Semua Bab The Heiress’s Ruthless Revenge : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Damien froze where he stood, staring at Lyriel in disbelief.Her voice was faint, her lips dry and trembling, but the words had struck him hard, leaving him completely speechless."Who are you? And where am I?" Lyriel's voice came again, weaker this time.He blinked rapidly, trying to process it. She didn’t recognize him. Not even a little?“Lyriel?” he said, stepping closer, his voice gentler now, like he was trying to call her memory back. “It’s me... Damien.”But she only blinked slowly, her brows lightly furrowed in confusion, like she was trying to place him but couldn’t."I don’t… I don’t know you," she whispered, her voice cracking.Damien’s chest tightened, panic rising inside him."No... This can't be." he said under his breath, already turning toward the door. "No...no, that’s not possible."He flung the door open."Doctor Kim!" he barked. "Doctor! Get in here right now!"Within seconds, the doctor rushed back in, followed by a nurse."She’s awake," Damien said, almost shaki

Victor sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching Sophia sleep.The warm glow from the bedside lamp lit her face, but it didn’t hide how pale she was. Her lips were dry, her hands lay weakly on the blanket.He gently moved a strand of hair from her forehead, letting his fingers brush her cheeks for a moment. In all the years he’d known her, he had never seen her look so afraid and broken. And somehow, it made his chest ache.Quietly, he picked up his phone from the nightstand and walked a few steps away so he wouldn’t disturb her.The call connected quickly.“Any movement from Jerry?” he asked."None," came the reply from the other end. "He’s been quiet. I haven’t seen him meet with anyone suspicious... “Victor exhaled slowly. "What about Damien?"There was a pause. “He’s been in his villa, but… there was an incident. An assassination attempt but I’m still getting the details.”Victor’s brows knit together. " Assassination attempt? Do we know

The elevator slid open with a soft chime. The floor was quieter than usual. A few employees were packing up, ready to go home so no one noticed the woman in black with a cap pulled low and a nose mask covering her face.Lyriel walked calmly, blending into the scene as she passed.When she reached her office door, she paused, resting her hand on the knob for a moment before stepping inside and closing it behind her.The air inside felt the same as before; quiet and familiar.Her eyes scanned the room, and she slowly walked to her desk and started flipping through some important files on her desk. Contracts, transactions, proof of the company’s work… the company that used to be hers.She paused, holding one file for a moment before closing it with a small sigh."Don’t worry, Victor..." she muttered. "You can keep the company for now… but I’m taking it back. Definitely...”She opened another file, but her attention shifted when she heard faint movement outside the office.Her eyes narrow

Damien didn't let her lips escape for long. The moment Lyriel pulled back to murmur those words, his hand tangled in her damp hair, yanking her mouth back to his brutally.The kiss was devouring, all teeth and tongue, a wordless promise of the punishment she'd asked for. She pulled back, biting her lip softly as she moved closer, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. Her knees pressed against the chair, her arms wrapping around his neck.Her towel slipped from her upper body, baring her to the dim light of the bedroom. Damien's gaze raked over her; the curve of her waist, the peaked nipples, the flush already spreading down her chest. He kissed her again, fingers tracing the swell of her breast, thumb brushing over a taut peak until she arched into his touch. "You don't get to tease and run," he growled against her mouth. His free hand palmed her breast this time firmly, thumb scraping over her nipple until she gasped into his kiss, wanting more."Eager," he muttered against he

Damien stepped out of his room, the sound of the door clicking shut drawing Lyriel’s attention.She turned to face him. "You were in your study?" she asked.He gave a short nod. "I’ll be traveling to Mexico during the weekend. I still need to meet with Mr. Walls. The old man hasn’t stopped calling. And I promised to see Mr. George. I guess I can discuss the land issues with him, too."Lyriel tilted her head. "When will you be back from Mexico? Or...?""It might take months… a year… or even five years," he replied without hesitation.Her eyes widened. "What? What about me? about the land?""About the land, I'll get it sorted out before I leave." He paused to look at her for a moment before speaking again. "As for you… it’s your choice. If you want to come with me, then—""I will," she interrupted. "But first, I need to settle things at home. Jerry said there’s someone I have to meet. And since the world thinks I’m dead, it might be better to disappear for a while."He raised a brow. "S