Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unveiling the True Match: Kabanata 431 - Kabanata 440

After ten grueling days of treatment, the final remnants of poison were cleared from Yaslyn's system. One morning, she awoke feeling as energetic as she had in her younger days. She was certain the treatment had worked wonders.That day, Hendrix came by for his regular checkup and noticed her brimming with happiness. "Seeing you like this, it seems your health has improved," he remarked.Yaslyn, animatedly recounting her recovery to Zyra, swiveled around at the familiar voice."Indeed, Master Hendrix. I owe my speedy recovery to your meticulous care these past few days."He chuckled, eyes twinkling. "You address me as your master, so it's only right that I take care of you, isn't it?"Hearing her call him 'master' was surprisingly gratifying.Yaslyn then brought up her earlier request. "By the way, Master, you promised that once I'm better, you would release me early."At her reminder, Hendrix's face darkened a shade. Yes, he had promised her, but letting her go would pose a p

The word 'stronger' seemed odd when it came to Yaslyn. She was already a formidable force within Jefferson City. Everywhere she went, people accorded her respect.However, Quinn understood her intention behind wanting to become stronger. She wanted absolute domination, total control, so that she would never be led around by anyone ever again.Quinn felt a mixture of emotions. Choosing his words carefully, he replied, "You don’t need to rush things. The most important thing is...""It is urgent," Yaslyn responded softly but firmly, her fingers tracing the journal's edges. "My mother's death proves I was already too late."Quinn felt the inadequacy of his words and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "What are you going to do next? Collect Mrs. Carden's body?"The mere mention of her mother's body made Yaslyn stiffen. The thought of seeing her mother lifeless was an anguish she could not fathom.However, when she did lay her eyes on Helen, Yaslyn's grief was

Yaslyn quickly put the recent incident behind her. She followed Brad to the backyard, which was not as extravagant as she had expected. Instead, it was rather modest. Even though it was her first time there, it felt eerily familiar. It reminded her of Helen's backyard style.As she walked further in, she noticed the trees growing denser, their canopies nearly blocking her path. Brad pointed to a house by the wall."Grandpa's staying in that room. Knock thrice before you enter."She nodded, figuring it was one of his peculiarities."I won't be going in," Brad said, eager to make his exit."Why aren't you going in?" Yaslyn asked, surprised by his impatience."If I go in, he'll just nag at me. He probably doesn't want to see me right now."She considered this and did not push him further. Approaching the ornately carved wooden door, she knocked three times.Immediately, an enraged voice shouted from within. "I said I didn’t want to be disturbed today! Leave!"From the vigor in M

Helen's funeral was simple, fitting her modest demeanor when she was alive. On the day of her burial, the reclusive Mr. York Carden made a rare venture outside, paying his last respects. The heartbreak, however, overwhelmed him, leading to a fainting spell by her graveside.Yaslyn had arrived discreetly, yet she positioned herself prominently during the service. After all, she would soon depart for Jefferson City. Messages from the capital would take a while to arrive there, giving her a short break from concealment.After Helen's funeral, she bid farewell to Mr. York Carden and traveled to Jefferson City with Brad. She returned the day before Xoan and Wrenley's wedding.At night, excitement beamed in Wrenley's chest at the prospect of marrying Xoan the following day. It kept her awake, prompting her to pick up the phone."Hello?"Hearing Xoan's familiar voice lightened Wrenley's tone instantly. "Xoan, I'm nervous, I can't sleep.""Why can't you sleep? We're getting married tomor

Yaslyn rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know about that. Maybe you should ask Xoan yourself?"Zyra gulped, the imagined scene sending shivers down her spine. "Or maybe I could introduce you to some other guys? There are plenty of good men out there, you know...""If Xoan heard you suggesting that, I think he'd resent you even more," Yaslyn half-jokingly replied.That was the moment when the gravity of who she had angered truly hit Zyra."Let's just move past that, shall we?""Alright, alright. Stop fretting. The real show's about to start," Yaslyn said, glancing at the clock.Only one minute remained.Suddenly, the door to the adjacent room was violently kicked open. The ensuing chaos was accompanied by the unmistakable shuffling of reporters' footsteps.Yaslyn, donning a mask and glasses, headed out, instructing Zyra to stay put. Outside, a crowd of journalists jostled, their cameras flashing incessantly. Overcome by curiosity, Yaslyn peeked in.There it was—Wrenley, se