turned back to Beatrice, her chest rising and falling heavily.“She's not my sister,” Alina said coldly. “She's the favorite daughter of a murderer!”The accusation rang like a loud bell in Beatrice's ears.Her face changed instantly.“Alin
“This is all your fault!” Beatrice shouted as she stormed toward Alina and slapped her hard across the face.“My husband is gone because of you!” she cried, her voice echoing through the night. “Do you want to completely reduce this family to ashes before you're satisfied?”She struck Alina across the face again, leaving her cheek red and marked by the shape of her five fingers.“Go after that car!” Beatrice ordered. “Save him this minute, and don't you dare come back without him!”She grabbed Alina by the hair and pulled hard, forcing a cry from her.“Mother, please…” Alina pleaded, reaching out to hold her hands.“Don't you ‘please’ me!” Beatrice roared. “I'm not your mother!”Her voice carried through the quiet estate.Inside the house, Ava had been sleeping soundly when her mother's shouting suddenly reached her room. She stirred beneath the covers and opened her eyes, still half-asleep.“What… was that?” she mumbled, blinking several times as she struggled to wake up.She was a
“Master, this way! We found him!” one of the men shouted from outside the room.They believed the sound came from the hallway, followed by hurried footsteps approaching the door.The other two men standing guard outside Alina's room immediately exchanged a look. Without saying a word, they turned and ran out, tracing the sound down to the living room.At NewDawn Estate, where the Damian’s family lived, Novella was in the living room, pacing back and forth with her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She checked the screen again and again, hoping to receive some good news from the men she had sent to abduct Alina, but there but there was still nothing.Her frustration grew with every passing second.“There is no way I'm going to forgive this. I have to make her understand that she messed with the wrong person. She needs to understand why so many people in this city fear me,” she said angrily. “Alina did this deliberately. She knew exactly what she was doing when she exposed those
Alina quickly added, “I promise, Grandpa. This will be the last one.”Grandpa stared at her for several seconds.The pain of losing the family he once had was something words could never truly explain. He had spent years trying to bury those memories just so he could keep living.“Okay,” he whispered. “Go ahead.”Alina hesitated for a moment before asking her question.“Grandpa… did you ever notice that she looks so much like Beatrice?” “I mean, not just the girl in the picture. I look so much like Beatrice too. The resemblance is almost impossible to ignore.”Grandpa lowered his eyes, his fingers slowly tightening around the edge of the picture frame in Alina’s hand to have a closer look.“Yes,” he admitted quietly. “I noticed it.”“I met Beatrice the day after my wife's death,” he explained. “At a time when I couldn't think clearly or even understand what I was supposed to do next, Beatrice stayed by my side.”“She helped me through everything. She helped me investigate what hap
Grandpa studied Alina's calm fearless face for a long moment before speaking.“You only know a little about Novella,” he said quietly. “I've known that woman for years. She was my late wife's best friend. Our families were once so close that I considered her part of our own family.”“But don't let that fool you, my child. I know exactly how devilish Novella can be and how far she's willing to go when she wants something.”“If anything, you've given her one reason to come after us. She could try to ruin this entire family just to get what she wants.”Alina lowered her eyes.“I know, Grandpa. You don't have to remind me. I know what she's capable of.”She was quiet for a few seconds before lifting her head.“Can I ask you something?”Grandpa nodded silently and moved to the couch opposite her.“Go ahead, my child.”Alina reached for the picture frame resting on the dressing table. She gently lifted it and ran her fingers over the woman's face.“Do you have any idea who my parents were







