All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Ivonne's POVI signed the final forms with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. The paperwork for my mother's cremation felt surreal. It felt like some official cold goodbye stamped to the worst day of my life. Doctor Charles suggested that I wait a few days for a proper funeral but I knew that no one would attend her service so I insisted they move it up immediately. I wanted her gone from the hospital, reduced to something I could carry in my arms, something I could keep close and speak to when the world felt too loud. Ashes didn’t need hospital bills or permission slips. Ashes wouldn’t be humiliated by Lincoln or laughed at by Alison. Her ashes were the only thing that would be mine to care for and love.Dr. Charles walked beside me as they prepared the body. He was gentle, quiet, the type of person who had been around sickness so long he knew how to carry other people’s grief without crushing it. When there was nothing left to do in the chapel, he asked if I would come to his of

Ivonne’s POV I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, bracing myself. “Mr. Archibald... Grandpa sorry,” I said carefully. “I… I didn’t expect your call.” His voice on the other end was smooth but laced with a cold distance, like every word had been weighed before it left his lips. “No. I imagine you didn’t.” Silence stretched, heavy, until he spoke again. “Your mother. She’s gone.” I froze in the middle of the hallway. My grip on the phone trembled. “H-how do you know…?” “I make it my business to know most of what happens under this family’s roof—and beyond it,” he said flatly. “News travels quickly to me, Ivonne. Especially when it concerns my grandson’s wife.” The bluntness of it all knocked the breath from my chest. “Then… then you know she—” “Yes.” His tone softened, barely. “And I’m… sorry. I mean that. A mother’s death is never easy, no matter the circumstances.” For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. I expected cruelty, judgment, maybe even satisfaction. But

Ivonne's POVThe lobby of the modest hotel I chose smelled faintly of polished wood and lavender air freshener, the kind that was meant to make guests feel calm and safe. I clutched my small overnight bag to my chest, trying to keep my shoulders square as I approached the reception desk. My legs felt like they were made of lead, but my pride forced me forward.“Good evening, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” the receptionist asked with a practiced smile.“No,” I said quickly, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “I just need a room for tonight. Something simple.”“Of course.” She clicked a few keys on her computer and nodded. “We have a standard room available. Will that be fine?”“Yes,” I breathed, my chest loosening just a little. “That’s perfect.”"How would you like to pay?""Can you charge it to my card?"“Sure. May I have your card?”I dug into my bag and pulled out my debit card. It wasn’t like I’d been using it much lately Lincoln had always insisted on paying for eve

Ivonne's POV"Never." I snapped.Suddenly, the air in my uncle’s living room instantly felt suffocating. My chest rose and fell as I tried to process the vile thing that had just come out of his mouth. "He has always taken an interest in you since you were a little girl." were the words he had said with Zero shame.He wanted to Pimp me out to that old pervert Mr. Bennett? An old man who was old enough to be my grandfather?A man that apparently did not hide the fact that he had looked at me with lust when I was still underage? My uncle’s face was still calm, but there was a cruel glint in his eyes that I had never noticed before."What did you just say little girl?" My uncle snapped back." “No,” I said firmly, my voice trembling with fury. “I will not be anyone’s mistress. Not for money. Not for security. And certainly not to Mr. Bennett.” Uncle Mathew’s face darkened instantly. His brows furrowed, his lips tightened, and his nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge. “Listen t

Lincol's povI’ve been in my grandfather’s manor hundreds of times, but every damn time I step through those giant oak doors, it’s like walking into another world.The place is massive, actually, it was more like an entire kingdom under one roof. As a kid, I used to get lost in its endless corridors. Hell, sometimes even the servants who had worked for decades couldn’t even find me. I’d wander through hallways that seemed to stretch on forever, open doors to forgotten rooms, and swear I heard voices whispering behind the walls.Rumor had it there were secret passageways. As a boy, I believed it. As a man, standing here now, I’m not so sure. But looking at the manor again, the way it looms with its towering ceilings and cold marble floors, maybe it’s true.What I do know for certain is this: one day, all of this will be mine.The thought sends a shiver of excitement down my spine, even now. This manor is the greatest legacy anyone in the country could hope for. People whisper about it i