บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lyriel stretched, her body unusually weak and heavy with exhaustion. She couldn’t figure out why… unless it was the late-night horror movie she’d watched with Jerry.A small smile curved on her lips as she remembered how he teased her for being a “scaredy cat.” And the way he looked afterward, almost like he expected her to yell or slap him for saying it.“I’ve been so stupid… and way too hard on him,” she muttered, glancing at the wall clock. 8:00 a.m.She had time. The only thing on her schedule today was a meeting with a potential business partner at 11 a.m. Still three hours to go.Sliding out of bed, she walked over to her wardrobe to pick something comfortable to wear for the morning. As she reached for a blouse, she paused, mumbling to herself.“I’ve never actually gone shopping for Jerry…”The idea stayed with her as she stepped out of the room in her nightgown and immediately noticed how spotless the house was.The floors were clean, furniture dusted, even the air felt freshe

Victor took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He pushed down his frustration and gently held Lyriel’s hands.“Lyriel… I’m sorry,” he said softly.“I shouldn’t have hit him,” they both said at the same time.They looked at each other in silence for a moment.“You said this last night too,” Lyriel said, slowly pulling her hands from his grasp. “Don’t you get tired of saying the same thing?"Victor didn’t know what to say.She turned toward Jerry, but suddenly stopped. She looked down and saw Victor on his knees. Her eyes widened in surprise.“Lyriel…” he said, his voice full of desperation. “I don’t know if this proves anything, but I’m truly sorry.” He looked up at her, his eyes full of guilt and panic.“You know I can’t live without you. Treat me however you want, even kick me out of the company, I won’t complain. Just… don’t shut me out.”Lyriel took a deep breath, then knelt down in front of him, searching his face carefully.“You really think kneeling will make me forgive you?” s

Victor inhaled gently, his gaze now meeting Sophia’s. "How exactly do you plan to carry out this scheme?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.Sophia glanced around the room as if expecting someone to be listening. Then she quietly stood up and walked toward Ava’s room. She peeked inside gently.Ava sat on her bed, legs crossed, staring out the window. She looked peaceful but far away, lost in her thoughts.Sophia quietly stepped back and returned to Victor. This time, she leaned closer and whispered everything into his ear. Victor listened without interrupting, nodding slowly at intervals, his face tightening the more he heard. When she finished, he sat up straighter and looked at her."What if she doesn’t give you the money you asked for?" he asked, his brow furrowing.Sophia hesitated, her fingers toying with the hem of her blouse as she considered it.“With everything happening now,” she said, “maybe I shouldn’t expect that money anymore. That was never the real goal, anyway. Th

Sophia stood stunned, her hand hovering mid-air as Jerry stepped back from her. Her jaw clenched tightly. The audacity... from a mere bodyguard.“Jerry?” she said, blinking as she slowly lowered her hand.“I’ll take it that Mr. Maddox isn’t home,” Jerry replied calmly. “I’ll come back another time.”Without another glance, he turned to leave.Sophia blinked again, stunned. Did he just dismiss her? Jerry? Lyriel’s errand boy? Her driver? Her bodyguard… now looking down on her?She inhaled deeply, her pride stinging. Just how much power had Lyriel handed this man?Behind her, the sound of Victor’s footsteps approached. When he reached the doorway, he spotted Jerry heading toward the car.“He came to give you something,” Sophia said bitterly, not turning around. “I offered to take it for you, but the bastard walked out on me like I was nothing.”Victor frowned, eyes narrowing. “Hey!” he called out.Jerry kept walking."Jerry," Victor snapped, feeling irritated by the audacity. "Are you

Damien could still see the doubt in Lyriel’s eyes. He knew what she was thinking, and he hated that she was looking at him that way.Without saying anything, he reached out, gently grabbed her wrist, and pulled her along.“Damien?” she called , confused, but followed.He took her back to his room. This time, he walked past the bed and stopped in front of a large wardrobe. Then, without a word, he placed his palm on a barely visible panel on the side.There was a soft click, and the wardrobe began to move with a quiet hum, slowly turning to reveal a hidden door behind it.Lyriel’s eyes widened. “What… is this?”Damien didn’t answer. He pushed the door open and walked in, pulling her along with him.The room behind the door was warm and dim, filled with shelves of books, papers, and scattered blueprints. A desk sat near the window, with an open notebook and a mug still letting off steam.“I was in my study,” Damien said, finally letting go of her wrist as he walked to the desk. “Reading