All Chapters of The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Alondra was finally discharged from the hospital after being given medication to ease her pain and speed up her healing. Though she was physically better, her heart felt like it’d been ripped out.Her parents were nowhere to be seen, too busy trying to find a way to negotiate with Damien so that the contract would still remain valid. That truth angered her because it felt like she was the cause of everything, and the guilt only made her resentment toward Lyriel grow deeper.She fell softly on her bed, sighing bitterly to herself, "Damien… even if you’re angry at me, why would you take it out on my family? We’ve been together for so long… why is it suddenly a crime that I drugged you my own fiance?" She muttered, her frustration turning into helplessness.Just then, the door opened and Natalia walked in, holding a plate of steaming food. She placed it carefully on the small table beside the bed."Since your discharge two days ago, you’ve barely eaten anything," Natalia said firmly. "An

The room stayed strangely quiet after what had just happened. Whispers hung in the air, but no one dared to speak too loud as all eyes were still on Lyriel who looked so calm like nothing had really happened.Then gently, she turned her gaze to Damien, walking closer until she stood right before him. Her lashes fluttered softly as she reached for his arm and blinked up at him.Damien raised a brow, trying to read her expression. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly."Babe…" she murmured in a small, almost childlike tone. "I really don’t want her here."Her words took him off guard. "You don’t want her here?" He repeated to be sure.Lyriel nodded, still blinking innocently.Before Damien could answer, Alondra folded her arms and stepped forward, her voice came out loud and irritated. "Lyriel, are you out of your mind? You’re the outsider here...the stranger in our midst. How dare you say you don’t want Natalia here? How dare you?"Lyriel didn’t even look at her, her eyes stayed fixed

Alondra blinked twice, her heart pounding, and without warning, she hurried out of the restroom, bumping hard into Lyriel on her way.Lyriel didn’t flinch. Instead, a quiet chuckle escaped her lips as she watched Alondra stumble away and disappear from sight. She shook her head slightly before turning to Damien, who stood there with a faint smile playing on his lips."I actually didn’t expect less from you," he said, gently. "Having a woman who fights for you is… quite something."Lyriel frowned slightly, her expression changing so quickly that Damien blinked."W...why the sudden shift in expression?" he asked quietly.She didn’t answer as she stepped closer, reached out, and caught him by the collar, pulling him closer until their faces were only inches apart."She actually threatened to accuse you of rape," Lyriel said softly. "For a second, even I was speechless."Damien exhaled, his voice low. "That’s a crime I wouldn’t have gotten away with if you hadn’t shown up."Lyriel smirked

Alondra undress and made to go to the bathroom when her phone buzzed on the bed. She snatched it up, heart thudding a little faster, and saw a new message from her uncle. For a moment she had to steady her hands before she opened it and read the words aloud.“You’ll need to give me a few days to look into this picture you sent. She looks strangely familiar, like someone I’ve seen before. Once I’ve done my research, I’ll tell you how to lure her in.”A small, hot thrill slid through her as she smiled. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, then moved to type a reply."Alright, Uncle Pete. I'll wait and I won't tell Dad you're around too. Goodnight."When she hit send and saw the message had been read, her smile widened. The phone screen glowed for a second, then went black as she dropped it onto the bed again.Alondra took a slow breath and pressed her hands to her cheeks as she let out a light laugh that surprised even her. It was soft, almost childlike in the quiet room, but it was ful

The once cheerful cathedral froze into complete silence.It felt as if someone pressed pause on the whole wedding; guests stopped mid-breath, their mouths hanging open and no one moved.Sophia’s hand slipped slowly from Victor’s. Lyriel stood at the doorway, calm and collected as her cold eyes scanned the place. Her dress was plain and clean, her hair tied back. There were no visible wounds...no blood, no bruises, yet her presence filled the room and made everyone uneasy.Victor stared at her as if he were looking at a ghost. His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his throat. "She’s dead… she was supposed to be dead. How is she standing here?" he thought.Sophia leaned toward him, voice trembling, “I told you I saw her months ago at the office," she whispered. "You didn’t believe me, you waved it off, made me look like I was going crazy. How do you explain this, Victor?"Lyriel took a step forward, the sound of her heels echoing across the floor, sending a cold murmur running t