All Chapters of Jilted Heiress Strikes Back: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sounds of a soft thud came from the bathroom. Raina was about to push the door open when Leif’s voice rang out, “It’s fine—not too cold, not too hot.”Raina raised her brows slightly. “Oh? That’s good.”She had been lost in thought just now and hadn’t paid attention to the water temperature. By the time she remembered, Leif had already gone in.After a while, Leif spoke in a low voice, “You can come in.”Raina cleared her throat and pushed the door open again. Since she’d already seen the injuries on Leif’s back before, this time she showed no surprise. When bathing him, she deliberately avoided touching those scars and moved with extra gentleness.Once he was done and had changed clothes, she helped him out and got him settled before leaving the bathroom.Back in her room, Raina didn’t rush to rest. She sat down on the couch, pulled out her phone, hesitated for a moment, then opened WhatsApp. Scrolling through her contacts, her finger paused on one without a nickname—just a profile p

Raina followed the sound and looked over. Beneath the warm, ambient glow of string lights, stood a tall man and woman—both striking, both seemingly made for each other. Even at a distance, they looked like a perfect match.That one glance was all it took to stir a memory she’d locked away years ago.It had been during the Midsummer Festival in Lystra—a night when the whole town came alive with music, laughter, and lights strung high above cobblestone streets. People danced in open squares, toasted under the stars, and believed that if you spent that evening with someone you truly loved, your bond would endure the test of time.That night, beneath a sky lit up with fairy lights and fireworks, Reid had stood in the crowd, holding a paper lantern he’d made by hand. Even in the sea of people, she had found him instantly—and he had spotted her, too. They had run to each other without hesitation, like gravity pulling two halves of the same soul together.Back then, she believed that moment

Tessa’s expression collapsed. Her face contorted with confusion, bloodshot eyes fixed unblinkingly on Rayden. Not even for a second did her gaze waver. No one could tell—did she want to kill him, or run up and throw her arms around him?She should hate Rayden. She had every reason to. It would be only right. But now, seeing him stand there—resurrected from the dead—she found that even hatred was beyond her.For a long moment, a complex emotion stirred in her heart, one she had never known before. A sour ache, a sharp sting, and a tangled mess of feelings she couldn’t even begin to name—all mixing together until they made her want to cry.Down below the stage, chaos reigned. People were screaming, fleeing, frozen in shock. Some shouted at the top of their lungs. Some fainted dead away. And some, smiling, munched on sunflower seeds like they were watching a soap opera.Just then, a piercing voice rang out, "Of course he didn’t die. If he had, who do you think’s been guiding your revenge

Rayden let out a cold laugh and snapped, “I told you—you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not your brother. My only younger brother died a long time ago… Get out of my way!”Rocky trembled all over, trying to speak, but his tongue was tied in knots, lips quivering. After struggling for quite a while, he couldn’t get a single word out.Just then, an old hand—wrinkled and spotted with age—slowly reached out and rested on Rocky’s shoulder. A calm, smiling voice sounded from behind him.It was Old Master Croft. He was smiling as he said, “Rocky, step aside. Let him pass.”Rocky’s eyes widened as he frantically shook his head and finally shouted, “No! No, I can’t… I won’t! Aren’t we the closest family? How… how did it come to this?!”How did it come to this?That question must’ve echoed in every person’s heart on the stage—how did things turn out this way?How did the person they respected most become the enemy who slaughtered their family?How did the one they loved turn out to be the one usi

Rayden—how could he possibly believe it?After all these years, his heart was consumed by hatred. He had personally turned a once-righteous, elegant, and extraordinarily talented man into a bloodthirsty monster. Though his hands bore no actual blood, he had indirectly caused countless deaths, walking over bones and rivers of blood to reach where he was now. This hatred that had brewed for over twenty years had finally reached its boiling point tonight—his vengeance was within reach.And yet, someone was telling him that everything he had believed was false. That his hatred, his vengeance, had all been a mistake. That even those he believed to be enemies might have died unjustly. That all his efforts, all the blood spilled, had been nothing but a tragic joke.That—was simply too cruel to accept.He wouldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it.At that moment, down below the stage, Raina turned and glanced behind her at Leif.Leif had been sitting quietly on the sofa the entire time. And