Semua Bab The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Eleanor’s sharp scream echoed through the study immediately the chairman clutched his chest."Call the doctor! Quickly!" she shouted at the guards as the chairman continue to clutched his chest, his breaths uneven as a few guard rushed out in panic, their footsteps echoing down the hall.But Damien didn’t move, he just stood where he was as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb into the room. Gilbert panicked, his eyes darting between their father and Damien as he took a step forward."T-This… this recording is fake! It’s not real Damien... why are you bent on causing confusion?" he said, sharply before turning to the chairman. "he’s trying to frame me, Father! I would never..."Damien leaned back against the wall slightly, folding his arms as his smirk deepened. He didn’t bother to argue, he just let Gilbert choke on his own lies. Slowly, Damien lifted his hand, glancing and playing with his fingers as he ignored everyone else."The project… or Lyriel?"His words, his unbothered tone, al

After Gilbert left Damien’s office, the room went quiet again. Damien leaned back in his chair, shaking his head almost in pity.“What does he even know?”Gilbert’s words were meant to hurt, but to Damien, they were just noise like an annoying fly buzzing near his ear. He turned back to the papers on his desk and kept working, flipping through each page carefully.An hour later, when he finished, he gathered the file he had just reviewed along with the one he had brought from home. He placed one file under his arm, holding the other loosely in his hand. Instead of heading straight out of the company, he made his way leisurely down the corridor and into Gilbert’s office.Inside, Gilbert was busy typing on his computer, his eyes fixed on the screen. He didn’t notice Damien at first until Damien pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and dropped the files from home right on Gilbert’s desk. The file from his mother’s office remained in Damien’s lap."Hey, brother," Damien greeted

The dining room was unusually quiet that morning as Alondra sat at the long table, her plate of food untouched before her but she wasn’t really looking at it. Her eyes kept darting back and forth to her phone, waiting for the screen to light up, waiting for Damien's name to appear like always. But it didn’t.Natalia who was eating slowly while sneaking glances at her best friend noticed the uneasiness in Alondra’s blank stare. She raised a brow curiously but before she could say anything, Alondra suddenly gripped her fork and stabbed at her food with unnecessary force. She tried lifting the piece of meat to her mouth, but even the fork seemed to betray her, making the meat slip back onto the plate. That tiny failure was enough to snap the last of her patience. Her hand trembled as she stabbed again, over and over in anger.Natalia flinched at the sudden outburst. "Alondra…" she started already getting pissed off.But Alondra had already had enough. Pushing back her chair, she stood a

Lyriel pulled back from the kiss the very moment Damien made her sit on the edge of the bed. They stayed that way, her breath brushing against his, the tip of her nose still grazing his."So?" she muttered softly, eyes locked on his, searching for an answer.Damien’s lips curved into a faint smile. "That’s for getting rid of her," he replied softly.A smirk appeared at the corner of Lyriel’s lips. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even pretend to be surprised. Instead, she rose gracefully, her fingers brushing against his shoulder as she stood."You’re always welcome," she murmured teasingly. Turning away, she headed toward her wardrobe and pulled the doors open as if dismissing their moment, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her."Go get changed," she added over her shoulder,"I think I’m in the mood to go out tonight."Damien’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, a smile spreading fully across his face now. He gave a small nod afterward."Alright," he said simply, and witho

Lyriel wiped her tears roughly, embarrassed, but Damien turned her to face him, his thumb brushing the corner of her eyes. His touch was steady, and unhurried as if he had all the time in the world for her.That action made her pout slightly as she sniffled."You don’t have to hide it," he said quietly. "If this makes you happy, then cry as much as you want."She lowered her gaze, clutching the warm tamal in her hand. "It just… it feels like I’m home again,… even though my home has been gone a long time ago."Damien’s eyes didn’t leave her. He didn't say much as it wasn't necessary, but he leaned in slightly enough for her to hear him clearly over the noise of the street vendors calling out to customers."Then I’ll give you more moments like this everyday. Wherever you want to go, want to be...whatever you want to taste, I’ll make it happen as long as I'm alive."she blinked at him, her chest tightening. For a moment she forgot about revenge, forgot about Victor and Sophia. There was