All Chapters of The Good Girl's Revenge: Using the Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Syria’s POVThe silence stretched. I couldn’t stop staring at him, trying to decipher the truth. Was this the man behind the message? Or someone sent in his place?I wanted to ask him who he was and what he was doing here. The words sat on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. There was something strange about him, something oddly familiar that kept me frozen in place.He didn’t look like someone I’d met before, but something about his presence tugged at a memory buried deep in my mind. His face—sharply defined, calm, and unreadable—resembled someone I couldn’t quite place. Maybe I was imagining it. Or maybe my instincts were trying to remind me of something I didn’t yet understand.Slowly, I sat down on the edge of the sofa, my eyes cautiously studying his every movement.His posture was straight. Composed. He didn’t fidget. He didn’t blink excessively like most nervous guests would. That was the first sign he wasn’t just some ordinary man. Then I noticed the

Syria’s POVIt hit me all at once. The sandalwood with a hint of gunpowder. It was unmistakable. Slowly, I lifted my head, my heart pounding against my ribs. Even though his face was mostly hidden, I knew it was him.“You-”Before I could finish, he leaned closer, his voice low and urgent as he whispered near my lips. “Don’t look through the window,” he said. “But listen to me carefully.”I nodded, too stunned to say anything back.He leaned in again, closer this time, his scent clouding my senses and grounding me in the moment. “Here,” he gave me something and it was a receipt.His voice was firmer now and controlled. "Turn left at the entrance of the alley in three minutes, don't look back.”Then he let go of me, just like that, and walked away without turning back. He disappeared into the crowd outside the small store, leaving me standing there like a statue. I couldn't move. I just stared in the direction he went, trying to understand what had just happened.His voice echoed in

Syria’s POVWhen I got back home, I made sure no one saw me sneaking in—especially the guards. If they found out I was late, I’d be punished again. My ears twitched at the faintest sounds—footsteps, breaths, and heartbeats. I held my breath as I slipped through the large front doors of the mansion, silently hoping no one would be lurking around.But just as I stepped inside, someone yanked my hair hard from behind.“Ah!” I gasped, eyes widening in shock. “What the hell—?!”“You!” a familiar voice hissed. “Why are you home so late?!”I turned around, heart thudding like war drums in my chest. It was Novene. Her face was twisted with rage and disgust, and for a second, I couldn’t believe she was out of the punishment room already. I thought my uncle had locked her up after what she did.Clearly, that didn’t last long.“Did you sneak out to meet some guy again? Huh? Slut!” she spat, her voice thick with sarcasm and mockery.“What are you doing? Leave me alone!” I yelled, slapping he

Syria’s POVI kept telling myself there was no way out. That escaping this place would be close to impossible. But I couldn’t just sit still and watch everything spiral into madness. I had to do something. This insanity had to end. Right here. Right now!Even though my body was weak, even though I could barely stand, I forced myself to move. I pushed through the pain and reached for my grandmother. She was fragile, almost lifeless, but I wrapped my arms around her and tried to lift her up. I didn’t care if I had to crawl out of here. We were leaving.But of course, it wasn’t that easy.“Where do you think you're going? What are you planning to do with her?!” Novene shouted behind me.I spun around and glared at her with all the hatred I’d bottled up. “Try me,” I growled. “Come any closer and see what happens. And if you even think about telling Uncle what you saw—” I leaned forward, my voice colder now, “—then you’ll be dead to me. You remember what I did to you earlier? That wasn’t e

Syria’s POV“Syria, make our guest feel at home. I’ll leave him in your care for now. Take him for a walk in the garden. I just need to finish something inside,” my uncle said with a nod in my direction.I didn’t argue. I simply smiled, putting on my usual innocent expression. It was easier that way. No questions, no resistance.“Let’s go,” I said, walking up to Draven.I gently hooked my arm through his, pretending to be polite. It was what was expected of me, after all. Without another word, we started walking through the garden.The moment we stepped out into the fresh air, he started talking.“I remember you,” he said casually. “You were with Novene at that banquet. You’re the one who spilled wine on me, right? I’d never forget that.”I glanced at him, looking innocently guilty. Of course, he’d bring that up.“I’m really sorry about that,” I said softly, keeping my tone respectful. “It wasn’t on purpose. I was just… surprised by what you did.”I tried to act refined, like a proper