All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 631 - Chapter 640

Ivonne’s POV “The person who attacked us was... it was Lady Ivonne.” I think my soul leaves my body for a second there.Until Marcellus slams his hand on the stand, with spit flying from his lips like some rabid dog. “Enough delays! Guards, seize her. We will carry out the sentence immediately.” They want to Execute me. Right now. No more trial. No more hope. Just… nothing. My vision blurs and the world starts spinning. I’m not even sure if I’m standing until arms hold me again—warm, familiar, shaking with rage. Hector. His grip on my waist is the only thing keeping me upright. “Ivonne,” he whispers, voice low but steady, “don’t give up yet. Look at me.” I do. And I almost crumble. His eyes look like storms trapped behind glass—furious, terrified, fighting every instinct to rip everyone in this room apart. “I won’t let them take you,” he says, helping me stand straight. “Not like this.” Marcellus scoffs, “How touching. Unfortunately, your sentiment means nothing, Alpha He

Ivonne’s POVThe court room is so quiet that I can actually hear the birds outside. Every gaze is locked on Lady Viera who is sitting at the witness stand,, pale, trembling, but most importantly.... aliveEven the three horrifying figures of the Veil of Teeth, cloaked and monstrous, stay completely still beside Marcellus like predators waiting to pounce.My heart won’t stop pounding. Hector now stands only a few feet away from me, tense like he’s ready to tear out throats if anyone moves wrong.Viera clears her throat, wincing. “I… will tell everything,” she says, voice raspy and strained. “What I remember.”No one even breathes.“I was walking down the west hall… near Elara’s rooom,” Viera begins. “And I heard laughter. Ivonne, Elara, and Tessa were together. They seemed… happy. Like nothing was wrong.” She swallows. “I was jealous. I admit that.”My lungs tighten. I glance at Tessa, who refuses to meet my eyes. Elara looks like she might pass out.“I continued down the hall toward

Ivonne’s POV My chest is still hammering from seeing Elara at the mercy of the Veil of Teeth. The air in the court feels thicker, almost electric, as if the very walls are holding their breath with us. I can barely think straight. My palms itch, my knees feel weak, and I have this sick twist in my stomach.I take a slow, steadying breath, trying to regain control as i struggle to understand what is happeningI try to reach out with my mind link to Hector, and the instant relief that floods me when I feel his presence is enough to make me kneel in silent gratitude.Ivonne: Hector… what exactly is happening? What is a Reading of Life?His voice slides directly into my mind, calm but edged with tension.Hector: It’s… the Veil of Teeth plays the entirety of a person’s life. Every memory, every choice, every action, until the truth of the case is exposed. They’ll replay it in front of everyone. Nothing can be hidden.I blink at the thought, my stomach twisting tighter.Wait… everything? I

Ivonne’s POV I didn’t expect the room to be this quiet after everything. You could hear a pin drop. But then Hector stiffened beside me.His gaze was pinned on someone else—on Tessa.Her wheelchair sat a few feet away, her face pale and eyes darting across the room like a cornered animal. She looked like she was trying to become invisible. Like she wished she could melt into the floor. And Hector… his expression changed. Suspicion settled in his eyes, sharp and heavy.“Tessa,” Hector said, voice low, dangerous. “Give your hand.”“What?” Tessa’s voice quivered. “Alpha, I—I’m not well. I shouldn’t—”The Veil hissed in response. Those ghostly figures that wandered at the edges of the hall seemed to materialize a little more, like they were hungry.Hector’s voice sharpened. “Enough. Give your hand. Now.”“I— I feel faint,” Tessa whimpered, slumping dramatically and rolling her eyes back as her body sagged like she was fainting.For a moment, some people gasped—until Hector scoffed.“Get

Ivonne’s POVEverything dissolved into screaming.My screaming.“UNLOCK ME!” I shrieked, voice ripping right out of my throat. The metal cuffs bit into my wrists as I yanked forward. “UNLOCK ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW! GUARDS, PLEASE!”No one moved.No one breathed.Hector lay there on the floor, the knife still in his chest, blood pooling like an ocean beneath him.“PLEASE!” I screamed louder, wild, desperate. “UNLOCK ME, I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF IF YOU DON’T—”The chains clattered — someone finally moved. One of the guards scrambled to the dais, fumbling with the keys. The cuffs snapped open and I barely registered the sting in my wrists as metal hit the floor.I ran.I don’t even remember my legs moving — just that suddenly I was on my knees beside Hector, my hands shaking over his body.“Hector,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Hector, please—”His eyes fluttered open.And then he moved his hand.He reached for the knife.“No— no, don’t—” I tried to stop him but he was faster, even bleeding.