All Chapters of The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Please… just give me a little more time,” the young man begged, kneeling on the wet pavement as the rain poured down. “I promise I’ll find the money for my mom’s treatment. Just a few more days. I’m begging you.”Lyriel sat inside the car, watching him. Victor Maddox.“Do you want to help him?” Sophia asked gently beside her. "You know, he’s the one you’ve secretly liked for years. Maybe this is your chance... maybe he’ll finally notice you."Lyriel hesitated, her eyes still on him. "But Sophia…"Sophia smiled warmly. "Just do whatever your heart wants. Sometimes that’s enough."For a moment, Lyriel said nothing. Then, she took a deep breath and looked away. "We’re going to be late for the show," she muttered instead."I’ll call the manager and let him know," Sophia replied calmly. "So it’s settled, right?"Lyriel slowly reached for the umbrella lying on the seat beside her. Before stepping out, she glanced at Sophia, who gave her a firm nod of encouragement. With a quiet breath, Lyr

The water stopped running but Lyriel’s hands were still trembling. She quickly deleted the message, her fingers moving faster than her thoughts. She locked Victor’s phone and placed it gently back on the dresser... the very spot where it had been, untouched, unseen. Then she sat on the bed, quietly. Her heart wasn’t beating the same anymore. When Victor stepped out of the bathroom, she didn't move. She didn’t smile. She didn’t speak. He walked over, calm and smiling like the man she used to know… or maybe never really knew at all. He kissed the top of her head. “You’re awake,” he said gently, but it didn’t sound the same to her anymore. She nodded slowly. He turned away, pulling open the drawer beside the dresser, and her eyes followed him, every movement like slow motion. From the drawer, he brought out a small, familiar bottle. The pills. The ones he always gave her. But this time…He took two out. Not one. He turned to her, his smile light, effortless

Tears poured down Lyriel’s face, blurring everything around her as she stood frozen in the hallway. Her heart hurt more than ever. She had tried to stay strong, but everything was crumbling.Then, small hands wrapped around hers."Stop being mean to my mom!" Ava shouted, her voice shaking. Her eyes were full of tears. "I didn’t know you were a bad person, Sophia. My mom is your friend."Lyriel looked down at her six-year-old daughter.Ava held her tighter and gently pulled her away from the scene. Together, they walked down the hallway to Ava’s room. Neither of them spoke, but the quiet felt safe like a soft hug.Inside the room, Ava handed her mom a cup of water from her little desk. Lyriel took it with trembling hands and sipped slowly. Just yesterday, Ava had barely talked to her, upset and distant. But now… she was standing up for her like a tiny guardian angel.Lyriel sat on the bed, wiping her tears as Ava climbed up beside her. The little girl softly ran her fingers through her

Lyriel smiled softly, her eyes catching the sudden stiffness in Sophia’s body. Her friend’s face had gone pale, mouth slightly ajar, eyes frozen as if she was caught off guard.Lyriel tilted her head and suddenly let out a light laugh. “Oh, come on, Sophia,” she said with a playful tone, gently nudging her shoulder. “Why do you look so nervous? I was just joking.”Sophia blinked, struggling to respond."I mean," Lyriel continued, chuckling softly as her tone return to the easy, casual one. "I’ve never really seen you with a guy since high school. It’s almost like you’re planning to become a nun or something.”Sophia let out a soft, awkward laugh, trying to brush it off. “Yeah… maybe I should finally get a boyfriend,” she joked, her voice a little shaky.Lyriel smiled, watching her carefully. Of course she could tell Sophia was uneasy, even though she tried to act normal.The air between them was less tensed now, but Lyriel knew Sophia now suspected something but she didn’t care. She w

Damien didn’t say a word, he let her kiss him without the slightest resistance, no mocking grin, just that still, unreadable expression he wore so well. He didn’t move, didn’t close his eyes, he just let her lead. It was strange, almost unreal to see a man like him, known for his dominance simply… allow.But that was the thing, he wasn’t surrendering. He was observing and testing her but she didn’t even realize it.Her fingers curled tighter around his tie, pulling him more closely into that kiss, her lips moving against his without pause. It was soft, urgent, and firm. It was a kiss that made no space for confusion because it wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t shy. It was a clear declaration that she wanted him in her plan.When she finally pulled back, Damien blinked slowly. His head tilted a little, his eyes assessing her. He wiped a thumb across his lips, then gave a low, humorless laugh, as though still wrapping his head around what had just happened.“Well, damn,” he murmured under his