All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 751 - Chapter 760

Ivonne's POV I didn’t even remember how I got back to the room.One second I was outside, staring at Chelsea slumped against the cracked wall with everyone rushing toward her, their voices loud and overlapping in confusion and shock, and the next second I was running down the hallway, my heart pounding so violently against my chest that it felt like it might break free and spill everything I was trying so desperately to hold in.My hands were shaking.My entire body was shaking.“What did I just do?” I whispered to myself as I pushed the door open and stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind me like I could lock the entire world out along with what had just happened.Silence filled the room.But it wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating.“You did exactly what you should have done,” Ulfris's voice in my head murmured, smooth and satisfied, almost pleased. “She was crossing her limits. You simply reminded her of her place.”“Shut up,” I snapped immediately, pressing my hands against my he

Ivonne's POV The air felt more suffocating than usual as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the folds of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time, even though I already knew it was pointless because no amount of smoothing fabric or fixing my hair was going to calm the storm building inside my chest.And it was definitely not going to calm the way my stomach kept twisting like it was warning me that I was walking straight into something tragic I wouldn’t be able to walk out of. Behind me, I could feel Hector watching, quiet for once, which somehow made everything worse. “You’re going to wear a hole into that dress if you keep doing that,” he said finally, his voice soft but carrying that careful tone he used when he didn’t want to set me off. “I just want to look… composed,” I muttered, even though I knew that wasn’t the truth, because composure had nothing to do with what was happening today. This was about survival. He stepped closer, his hands gently catching mine

Ivonne's povI felt the tense shift before anything else, the way the air tightened, the way every single eye snapped toward Hector as he stepped forward and took the podium that Marcellus had just occupied like he had nothing to fear, like the entire court wasn’t seconds away from tearing us apart for the blasphemy that had just come out of his mouth.My chest tightened as I watched him, my fingers curling slightly at my sides because I knew what he was doing, I knew what he was risking, and no matter how strong he looked right now, no matter how steady his shoulders were or how calm his expression seemed, I could feel through our bond just how tense he really was underneath it all.Behind him, there was movement, and I couldn’t help but glance over, my eyes landing on Marcellus as two men struggled to help him up from the floor where I had thrown him, and for a second—just a second—I forgot everything else.Because… how the hell was that possible?How did I seem to possess even more

Ivonne's povI still couldn’t move as I took in the look of devastation on Hector's face.I couldn’t even breathe properly as I stood there, frozen in the middle of the courtroom, my heart pounding so loudly it felt like it was echoing in my ears, because everything was happening too fast, too loudly, too overwhelmingly, and yet at the same time, it felt like the entire world had slowed down just to torture me.Hector’s hand twitched beside him.I noticed it immediately, my eyes snapping to him as I watched his fingers clench and unclench like he didn’t know what to do, like he was fighting himself, like he wanted to grab me and pull me behind him but didn’t know if he should, didn’t know if he even had the strength to anymore.And through our bond, I felt it. His sheer panic and distress in that moment.It rushed into me so strongly it made my chest ache, made my stomach twist, made my own emotions spiral even harder because I didn’t just feel my confusion and fear—I felt his too.Bu

Ivonne's povI couldn’t stop crying when Hector looked at me with that murderous look in his eyes.I wasn't scared that he would hurt me, no Hector would never do that.I was terrified he would hurt himself more or attack a different person.I knew I was the reason he was so angry, I was the reason he hurt himself by punching the wall. If I had only been strong enough to resist Ulfris and that stupid mate bond, then Hector wouldn't feel this bad.My cries came out in broken, uneven sobs as I clutched Hector’s hands, my fingers trembling as I stared at the blood smeared across his knuckles, at the raw, torn skin that he had caused himself, and my chest tightened so painfully it felt like I couldn’t breathe properly.“Why would you do this to yourself?” I choked out, my voice shaking as I gently tried to pull his hands closer to me, as if I could somehow undo the damage just by holding them. “Hector, please… don’t hurt yourself because of me.”He didn’t answer immediately.His breathing