บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Sophia walked slowly toward Victor, her steps making no sound against the floor. From the way he stood— tense shoulders, clenched jaw, eyes filled with thought, she already knew something wasn’t right.Her brows furrowed as she studied him for a while before touching him slightly."Sophia..." Victor muttered. "When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk here.""How could you when you were so deep in thought? What happened?" she asked softly, eyeing him as if she didn't want him to twist his words. She glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby, before lowering her tone. "Victor… did something happen? Do you wanna share?"Victor let out a long sigh, dragging a hand over his face as if he was carrying the whole world’s burden, “The house," he muttered finally. "Damien already bought it. The owner said he forgot to mention it."Sophia blinked thrice at a time, shock flashing across her face. "What?" Her heart sank, the excitement she carried earlier crashing down all at once.

Lyriel’s shoulder trembled as her eyes stared ahead, but her mind was far away, pulled back into a night she had tried to forget.That night when everything was stolen from her.She remembered how a car had suddenly appeared out of nowhere like this too, flashing headlights straight into her parents’ car. Her father’s hands tightened on the wheel, his eyes wide in shock as he tried to reverse the car quickly, but it was too late.The screech of metal still rang in her ears as she remembered the crash. Their car spun out of control, hitting the rock at the side of the road. It rotated violently, turning and tossing like it would never stop before finally coming to a hard, painful halt.The air had been filled with smoke and the smell of blood.Lyriel could still see it— the blood flowing, her parents lying still. Her mother’s hand had wrapped around her small body protectively even as blood poured down her side. Her mother whispered weakly, her lips trembling as she tried to ask if lit

Damien’s eyes flew open, his body jolting like he had been shaken awake. His chest rose and fell quickly as cold sweat ran down the side of his face, soaking the pillow. His breathing was rough, and his heart beat so fast that it hurt.For a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was awake or still trapped in that nightmare. The sound of the explosion still rang in his ears, and the heat of the fire seemed to cling to his skin. He could still feel Lyriel’s name on his lips as his body bled out, still hear Gilbert’s mocking laughter in the background and the cock of his gun.His hand trembled as he reached up, touching the side of his head where the bullet had struck him, but his fingers met nothing but warm skin with no blood nor wound.Slowly, Damien’s eyes adjusted to the room around him. It was dark, quiet, and safe. The faint ticking of the wall clock filled the silence, forcing him back to the present. He was in his bed, not lying on the ground outside the burning house.Damien dragged h

Alondra woke with a loud, pounding headache. She groaned and pressed her palms to her temples, feeling the room spin a little as she forced herself to sit up. For a moment she didn’t know where she was. The sheets smelled faintly of soap that wasn’t hers.She blinked and swung her legs over the side of the bed, face twisting with confusion as she took in the unfamiliar room. She pushed herself to her feet and walked slowly toward the door, each step making her head throb.When she reached the sitting room, Jerad appeared carrying a steaming bowl, the smell of herbs filling the air."This is your place?" She asked, blinking.He nodded slowly. "Yes. You passed out and I brought you here." He set the bowl on the table and took her hand, guiding her into a chair."Here. This will help." He said, pushing the bowl toward her."Thank you." Alondra muttered, reaching for the spoon and taking a sip. The liquid was warm and slightly bitter, but it eased the ache in her head.She was about to a

Lyriel shook her head once, firm and certain. "I don’t regret it," she said.Damien reached out and touched her cheek, thumb resting softly against her skin. They shared a quiet, brief look, then he opened the car door and stepped out. Damien faced the nearest man, voice low as he directed his words to Lyriel. "Stay in the car and watch your man being cool." he said, watching as one of the men charg straight at him.Damien attacked first, his blow landing with a loud crack. The fight that followed was quick and brutal. He fought like someone who knew both violence and control. Grabbing a metal bar from a broken roadside barrier, he ripped it free and used it as a weapon. He swung hard, striking anyone who came near. He caught one man by the collar and smashed him with the bar, then dropped another with a flurry of heavy punches.Lyriel watched, eyes wide in disbelief at how fierce he was. Suddenly someone rushed at him from the side and slashed his arm with a blade. Damien groaned, s