All Chapters of The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Vincent's POVI don't want to believe this is a coincidence. Lacy comes into the Pack at a time when I need her the most. A few days back, when I had recollected everything that had happened to me in that stranger's den, I had concluded that Lacy was the solution to my problem.It has been a heavy burden to think about how to locate her, and destiny helped me locate her. It was also a challenge to convince her to give me her blood, as she had in the past. It was easy when she was bound by the contract, but I declared the contract over myself, so there's no way it's going to be easy getting anything from her, especially when she now hates me for everything I have done to her.My health keeps deteriorating, the poison that was injected in me has been killing me slowly by the day, the healers have tried everything they could and also Dr Harris but nothing happened. Brent had suggested we look for Lacy after I had related everything I encountered to him.We concluded that some palace guar

Lacy's POV Honestly, I don't know what to call myself right now. "A fool, who will eventually end up like me if care is not taken." There goes that voice again. And yes, she's right. But I ignore her. How do I explain the fact that I didn't think twice before granting Vincent's request after all he had done to me and after the clear warning of the voice? "On one condition," I had replied when he asked for my blood. "What? Ask for anything and it's yours." Vincent's surprised words. He didn't expect the process to be as simple as that. "Maria's freedom." The stupid words came out of my mind. He was shocked at my request. "Maria? Your former maid?" "Yes. That Maria. I want her to go back to town with me." I replied. "Consider it done!" He declared. What was I thinking? Maria is not even related to me. Is my blood not too heavy as a sacrifice for her freedom? Maria had mentioned in one of our phone conversations how badly she wanted out of all the dramas in Vincent's Palace. I

(FLASHBACK) Zella's POV It was on a beautiful Saturday morning. A day I had anticipated for a long time. I was to get married to the love of my life, whom we had been engaged to since I was fifteen. I grew to love him and he did the same. Though I sometimes felt like I was the one who loved him more. Finally, we were getting married. I was twenty-five years old, and by that time I had successfully made myself a billionaire and, of course, made my father one too. You wonder how that could be possible? I happened to be a blessed lady when it came to business, and at a very young age, I had secured my place in the business world with my perfume company. My only best friend and maid, Piper was the one I appointed to do my makeup and prepare me for the wedding. I trusted her more than anyone, and I didn't have friends. Most of the ladies in my cycle were golddiggers in friends' form. So I didn't get too close to any of them. Piper had been preparing me for the wedding. "Ma'am, Zella,

Lacy's POV Hearing the part where Zella was locked up in the hotel room, the memories flood back into my head. I remember everything until the moment I died and encountered Aragon. I understand and agree that Dave, Lizzie, Carina, and Valour have to pay for taking everything that belonged to me and causing my death. I want to jump on it right away and release myself to be reborn fifteen years back as my old self, Zella. But what about the life I have built as Lacy? The fact that I have been living another person's life all this time is a pain in my bones. If I had chosen right, I wouldn't have met Vincent, Celeste, or anyone who caused me pain in my current life. "It's not as easy as you think again," I begin. Aragon and Zella exchange glances. "I understand that look. Revenge is the sweetest thing to my ears right now, but I have built a life as Lacy. I wouldn't say I truly enjoyed my life as Lacy until now, but some things will hold me back from choosing to return to my old sel

Zella's POV Lizzie's room. The perfect place to carry out my plan right now. Lizzie's room is ten times bigger than mine, but how come I never noticed that in my previous life? I was raised by Grandma with so much contentment that I couldn't even differentiate the hatred from kindness. I have never thought of anyone hating me or suspected any strange moves around me.I guess that's why I was easily used and discarded. That will never happen again. I walk into Lizzie's closet, picking a very beautiful red flowery dress. The one she just bought. Mom bought the gown for her a few days back saying she was to wear it to our next school party. The gown is unapologetically beautiful and made with a very high-quality material. I slide it on without delay after having a nice bath in Lizzie's extravagant bathroom. I had lived this day, so I know Lizzie won't come anytime soon. The gown hugs my body perfectly even with my starved body. I'm not so conversant with makeup, but even the mirror a