All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

Ivonne’s POVSolenne just stood there with that smug little smile tugging at her lips, like she had been waiting for us to walk in. My breath caught. Of all the people I expected to see in the dining room, she was the very last.Tessa froze beside me, her voice shaking as she snapped, “W-What are you doing here? You should be in the dungeon!” She repeated what I had just said.Solenne rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please. You all act like you can get rid of me that easily. When we all know I'm not the killer here."My stomach twisted. Hector had just told me earlier that he didn’t think she killed Viera… and now Solenne was here practically taunting us. If she really didn’t do it… then…No. I forced my mind to stop there. I wasn’t ready to follow that trail of thought.Solenne folded her arms, chin lifted arrogantly. “And for the record, there’s no actual proof I killed Viera. But don’t worry, I’ll soon prove who really did.”Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward me, and I felt th

IVONNE’S POVThe moment the question slipped out of my mouth, I wanted to eat it back.Hector turned to stone beneath me — solid, frozen, painfully still — and I felt my stomach drop straight out of my body.Why did I say that?Why now?Why when everything finally felt calm?“I—I didn’t mean to ask that now—” I started, mortified.He didn’t let me finish.“Ivonne.” His hand gently but firmly held my chin, making me meet his eyes. “Don’t take it back.”I swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want to ruin the mood. I don’t want you to feel—”“You asked because you deserve to know.” His voice was quiet, steady, but heavy… like every word carried weight. “And because you’re about to be my wife.”That last part made my heart jump, but I didn’t push it.He let out a long breath, the kind someone exhales when they’ve been holding something in for years.“Chelsea and I met when we were eighteen,” he began.Chelsea?The name alone made my chest tighten in an uncomfortable way. I imm

Ivonne’s POVI don’t know what part of me had shifted over the last few days, but as I watched Hector step in front of me on the stairs, with his shoulders tense, eyes darkening, and his jaw locked, I was forcing myself to face and accept something that would’ve shocked the Ivonne from a few months ago:…I actually liked this domininat side of him.Not the unhealthy kind. Not the controlling kind. Just… the way he stood for me. The way he moved without thinking, as if shielding me was his reflex.It actually felt good to let myself breathe even for just a bit.Still, Lincoln and Hector glaring murder at each other on the staircase wasn’t exactly how I wanted my morning to start.“Okay, enough.” I stepped between them, putting a hand on Hector’s chest before his wolf decided to appear fully. “Stop it. Both of you.”Lincoln scoffed. “Tell your guard wolf to calm down.”"Watch it pup!" Hector growled low, but I pressed firmer on his chest. “Hector. Leave it.”He didn’t look convinced, bu

Ivonne's pov “What if Lincoln paid the hospital to kill my mother?”Lora frowned in confusion. "Ivonne, I'm not sure what you mean -- wait Ivonne!" I didn’t even realize what I was doing until the sharp sound of tearing paper snapped through the dining room. Rip. Rip. Rip. I tore through the receipts like they were alive and I needed them dead. My hands were shaking so violently that a few of the pieces fluttered to the floor like snow. “Whoa—Ivonne!” Lora jumped from her seat, her eyes wide as she grabbed my wrist. “What in the goddess’s name are you doing?! Why are you tearing those?” I jerked my hand back, my breath ragged. “Because I know Lincoln killed her.” Lora froze. Completely froze. “Killed who exactly?” “My mother,” I spat, voice cracking as I tore through another receipt. “He killed my mother!” Lora blinked rapidly, her face contorting in shock. “Ivonne, what?! How—why—what are you talking about? Everyone knows she died from heart failure!” I let out an ugly, hys

Ivonne's POVMy thumb hovered over the screen as I stared at his name… and every instinct in me screamed that whatever this call was about—It was about to make my mood much much worse, so I just ended the call and continued my way up the stairs.But then, he started calling again, and i cut the call again and kept walking.By the time I reach the top of the stairs, Justin’s name flashes across my screen again, probably for the sixth time now, and I stand there in the hallway, feeling like my brain is being wrung out.I really can’t deal with any more problems. Not right now. Not after the parcel i had just recieved with all it's implications.So I do the only thing my exhausted mind can handle:I put my phone on silent, pray that he would be tired now, then turn toward my room, and began walking like a zombie, but the phone immediately starts vibrating again.“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath as the ringtone vibrates relentlessly.I’m honestly surprised at