The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

As soon as Damien disappeared from view, Lyriel yanked her arm free from Victor’s grip.Her face was tight with anger, though she tried to keep it under control.“What is wrong with you, Victor? What the hell was that?” she demanded.Victor blinked, caught off guard. He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction. Not from her... She had reacted as if his touch had burnt her.She knew exactly why he had done it; grabbing her, introducing her like a prized possession, sliding his hand around her waist like she was some badge of honor. It was all a show… a message to Damien. that she belonged to him, that there was no space between them. But she didn’t want to be a pawn in Victor’s power play. She didn’t want to be close to him at all. Not anymore. Not after everything.She felt deeply irritated. Her chest tightened, but she swallowed it down. She just had to wait until tomorrow. Then everything would change.She remembered how he had introduced her just now.“My fiancée. Soon to be my wife.”

It was exactly 7:00 a.m. when Jerry drove Lyriel to the hotel where she would get dressed for her wedding. As the car came to a smooth stop, Lyriel stepped out, her heart steady, but her mind racing. She walked around the car toward Jerry, who had also stepped out. Leaning in slightly, she whispered something to him.He nodded.Without another word, he got back into the car and drove off.Lyriel walked into the hotel. It didn’t take her long to find the room. Victor had given her the keycard just before he rushed off to take care of something “urgent,” or so he claimed.Inside, her wedding dress was already waiting. It was simple, elegant, and perfect in every way...at least, it once had been. She remembered how she’d gasped with excitement the first time she saw it in her past life. Now, all she could feel was… nothing."Finally, it’s the D-day," she muttered, lowering herself into the seat near the vanity mirror.Her phone buzzed. She reached into her bag and pulled it out to see a

Once Lyriel reached her room, she slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, her chest rising and falling rapidly.Her legs trembled. Her lips still tingled.And between her thighs… God. She could feel just how wet she still was; sticky, aching, and unsatisfied.She made her way to the bed and sat down slowly, her mind spinning like a broken carousel."Dare to come in?"His voice echoed in her head again—cocky, mocking, so sure of himself.He had planned it all. From the moment she stepped into that room, it had all been part of his game. Why hadn’t she seen it?She buried her face in her hands and pressed her thighs together.“Damn that jerk,” she muttered. “I thought I’d just talk to him… and walk out.” She let out a dry, angry laugh. “Now I’m the one sitting her… Ugh, fuck!”She leaned back on the bed, glaring at the door like he was standing there with that infuriating smirk."Call it a gift. Your reward to me."The memory hit her hard and she snapped upright, cheeks flush

Inside a luxury spa in Monterrey, Mexico, a young woman in her twenties lay on a massage bed. Soft music played in the background, and the air smelled like lavender. Her eyes were closed as a spa worker gently massaged her back.It was meant to be a peaceful, relaxing afternoon… until her phone vibrated.Without opening her eyes, she reached for it on the side table. She unlocked it slowly, expecting a random message or reminder. But it was from her best friend, Natalia.“Isn’t this Damien?”Attached to the message was a video.Alondra’s brows immediately furrowed. She sat up slightly, confused, and tapped the video to play it. Within seconds, the video loaded, and her eyes widened in disbelief.It was Damien. Her Damien.But what she was seeing didn’t make sense.He was inside a wedding venue. Guests were watching. Phones were out, capturing the moment. And there he was… walking confidently to the altar like he was the groom.Then came the part that made her stomach twist.The bride

Damien glanced at Lyriel’s door one last time before slipping a hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone. His eyes hovered over the screen, as if he was thinking… or maybe hesitating.Then, with a quiet sigh, he typed:“See you whenever you need me.”He stared at the screen for a moment, then hit send and tucked the phone back in his pocket. His eyes remained on her door for a moment longer, as though trying to see through it, trying to read the feelings she refused to show.Then he turned slowly."Michael” he called, his tone steady.The man stepped out from near the car where he had been quietly waiting. “Yes, sir.”Damien curled his fingers slightly, motioning him to come closer.Michael obeyed, leaning in just enough for Damien to speak low. Damien whispered something quietly, and Michael nodded immediately, his expression professional."Yes, sir. I’ll see to it," he said, straightening back.He gave a small respectful bow, then circled around to the driver’s seat.Damien o