บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Damien went to the first of many addresses on his list. He walked through ordinary gates, into living rooms that smelled of tea and old newspapers. He did not announce himself like someone there to help, he entered like someone checking on neighbors."Good morning," he would say, sitting down and listening far more than speaking. "How are you holding up after what happened at the party? I heard of it all."Some people cried openly. Others were furious, their faces hard with betrayal. Some cursed at the Cruz family. A handful greeted him with polite nods, and wary eyes. He noted every name, every reaction. He took careful pictures of documents they offered, always with the excuse of helping them find a way to work with Gilbert to see if the app could be rebuilt. That wasn't really all a lie, but his main aim was to know the people who might be useful...He wasn’t stealing from them, he was reserving a promise. He intended to keep their shares safe for the future. If they needed help la

Alondra crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, an almost bored expression on her face."Well, you can laugh," she said cruelly. "You can say whatever bullshit you want. But tonight…" she leaned close to Lyriel, her lips curling into a chilling smile, "I’ll make sure you never escape what I’ve prepared for you. Not this time around."Lyriel chuckled softly, though blood now trailed from the corner of her mouth where Alondra had slapped her earlier. She tasted the metallic tang on her tongue but didn’t care. Her laughter only seemed to annoy Alondra even more.Her voice came out soft but firm. "Fifteen years ago," she began, her gaze fixed straight at Alondra, "for no good reason, your uncle killed my parents in an accident. Instead of facing justice like a decent human, your family decided to protect a murderer. Fake his death."She tilted her head slightly, ignoring the throbbing pain in her jaw. "And now… you want to stain your hands too? You think you’ll walk out of this pla

Alondra’s mother dropped her phone the moment she saw the post about the livestream. The screen went black as it hit the floor, but the images had already plastered themselves into her mind. She stumbled backward and only stayed upright because her husband, Sam Cole, caught her before she fell.She straightened with shaking hands and looked at him, eyes wide. "What did I just watch?" she asked, voice breaking with panic.Sam didn’t answer. His mouth moved but no sound came out. For a long second he stood frozen, looking speechless and confused.Then his phone rang.He picked it up with fingers that trembled. "Hello?" he said too quickly.A voice on the line told him where to go. "Come to San Hospital and claim your daughter’s body."Sam’s throat closed as he staggered back, gripping his desk for support. He swallowed hard as his other hand gripped the phone even more firmly now. "Alright… I'll be there," he whispered, then ended the call."Sam, what was that about? What about my daugh

Nicolas’s throat felt tight as he stood before Gilbert, head lowered.Gilbert looked at Nicolas for a long moment as if measuring him. Then, without a warning, he rose from his chair and slapped Nicolas hard across the face, the sound cracking in the empty space.Every man swallowed, but no one moved.Nicolas did not flinch, he bowed his head and pressed both palms to his knees... "I’m sorry," he said instead.Gilbert stood a step away from him, breathing slow. There was anger on his face, but it wasn’t suspicions. It was more like disappointment."Is this how you lead them?" Gilbert asked, voice low and dangerous. “Is this how Nicolas keeps his men in line? Is this the man in charge of you all?"Nicolas kept his head down, unable to answer. The men watched, waiting for the next move.Gilbert reached inside his jacket and pulled out a gun. He didn’t wave it around; he raised it and aimed at one of the men standing a little behind Nicolas, thumb resting on the hammer. "Go ahead," he gr

When the evening finally arrived, Gilbert walked into an old building he had chosen as their meeting point. His men were already seated in a straight row, waiting silently for him.The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Every single one of his men immediately rose to their feet, heads slightly bowed. Gilbert walked past them steadily and sat down in the large chair at the head of the room. He raised one hand, signaling them to sit and without a single word, they all obeyed.Gilbert leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable as his gaze slowly swept through the room."You all already know what happened earlier today," he began..."We just found out Damien has been spying on us… probably for a long time. He’s been one step ahead of us without us even realizing it."Some of the men exchanged glances but remained silent.Gilbert continued, "The reason I called this meeting is simple. The chairman gave a direct instruction. According to him, we’re to take t