บททั้งหมดของ Revenge on my Alpha husband: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Freya: The moment I stepped into my chambers, I let out a long, exasperated sigh. The fabric of my dress clung to my skin uncomfortably. I needed to change, to wash off everything that had made today insufferable—Edward’s indifference, Freya's looming shadow over my ambitions, the irritation clawing at my skin like an insect I couldn’t swat away. I stripped out of my gown, letting it pool onto the floor before walking toward the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—golden curls perfectly in place, lips painted the color of ripe berries, eyes sharp, calculating. Beautiful. Desirable. And yet, completely powerless. For now. I pulled on a deep green velvet cloak, fastening it at my throat, and slid into a simpler dress—something fitting for where I was going. My fingers twitched as I laced up my boots. I was getting tired of this routine, of descending into the filth of the dungeons just to see a man who no longer served a purpose in my life. Soon, I wouldn’t h

Lianna: I woke up feeling… strange. The kind of strange that settled in my bones, wrapping around my chest. Lying there, staring at the golden drapes swaying slightly from the morning breeze, I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. There was nothing left to do. Freya had found a cure. Or rather, she had revealed it at the most opportune moment—right when Edward needed someone to swoop in and save the day. Right when the people were desperate for a hero. I didn’t doubt, not even for a second, that she had known it all along. She had played her hand perfectly, orchestrating every move like a master manipulator. First, Alistair had been murdered. Then Ethan had been framed. And now, as if to tie everything together with a pretty little bow, Freya had become the kingdom’s savior. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. It was a clever strategy. Effective. And now, with Ethan no longer useful to her ambitions, I knew exactly where she would set her s

Lianna: The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Edward hadn’t said a word since my outburst. He just stood there, his gaze locked onto me like he was trying to decipher some impossible puzzle. I scoffed, shaking my head as I turned away. “If you’re just going to stand there and say nothing, then I shouldn’t have said anything at all.” Before I could take another step, he was on me. A firm arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His warmth seeped into me, but I refused to relax. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply before pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. “That’s not true,” he murmured, his voice thick, almost hoarse. “I’m speechless, Lianna. Fucking speechless.” He tightened his grip, as though afraid I’d slip away. “I didn’t expect to hear those words from you. I fucking didn’t.” His confession made my stomach flip, but I refused to let him off the hook so easily. Fighting the shiver running down m

Lianna: I had spent the entire morning pacing my chambers, attempting to distract myself with work, with books, with literally anything that didn’t involve Edward and her. But no matter what I did, my thoughts kept circling back to them. The laughter they shared. The hushed conversations. The way he looked at her, not quite like a man in love, but not like someone who despised her, either. It made my skin crawl. What exactly could I do to snap Edward out of this daze he had been in since he let his anger dictate things for him? I was actually done feeling guilty, but the anger remained. It fucking remained. It was eating through me like fucking cancer. Reminding me that no matter what happened, Freya would always win. Just as she had won with Edward. I exhaled sharply, staring at the untouched breakfast tray on my table. Even the smell of freshly baked bread and rich honeyed tea—things I normally enjoyed—made my stomach churn. I hated feeling this way. Helple

Lianna’s POV The wooden door shut behind me with a dull thud, and I exhaled sharply, shaking off the remnants of my irritation. Just as the man was about to step inside, I called out, my voice firm but polite. "Hey!" He stopped abruptly, his broad shoulders tensing before he turned, one brow arched in confusion. The fading light outlined his face—sharp jaw, sun-weathered skin, dark eyes that held an unreadable glint. I came to a halt before him, brushing loose strands of hair away from my face. "Sorry for stopping you like that," I said, offering a small smile. He studied me for a moment, then gave a slow nod. "Is there an issue?" I let out a short laugh, crossing my arms. "You seriously don’t know who I am?" He shrugged, casual as ever. "No clue." For a second, I thought he was joking. I blinked. "No clue?" He shook his head. Okay, either this guy lived under a rock or he was messing with me. "I’m the Luna," I said, watching his expression