Semua Bab The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : Bab 91 - Bab 100

"If you have nothing more to say... Then I'll..." Damien started."Mr Cruz..." Mr. Walls tried to smile, forcing his voice to sound polite. Damien raised a brow."Urmm..., perhaps about this contract, we can sit down and discuss a new arrangement. We can make this work..."Damien leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his cold gaze fixed on him. "We're seated already... the point is, there’s nothing to discuss that's why. You had your chance... You signed this agreement without reading through even when I asked you to."Mr. Walls cleared his throat, his fingers twitching against the table. "I admit there may have been… a misunderstanding. If you give us just a few more days, we can prove...""Mr Walls, you think I came here for excuses?" Damien asked his voice low. "I'm too lazy for that right now. We signed this for results, for proves. And clearly, you don’t have them... You failed to provide that. You failed as the director to see through your workers."Before Mr. Walls could repl

Lyriel came running, her breaths uneven and her eyes red—not from the run, but from the fear of losing him. She knew that if he left now, she wouldn’t see him again for years.She stopped just a few steps away from Damien, her voice trembling slightly."You really thought I wouldn’t come? After everything we’ve been through together?" Her lips quivered as she fought back the tears. "And you were going to leave without me? Aren’t you too cruel?"The tension in Damien’s shoulders finally loosened. A broken chuckle slipped from him, though his voice sounded dry and tired. "You’re late.""Better late than never," Lyriel shot back, lifting her chin stubbornly. But the tears in her eyes betrayed her. She stepped closer, voice cracking, "Next time… if you even dare think of leaving me again, I swear I’ll never forgive you and it will be the end… for both of us."Her words hit him hard… Could he really live without her? No way. Damien slowly reached forward, his fingers brushing against her

Damien walked into the living room and found Lyriel already there. She looked up at him, her eyes quickly running over his outfit."Are you going somewhere?" she asked, curiously.Damien nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Seems like they already found out I’m back. My dad just called… he wants me home."An "oh" slipped from Lyriel’s lips before she could stop herself.He tilted his head at her expression. "What’s that? You don’t want me to go?" He asked. "I could stay, you know. But… it might come with consequences later." His eyes twinkled with mischief as he said it.Lyriel quickly shook her head. "Of course not. You should go see your dad."Damien stepped closer, catching her wrist gently and pulling her into his arms. He held her tightly, his chin resting briefly against her hair as he held her to himself. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to rush back here the moment I’m done," he murmured.She nodded against his chest, her lips curling into a soft smile. He pulled back jus

The room went dead quiet after Chairman Cruz shouted. It was the kind of silence that made it hard to breathe. Everyone at the table watched Damien, waiting to see if he would obey or blow up. He was known for always causing trouble, and they expected the same today, especially with the chairman looking so angry.“Damien, don’t do anything reckless… The chairman’s already furious,” Gilbert said carefully.Damien didn’t turn around. He simply stood there, one hand slipping into his coat pocket as if the warning meant nothing. His lips curled faintly, that dangerous smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth."You’re not letting me leave?” His voice was quiet, almost playful as if they were all throwing jokes around. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder at his father. "And how exactly do you plan to stop me?"Chairman Cruz’s jaw tightened. He snapped his fingers, and almost immediately, four guards stationed by the door stepped forward, blocking Damien’s path. Their broad frames filled t

The night air was cold, but Damien didn’t feel it. His car sped down the road, the city lights flashing by in a blur. His chest still burned as his father’s words echoed in his mind."What have you ever done except bring shame?""If it wasn’t for your mother, I would never call you my son."Each word cut into him deeply. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching, teeth grinding against each other, but no matter how hard he held on, the ache inside him didn’t ease. Maybe that was why he pressed harder on the pedal. Maybe he wanted the danger, the speed, the thought that if he lost control, everything might finally end.But then his mother’s face flash in his mind. She was pale and weak, yet still smiling at him as if he was her whole world. He remembered the sound of her voice the last time she spoke, begging his father to look after him. That plea had died with her. His father had never even tried.Gilbert had always been the "perfect" son, the one praised and ce