The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Ava watched as her mother’s face changed, like she was scared of something. She gently reached out and touched Sophia’s hand."Is something wrong?" Ava asked in a quiet voice. That seemed to snap Sophia out of her thoughts.She gave a small, forced smile and shook her head. "I'm okay... really okay..." she said, moving closer to Ava on the bed. A storybook was open on her lap, but her mind was elsewhere.Her eyes moved over the words, but she wasn’t really reading. She glanced down at Ava, who lay under the blanket, listening silently.Sophia cleared her throat and tried to focus again, her voice steady but distant. "And then the little fox told his mother, 'I’m not afraid of the dark because I know you’re always near.'"Ava held the blanket tighter. Her eyes were starting to close, her long lashes blinking slowly as she drifted off to sleep.Sophia reached over, brushing a few strands of hair from her daughter’s forehead and also arranging the blanket on her body properly. She smiled

As usual, Damien kept up with the routine that had become part of his daily life; talking to Lyriel.No matter how busy or tired he was, each morning and every night, he would sit by her side, holding her hand, whispering stories, updates, even silly thoughts just to keep her close.It didn’t matter that she hadn’t opened her eyes at some point. Her body still lay still, unresponsive. What mattered to him was that she was there, she was alive.Today was no different. But unlike other mornings, today was important as it was the day of the auction.Wearing a crisp white shirt and gray pants, Damien quietly entered the room while his assistant waited outside, giving him privacy.He walked slowly toward the bed and stood still for a moment, just staring at her. She looked peaceful as always.He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear."Today’s the big day," he said softly. "The auction is finally here, Lyriel."He sat down next to her with a sigh. "Remember that land

The morning sun slipped through the curtains and lit up Damien’s room with a soft glow. He blinked once, then stretched out his limbs with a long breath. For the first time since Lyriel’s incident, his body felt slightly lighter...less burdened.Maybe it was because he finally got some decent sleep… or maybe, it was thanks to the two idiots who had dared to sneak into his house the previous night.All the anger and frustration he had built up over the past few days had been taken out on them. Brutally.He got out of bed slowly, and moved into the bathroom, getting himself cleaned up. His expression remained blank, calm… but dangerous. After that, he grabbed a bottle of vodka from his bedside table and took a long sip before heading toward the basement storeroom.The door creaked open, and inside, the dim light flickered above the two strangers chained to a thick iron pole in the middle of the cold room. Their eyes were still blindfolded. Bruises covered their faces and arms. They sat

Violet stood nervously, her fingers twitching at her sides and her lips trembling.She glanced at the small crowd staring at her. Her heart pounded as people began whispering. On the live broadcast, comments poured in:"Something’s not right.""Why is her face still hidden? Is someone impersonating Duska again?"Sensing the growing tension, Damien calmly walked up to the stage. The room fell completely silent.He stopped in front of Violet and tilted his head slightly. "Should I do it for you?" he asked, his voice calm but it made Violet shiver.Before she could respond, he reached out and pulled the mask away.Violet's eyes widened in panic. Sophia wasn't an exception.Gasps erupted in the room. Mr. Walls jolted forward, mouth agape."Violet?""That’s not Duska!" someone shouted."Who is she?!""Mr. Walls," Damien said without looking at him, "Is this what you invited me to watch? Is that how low you think of me?"Mr. Walls stormed to the stage, furious. Violet dropped to her knees,

The director walked stiffly back to the stage after Damien had long gone.The crowd had grown louder in his absence, a mixture of confusion, anger, and disbelief echoing around the hall."Was Sophia ever really Duska?""If she’s not Duska, then who is? The lady who died in that accident?""I thought she fit the role perfectly. Looks like we were all fooled."The quiet whispers turned into loud arguments.Then Sophia slowly stepped back onto the stage, her face pale and filled with fear. She hadn’t fully processed what just happened...how Damien turned everyone against her, how Violet confessed, and how everything had just fallen apart.As soon as she saw Mr. Walls, she ran to him and grabbed his hand, eyes wide with panic."I swear, Mr. Walls," she said desperately. "It was my ankle! That’s why I couldn’t perform! Please, I can still—"Before she could finish, he yanked his hand away."Because of you," he said coldly, "this whole company is about to lose its reputation.""Please, Mr.