All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

Ivonne’s POVI had a hundred guesses about where Hector was taking me, and every single one of them involved something… expensive.A rooftop restaurant, maybe. Or a vineyard with private tastings. Something classy and quiet — the kind of place where a man could “accidentally” impress you without admitting he was trying to.He was the calm, controlled type, but I’d seen that subtle gleam of mischief in his eyes this morning. And after Lora’s little fashion ambush, I was sure this was all part of some carefully planned surprise.So when the car began slowing down… and I looked out the window…My jaw dropped.This wasn’t fancy. Not even close.The smooth, glossy streets of the upper city were long gone. Instead, we were surrounded by narrow, uneven roads and rows of old brick buildings that had seen better decades. Laundry lines stretched between cracked balconies, and children ran barefoot in the dusty street, chasing a deflated ball.The car stopped beside a faded bakery with half its

Ivonne’s POV “Ivonne?” My name left Justin’s lips in disbelief before I could finish processing the fact that he was truly here. I froze, blinking a few times, still wondering if my eyes were not playing tricks on me. But Nope. It was really him... standing across the festival ground, surrounded by colorful stalls, children running around, and the faint music in the air. My stomach dropped. No. No, no, no. He couldn’t be here — especially not now. If Hector saw him, it would be utter chaos as usual. And that could potentially ruin this entire peaceful, warm-hearted festival. I could already picture Hector’s clenched jaw and that dark look in his eyes that usually came seconds before he started snapping at someone. Justin started walking toward me, his grin widening. Oh, goddess. I muttered a quick “excuse me” to the women beside me, then practically bolted toward him, grabbing his arm before anyone could notice. “Come here,” I hissed, dragging him behind one of th

Ivonne’s POV The silence in the car now was unbearable. It wasn’t just quiet, it was heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. The only sound was the faint hum of the engine and the sharp rhythm of my heartbeat thudding in my ears. Hector hadn’t said a word since he slammed the brakes, and I didn’t dare look at him. His aura was cold and suffocating, that kind of dangerous calm that made every nerve in my body tense. My hands twisted together in my lap, clammy with sweat, and for a terrifying second I wondered if I might actually have to open the door and jump out just to breathe again. Then his voice came, low and sharp, slicing through the silence like a knife. “Who told you about my fated mate?” My stomach dropped. I froze, my fingers tightening around each other. “What?” He turned his head slightly, his eyes burning even though his expression stayed eerily blank. “Don’t fucking play dumb with me, Ivonne. Who told you?” I could feel the pressure of his anger press

Ivonne's POV Elara now sat on the edge of my bed, arms folded, watching me with a quiet, all-knowing look. “I told you,” she said softly, not even smug, just tired. “I knew he’d show you exactly who he was sooner or later.” “Yeah,” I muttered, rubbing my temple. “You were right. I should’ve listened.” I let out a long, tired sigh, sinking deeper into my bed as the reality of the weekend finally hit me. I really should have just listened to Elara from the start. I should’ve stayed far, far away from Hector. I don’t even know what possessed me to agree to that stupid trip with him. Now, my whole weekend was ruined — my mood, my energy, everything.Fuck! The worst part was, I’d actually thought for a moment that Hector wasn’t as cold or hostile as everyone said. I thought maybe, deep down, there was something more human beneath all that arrogance and anger. But I was wrong. Completely wrong. At least now I’d seen his real nature for myself. And honestly, it was a relief. I didn’t

Authors note: Hi everyone 🤗. I have a new book out titled Freya's revenge mates. please check it out and let me know if you like and want me to continue it. It would mean a lot. Thank youu 🥰Ivonne's pov What did I do last night? And what did he do? Or rather, what might he have done to me? I stared at the sheets in horror, but my mind was completely blank. No. No way. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn't be half-dressed—in Hector’s bed! Not after all I had said about him yesterday. For a second I just sat there, frozen, trying to breathe through the panic hammering in my chest. After everything that had happened yesterday, after I’d promised myself I’d stay away from him—here I was, wrapped in his scent, surrounded by his things.How much more stupid could I get? “This has to be a nightmare,” I muttered under my breath, furious at myself. My hands clenched as I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around me as tightly as I could. My eyes darted around the room, searching