บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

When Lyriel regained consciousness, her vision was blurry and her head throbbed where she was struck.She blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness. Her wrists hurt so much from the tight ropes that when she pulled, they dug deeper into her skin. Fear rushed through her, but she forced herself to stay calm.There were five men in the room and they watched her with hard eyes. None of them smiled, none of them made a move to free her.Lyriel swallowed and forced a calm she did not feel. "Let me go," she said, her voice shaking. "If you touch a single hair on my head, Damien will..." The sound of the door opening interrupted her. Afterward, Gilbert stepped in, tall and composed. Her eyes flew wide when she saw him standing near the doorway.He walked slowly to her, and the men straightened beside him. When he reached her, Gilbert did not hesitate. He grabbed a thick handful of her hair and yanked her head back until pain flared along the side of her skull where she had been hit earlier

Blood keep dripping slowly from Gilbert’s leg, staining the dusty floor. His groans echoed through the large, dim warehouse. Damien stood over him, silent, his eyes cold and unreadable.With one last glance at Gilbert, Damien turned away and walked toward Lyriel, who sat tied to a chair in the corner. Her hair was messy, her face pale."It’s okay now," he said quietly, kneeling beside her. His hands moved quickly as he untied the ropes cutting into her wrists.When the last knot came loose, he slid one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders, lifting her easily into his arms. She gasped softly, leaning into him as tears filled her eyes.Damien turned to Nicolas, who stood a few feet away watching silently."You know what to do, right?" Damien asked and Nicolas nodded once. Gilbert’s head shot up. "W–what are you doing?" he stammered, trying to crawl backward. "Nicolas, don’t do this… you’ll regret it!"Damien’s cold eyes met his for a brief moment, then without another

The next day, the whole city was filled with breaking news about a series of mysterious attacks.Unknown men were going from place to place, beating people to the point of death.Every headline carried the same story with photos of victims being rushed into hospitals, bodies covered in blood and bruises.No one knew what was going on or who was behind it. And when reporters and detectives went to the hospitals to talk to the victims, every single one of them refused to speak.Their lips trembled, their eyes darted around in fear.They had all been warned."If you say anything," one of the attackers had said, "I’ll make sure you don’t just end up in the hospital. You’ll end up in the grave"That single threat was enough to fill them with fear and no matter what questions were asked, no one dared to open their mouth.Every victim stayed quiet, terrified of what might happen next.****Meanwhile, at the Cruz mansion, Eleanor was already dressed up and ready to go. She planned to visit Gi

Eleanor bit her lip hard, staring at the door long after the secretary had left. She had never imagined a day like this; a day they would lose everything. A day the great Cruz would collapse. A day everything would turn upside down.She walked towards the Chairman’s bed slowly, the sight of him lying pale and lifeless in the hospital bed broke what little strength she had left."What am I supposed to do now?" she whispered. "I don’t know anything about this business. I'm not like Evelyn. What should I do?" She muttered her eyes glittering with tears… "My real husband is gone. I killed him for a prosperous life, and now the world knows I’m the wife of the fallen Chairman Cruz. Who would even want to associate with us anymore?"Tears slipped down her cheeks as she brushed his cold hand."Gilbert, our only hope now is also crippled." She murmured.She leaned close to the Chairman’s ear. "Take your time to heal. Gilbert and I will try to fix this… somehow."But deep down, she knew the tr

Lyriel pulled Damien closer to the laptop with a small smile on her face. She pointed at one video in particular.“This is the one,” she said softly. “The video he faked to ruin me.”Damien sat beside her, his face calm but his eyes burning with anger. Without a word, he took control of the mouse and began working. He copied the original video to his phone, then selected the rest and sent them straight to the trash.Lyriel watched in silence, the faint smile never leaving her face.“We’ll leave them in the trash for now,” Damien said quietly. “If Victor tries anything stupid again, we can still retrieve them as proof. But I doubt he’ll dare.”He was still speaking when Lyriel suddenly turned his face toward hers and kissed him. The kiss silenced him completely. Damien froze for a second, then smirked and kissed her back, his hand gently brushing her cheek.The kiss deepened, and for a moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had disappeared until someone cleared their throat loudly