All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 571 - Chapter 580

Ivonne POVI definitely couldn’t stop shaking now.Every step forward felt like my legs didn’t want to move, like my knees were hollow. Viera’s brother’s screams were still ringing in my ears — murderer, filthy murderer — with the same sharpness as if he were still in front of me. My heart hadn’t slowed down. It thumped violently, uneven, like it was trying to break out of my chest.The guards didn’t even give me time to breathe before pushing me into a massive dark doorway.I stumbled inside the hall, caught off guard by how huge it was — carved stone pillars, high ceilings, glowing torches casting shadows that made all the old Lycans seated inside look like creatures from a nightmare. Dozens of large, muscular, intimidating men turned toward me the second I appeared.They stopped talking. All of them. And just stared.And I swear, for a second, I couldn’t breathe. Every set of eyes was cold, disapproving, sharp, like I was something they’d scrape off their boots.I forced myself to

Ivonne's pov "Tessa, Your family has sent a message this morning. They informed the court that if you lie… or withhold any truth… you will be disowned.” Marcellus had revealed with a smile.The man was shamelessly intimidating the poor girl in front of everyone and the sad thing was that no one could really stop him because it was completely legal.Tessa's eyes was now shining with tears but she did a good job of holding it back. I wanted to shout, to defend her, to tell her it wasn’t fair—but I knew what could happen if I spoke In this court without permission again. So I forced myself to stay still, but my fists curled so tightly they shook. Marcellus stepped closer to Tessa, voice dripping with false sympathy. “Now, Tessa… tell us. Tell the court what you saw Ivonne do. Tell us what happened to Lady Viera.” Tessa looked like she might faint. She stared at her feet, at the elders, then at me. Her chin trembled violently. “I… I didn’t…” She swallowed hard. “I didn’t see

Ivonne's POVHector’s eyes darkened and he said. "I will tell you what really happened that night." I honestly felt like my mind blanked out when Hector leaned down and whispered those words.Like what did he mean?! My brain was still stuck on that when everything else started moving at a dizzying speed. I should’ve demanded he explain. I should’ve asked how that made sense when Tessa had just shown a literal video of Solenne plotting with her uncle. But Hector didn’t give me a second to form a coherent thought as he started lifting me out of the Stand. Then the next thing I knew, Marcellus—still red with humiliation—stormed up to us, barking, “Hector! wait! You cannot just—” Hector turned on him with such cold authority that even I flinched. “Elder Marcellus,” Hector said, voice dangerously calm, “interrogate Lady Solenne first. Now. Unless you wish to defy the court you claim to represent.” Marcellus actually stepped back. “You can’t order—” Hector moved closer. “Try me.”

Ivonne’s POV Hector is practically vibrating with anger beside me now. I could feel him Seething. Silently. Dangerously. And I’m sitting right next to him, trying to hold myself together while the entire boardroom watches us like they’re waiting for someone to get stabbed with a pen. My pulse was already racing, but I forced a calm breath into my lungs. Losing my cool now will only make things worse. Hector’s anger was starting to feel like an electrical storm in the room — thick, sharp, crackling against my skin. It’s making my nerves jump in ways they have absolutely no business jumping. I straightened my back, smoothing my palms on the table, and finally speak. “Alright,” I say, sounding far calmer than I feel. “Before anything gets blown further out of proportion, I need to be very clear. I have never — not once — expressed romantic interest in Justin. And he never proposed to me.” Mr. Clarkson leaned back like he’s been waiting for his cue. “But did you, or did you not,

Authors Pov: Apologies about the duplicate chapters. The network malfunctioned and I immediately applied for it to be corrected, but that takes some time. Ivonne's POV The minute we get home, I pulled Hector aside. "So About Viera and that night. please start talking." Hector sighed I didn’t even realize I was gripping His arm until he gently pried my fingers off and glanced down the hallway like he expected someone to be listening. “We can’t talk here,” he muttered, voice low, controlled. “Not in the open, it's too dangerous for you.” A cold shiver crawled up my spine. Too dangerous even at home?But He sounded… serious. Too serious. And suddenly every worst-case scenario my mind could invent came rushing in. “Hector?” I whispered, my throat tight. “What really happened that night? Please just tell—” “Not here.” He cut me off again and took my wrist, not roughly, but with enough urgency that I didn’t dare resist. He walked fast, pushing open his bedroom door and pu