The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Damien leaned back on his office chair, a soft chime from his phone drawing his attention. He picked it up and tapped the screen to see a photo. His eyes scanned the image. Then the caption. "Is this convincing enough?" His gaze settled on her chest, then rose to her face. There it was; that effortless beauty. Her hair tucked loosely behind her ears, her lips pulled into the faintest smirk, and the confident way she held the phone… It all oozed a boldness he hadn’t expected. Damien let out a low chuckle, thumb brushing along the corner of the screen as if tracing her image. “Is this really the same Lyriel?” he muttered to himself. Because the Lyriel he remembered from back then, back in high school and in college was very different. Innocent, distant, polite but cold. He still remembered how he had once gathered the courage to confess to her. He had shown up with a bouquet of flowers, rehearsed his lines countless times in his head, and walked straight to her in front

Lyriel’s car rolled to a stop inside the villa, her eyes scanning the surroundings. It was beautiful, calm, and luxurious but that wasn’t why she was here.She stepped out, the soft click of her heels echoing on the stone driveway as she walked toward the entrance.It was exactly 10 PM.The card Damien had given her felt like it was burning a hole in her purse. She had dressed on purpose—a long gown with a thigh-high slit that hugged every curve and showed just enough cleavage. If she was going to seduce Damien, she had to give it her all. Her hair was pinned up in a messy style, with loose strands framing her face. Her lips were painted a darker shade than usual, bold and daring.She rang the doorbell once.The door opened on its own seconds later.She smiled and stepped inside.There he was—Damien—seated on a chair, a cigarette between his fingers as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke.His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, revealing the sculpted chest beneath. His eyes scanned her slowly

Morning light came through the curtains, gently lighting up the room. Lyriel stirred, her lashes fluttering open as she blinked away the remnants of sleep. Her mind was already awake, focused on her plan.Without wasting time, she got up, went through her morning routine, and dressed in the same outfit from before. Standing in front of the mirror, she saw a woman ready for anything; smart, beautiful, and just the right amount of bold.“I must be crazy,” she whispered with a small laugh.When she walked into the living room, Damien was already up. He sat on the edge of the couch, now dressed in clean clothes, legs crossed, phone in hand. He looked completely relaxed, dangerous, calm, and effortlessly attractive."I’ll be on my way," Lyriel said, reaching for her bag.Damien tore his gaze away from the screen, letting his eyes rest on her. She looked stunning, beautiful... confident, and he didn’t hide the way his eyes lingered just a second too long.“No interest in breakfast?” he aske

About thirty minutes later, Lyriel’s phone buzzed again. She had just finished getting dressed in something simple and casual, but still stylish enough to make an impression. She picked up her phone and saw Damien’s name on the screen."Your letter’s ready."She stood up from the couch, smoothed the front of her dress, and grabbed her purse. Without hesitation, she left her house, slid into her car, and began the drive to Damien’s place.The sun was still out, but it wasn’t too bright. It streamed gently through the windshield, casting a warm glow on her skin. Her mind was clear and focused. Today wasn’t about being emotional, it was about taking control, setting things in motion quietly, and not letting anyone guess what she was planning.When she arrived, she didn’t get out of the car. Instead, she sent him a short message:"Can you come outside. I’m in a rush.”She leaned back in the seat, waiting. Every second mattered now and she couldn’t afford to waste them.A moment later, the

The sun had already set by the time Lyriel drove back home.After leaving the orphanage, she didn’t go straight there. Instead, she took a short trip to a quiet hill, one she used to visit when she felt most alone. It was a peaceful place where the wind seemed to listen and the sky kept her secrets.She sat there for a while, alone with her thoughts.She hadn’t cried, not the way she wanted to. But the sadness was still there. She had closed her eyes, taken deep breaths, as if she could hold back the storm inside her just by staying still.That question… ‘Who are you?’It still echoed in her mind as she unlocked the door to her mansion and stepped inside. The lights welcomed her home. Everything was clean, calm, untouched.She walked in slowly, took off her shoes, and headed straight to her room. She removed the pins from her hair, changed out of her clothes, showered and put on something more comfortable.It was only a few minutes after 6 p.m. The event was still two hours away.Rath