Semua Bab CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Bab 451 - Bab 460

Rhea's Pov “That’s not even the part that shocked me.” He continued, shaking his head slightly as if he himself couldn’t believe the next words. “None of those assassins reached you, Rhea. Not one. Someone intercepted them.” My lips parted, but no sound came out. “Every single one of them died before they could even reach you or alert any of us.” My mind flashed back to the mysterious voice, the cryptic warning, the constant feeling of being watched but never harmed. “He said… he’s been taking care of things from the shadows,” I murmured, the words tasting different now, heavier. Alaric nodded slowly, “I think we finally know what he meant.” The truth settled between us with a weight I could almost feel pressing against my chest. This man, whoever he was, hadn’t just been hovering in the background, offering warnings and riddles. He had been fighting battles we didn’t even know existed. He had been there, always a step ahead, always unseen, always making sure I stayed alive w

Alaric's Pov “Jace?” I repeated, the name hanging in the air. I stared at the woman, then back at the phone screen, focusing on the picture of the man. The resemblance to the Leon who had been talking to Rhea at the hospital was too close to be dismissed as a coincidence. It was uncanny. Same eyes, same bone structure, same set to the jaw.I felt a surge of intense confusion. Had Marcus made a mistake in identifying the man? Or was Anya lying about the name?"Jace?" I repeated, my voice low and sharp. "You're telling me this man, who is clearly Leon introduced himself to you as Jace?"Anya was still shaking violently, but her confusion seemed genuine this time. "He did! He was introduced to me by a contact as Jace. I didn't know he was dealing with Isabelle or what he was using it for. I swear! I only ever knew him as Jace!"I took a slow, controlled breath, stepping back to process this new name. This entire investigation had hinged on the identity of Leon. If he had a twin, or an i

Rhea's Pov I glanced at Alaric, who met my eyes. We both moved toward Laziel. Alaric kneels right in front of him, his height still seeming to tower over Laziel, blocking the light a bit. He reached out and gently ruffled Laziel's hair, probably trying to keep his own calm because the both of us could see how badly Laziel was shaking. Laziel couldn't remember anything for months after he was brought back, and now, he was remembering in rapid succession. I was worried that he'd get injured by the mental strain.“Can you tell us who it is?” Alaric questioned, bringing me out of my thoughts.Laziel nodded. “Robert Giovanni. My father is Robert Giovanni and he's the head of the Giovanni family.” Laziel said, his voice not more than a whisper.I gasped softly. Alaric had called it back then; he did say that Laziel's family must be the Giovanni Family. However, what I didn't understand was why no one came to look for him after all these years. It's been almost two or three years, including

Rhea’s Pov ​Laziel's eyes widened. "You're saying the truth?" He stepped closer to Alaric, shock and confusion filling his gaze. ​Alaric nodded, crossing his arms then leaning on the wall. "Nathan just finished checking. Due to the fights, there are a lot of openings, so it was very easy to check out what's really happening. As of now, Monte has been able to pull over half of your clansmen to his and Jeremy's side. It's only a matter of time before all the rulership goes over to Monte and Jeremy. Your father only has the support of a few of the older members of your family who believe that choosing the next person in power should fall on the existing head." ​Laziel gripped the back of the armchair, his knuckles white against the dark wood. The news felt like a physical blow. The power struggle he had been unwittingly pulled from years ago was nearing its conclusion, and his father was losing badly. ​"This is exactly what Monte wanted," Laziel muttered, his jaw tight. "He manipulat

Rhea's Pov The man’s eyes snapped toward me, cold and unforgiving. His lips thinned into a line of pure ice. "I have no idea what you’re trying to say, little girl," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dismissive growl. "But I suggest you watch your tongue before you find yourself thrown out onto the street." I didn't flinch. Instead, I let out a light, airy shrug, moving my hands as if brushing off a piece of dirt from my clothes. "If you don’t understand, then it’s fine. I won’t force you to use a brain that clearly isn't working today. However," I added, my voice sharpening as I looked him dead in the eye, "there’s no need to stand here and keep accusing us of lying. It’s incredibly easy to settle this. We can conduct a DNA test right now to check if he’s the real Laziel or not. Unless, of course, the great Giovanni family is afraid of what a drop of blood might say." The man’s face went a shade of purple that matched the tacky gold trim on his house. He looked like he was abo