บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Damien walked to the small table by the window, reached for the box of pins lying there and without hesitation pressed one against his thumb. A thin cut opened, and a line of blood began to form, but he didn’t even flinch.With steady hands, he pulled the documents from it's folder and placed it flat on the table. Then, pressing his bleeding thumb firmly onto the paper, he left a deep red fingerprint on it.Using blood wasn’t just for show. To him, it was a message. A declaration. He wanted his father to see it clearly and understand the message, ‘I don’t need the family’s power, I don’t need the family’s name. I can stand on my own.’Once he was satisfied with the mark, Damien wiped his thumb, placed the documents neatly back into their folder, and set them aside.He turned away from the table, his mind shifting immediately to Lyriel. Her recovery was his only concern. In the kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves and began preparing something simple and healthy. He decided on porridge as

Damien glanced at his wristwatch to check how long he had already spent inside the mansion. Time was running, and he had no intention of wasting any more of it. Slowly, he raised his head and fixed his eyes back on Gilbert."I guess you can't admit it... That’s fine," he said calmly, noticing how reluctant Gilbert had become. His voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Even if I stand here and claim the project is mine, the chairman will still question me about why I never presented it earlier and why I’m only speaking up now. He would say I am making false claims. So what’s the point of dragging this matter and wasting my time? I don’t have such patience."His lips curved into a cold smile. "Let’s end it here and say it’s yours."Gilbert’s expression stiffened, but he quickly covered it with confidence. "Because the project is mine," he replied firmly.Before he could say another word, Damien suddenly raised his hand and landed a sharp punch across Gilbert’s face. The sound echoed through

Just as Damien took a few steps forward, he suddenly felt someone grab his hand from behind. He turned quickly, his eyes narrowing, only to see a young girl smiling brightly at him as though she had just met her celebrity crush.Lyriel stopped walking when she realized Damien’s footsteps had faded behind her. Confused, she turned around and saw him carefully peeling the girl’s hands off his arm. The girl, however, didn’t seem embarrassed at all. Instead, she stood there with a smile that made Lyriel shake her head."Damien?" Lyriel called, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion as she walked back toward them.The girl’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at Damien. "I knew I wasn't wrong... I knew my eyes aren't play tricks. You’re Damien Cruz, right? The guy who won the award for Best Student of Monterrey International University?"Damien cleared his throat awkwardly. "…I think I am that Damien.""Wow!" she gasped, covering her mouth with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "I can’t believe

Alondra’s car cruised smoothly down the street until her eyes landed on a scene that made her blood boil. She slammed the brakes hard, and Natalia’s head hit the dashboard with a thud."Are you crazy?" Natalia shouted, rubbing her forehead.Alondra’s knuckles tightened around the wheel, her eyes glued to the sight ahead. "Damien… holding Lyriel's hand? In public now?" Her voice cracked between rage and disbelief.Natalia followed her gaze. Just a few meters away, Damien strolled calmly, gently pulling Lyriel along beside him. They looked far too comfortable like a real couple. Natalia arched a brow and let out a low chuckle."So that’s it?" she teased.Alondra’s jaw tightened. "How dare he… he’s gone too far this time."Natalia leaned back in her seat, smirking. "You sound jealous, Alondra. Are you sure you haven’t actually fallen for him?"Alondra snapped her head toward her, eyes blazing. "What? No way! Why would I ever love him? That’s impossible!""Really?" Natalia tilted her head

When Damien finally arrived home, he stopped at the entrance for a moment. His hand lingered on the doorknob, and he took in a deep breath before slowly pushing the door open.The moment he stepped inside, an object came flying toward him. Without flinching, he caught it easily with one hand. Lowering his gaze, he realized it was the knife he had given her a few nights ago. He let out a sigh and shook his head before walking toward her.Lyriel was sitting on a chair with a glass of wine in her hand, her expression unreadable. He placed the knife gently on the table in front of her and pulled out a chair to sit beside her."Lyriel, that was risky." he said softly.She didn’t look at him right away. Instead, she raised the glass toward her lips. "Why are you back? You should have driven her home too," she muttered.Before she could drink, Damien reached out and took the glass from her hand. She immediately tried to snatch it back, but his grip was firm. When she realized she couldn’t wi