Lahat ng Kabanata ng 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Kabanata 531 - Kabanata 540

Ivonne's pov I took my seat and waited to see who would be the first to speak because i refused to be the first to greet them... no matter how petty that was. “Good morning,” Hector finally said though his tone was measured. The concubines turned too, each giving a polite little bow of the head. “Good morning, Lady Ivonne,” one of them said with a small, practiced smile. “It’s an honor to dine with you.” “Likewise,” I replied calmly, though the words tasted hollow.Because it was at that moment, my mind chose to notice that they all looked so freaking perfect—each one stunning and sexy in a different way. One had long black hair braided with gold thread, another had eyes so green they almost looked unreal. Their Lycan made clothes shimmered like silk water. I suddenly felt painfully aware of my plain dress and the natural look of my hair. I forced myself to push away the insecurity and sat down beside Lora, who stood quietly at the corner. I kept my eyes on my plate, pret

Lincoln’s POV I leaned against the marble pillar at the far end of the hall, hidden behind one of the tall white curtains and watched as Ivonne was cussed out. The two concubines, Viera and Solenne, had cornered Ivonne like a pair of vicious wolves and the sight made my heart swell with Joy. Their voices were sharp and venomous as they basically called her a low grade werewolf who was beneath them. Ivonne stood there, back rigid, her jaw tight, saying nothing. I watched the exchange with quiet interest and arms crossed. They were practically doing my job for me. Hector’s women were tearing into her without a shred of hesitation. Well, serves her right for getting in over her head. Solenne smirked. “You should know we plan to carry his child. So, enjoy the scraps of his attention while you can.” And then they turned and strutted off, the click of their heels fading down the hall. I waited a few seconds, just long enough to see Ivonne’s expression shift. Her fury came slow, l

Lincoln’s POV I closed the file halfway and stared at the city lights again, my jaw tightening. That’s why Alison made sense. She didn’t hide her nature. She didn’t pretend to be sweet or selfless. She was greedy, yes — shallow, ambitious, and loud — but she didn’t lie about it. At least I knew where I stood with her. So I knew how to handle her. But with Ivonne, I had given everything. I wasn't cautious or suspicious until it was too late. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to shake the heaviness in my chest. But something else still bothered me. I flipped through the documents again. Financial reports. Property transfer papers. Education certificates. Medical summaries. But— Where the hell was the DNA report? I frowned, scanning the folder again. “No, no, no. I told Alex specifically to run a genetic check…” I pulled out the cover sheet where Alex had listed everything he’d found — but under the DNA section, it was blank. Nothing. No result. No note.

Ivonne’s POV The soft hum of the car engine filled the silence as I sat beside Lincoln, my hands folded neatly on my lap, eyes fixed on the blur of the city outside the tinted window. He hadn’t said much since we left the manor—just the occasional clipped instruction to the driver—and honestly, I was fine with that. I had enough on my mind already. After what had happened earlier… I still couldn’t shake it off. My mind drifted back to earlier that morning—back to them. After Solenne and Viera had walked away, their mocking laughter still echoing faintly in my ears, I just stood there in the same spot for what felt like forever. My hands had been clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, but I barely noticed the sting. I was too shocked—too furious—to feel anything properly. How dare they talk to me like that? Threaten me so openly in my house? It took me a few seconds to snap out of it, to remind myself that standing there like a stunned idiot wasn’t going

Ivonne’s POVThe air in the building immediately turned ice cold the moment we stepped into the main offices. And no, it was not from the undoubtedly ultra expensive air conditioners.It was from all the eyes glaring at me.I could feel every single eye on me. They were all sharp, judgmental, and anything but welcoming. Every person we passed stopped what they were doing just long enough to greet Lincoln and glare at me. I could hear some Some whispering about me while Some didn’t even bother pretending to hide their sneers. Their gazes trailed over me with open disgust, like I was some kind of stain that didn’t belong in this pristine place.But I kept my chin up and pretended not to notice. It wasn’t an easy task at all. The women behind the reception desk muttered something to each other and smirked when I glanced their way. One of the men by the glass doors actually looked me up and down before shaking his head in disappointment. My pulse thudded in my ears, but I forced mys