All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 741 - Chapter 750

Hector's PovI knew it was her before she even took off the hood.That was the part that unsettled me the most, even now as I stood by the door, watching Ivonne sleep like our world hadn’t just tilted off its axis.It hadn’t been the face.Not at first.Not the voice either.It had been something deeper—something instinctive, something buried in my bones that had recognized Chelsea's presence the moment she stepped into the hall.And I had hated it.I had hated that recognition.Because for me, Chelsea was not supposed to exist anymore—not in any real, tangible way. She was supposed to be a memory I had already buried, a chapter I had forced myself to close, a ghost that belonged to a past I had no intention of ever reopening.Even knowing she was alive somewhere out there hadn’t changed that. Knowing and seeing were two entirely different things.And when she stepped into that hall…It felt like the past had walked right back into my life without permission.I exhaled slowly, draggin

Ivonne's povI woke up slowly, like I was being pulled out of something deep and heavy, the warmth of sleep still clinging to me even as Hector’s voice settled gently over my thoughts.“Ivonne sweetheart… wake up,” he murmured softly.For a second, I didn’t move. I just stayed there, half-aware, my body relaxed in a way it hadn’t been in hours, maybe even days.Then it all came rushing back—the council hall, Chelsea, the mark, the arguments, the overwhelming storm of emotions that had nearly torn me apart just hours ago.My eyes snapped open.“Hector…” I breathed, my voice still thick with sleep as I pushed myself up on the bed.He was already sitting beside me, watching me closely.Too closely.There was something in his eyes.Something heavy.Sad.Like he had been thinking too much, carrying too much, and didn’t know how to put it down.I blinked at him for a second, then sat up fully, running a hand through my hair as I tried to steady myself.Oddly enough… I felt better.Not perfe

Ivonne's povI didn’t realize how much the conversation with the Oracle had taken out of me until we stepped out of her room and the door shut softly behind us, the echo of her words still lingering in my head like a storm that refused to pass, and suddenly everything felt too loud, too heavy, too much. At first, it was just a faint pressure behind my eyes, something I thought I could ignore, something I needed to ignore, because there were still things to do, people to see, decisions to make, and I couldn’t afford to fall apart right now, not when everything around us was already hanging by a thread. But then the pressure sharpened, turning into a dull ache that spread through my skull, and I found myself slowing down without even realizing it. Hector noticed immediately like He always did. “Ivonne,” he called softly, his hand coming to my arm as he stopped walking, his brows pulling together in concern as he studied my face. “What’s wrong?” I forced a small smile, even thou

Ivonne's POV I could still feel the echo of my own words long after the meeting ended.I’m ready to sacrifice anything.It sounded brave when I said it in front of everyone, strong and steady like the Luna they all believed in, but now that I was walking out of the hall with Hector beside me, the weight of it pressed down on my chest like something… something dangerous.And my head—Goddess—my head was starting to hurt again.Not just a dull ache this time, but something sharper, like a slow pressure building behind my eyes, tightening with every step I took, especially when my thoughts drifted back to that promise. It was like something inside me reacted to it, as if the words had woken something up.I pressed my fingers lightly against my temple, trying to hide it, but of course… Hector noticed.He always did.“Ivonne, sweetheart” he said quietly, his voice dropping in that way it always did when he was worried, his hand already coming up to gently hold my wrist and lower it from my

Ivonne's POV I was actually relieved when I finished my tasks earlier than expected, because for once, it felt like I had a little bit of control over something in this chaos of a week, but of course, that small sense of peace didn’t last long. “Ivonne.” I looked up from the papers I was sorting just in time to see Hector leaning against the doorway of my office, his arms crossed, his expression softer than it had been earlier this morning. “It’s time for the meeting,” he said gently. I didn’t sigh. At least, I tried not to. But of course, he noticed anyway. His brow lifted slightly, and he pushed himself off the doorframe, walking toward me. “You don't have to look like it's the end of the world, everything will be fine. Don't worry.” “I didn't say I was worried,” I said quickly. “You didn’t have to,” he replied, stopping right in front of me. “I know you.” I rolled my eyes a little, but the tension was still there in my chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to go. It’s just