The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Zella's POV It was a small shoulder push from Lizzie. But I had to make it feel like she had done something more than that. In my previous life, Lizzie had done the same thing to me. But right now that I have the pretentious attention of my so-called parents, I have to make her pay for that day. This is nothing compared to how I planned to take my revenge on the Midnight family, but I have to make each of them pay for the littlest wrongs they've done to me. "What the hell just happened? You pushed your sister because of a mere cloth? When did you become so wicked Liz?" Dad's angry voice. I can tell from his countenance that he's angry for real, and the reason is not far-fetched. The force at which I rolled down the stairs and landed as if I had been seriously pushed by Liz, if I had sustained any injury that could cause any deformity which could stop me from marrying Dave, it would disturb their plans. "I didn't push her Dad, she's lying. She wants to paint.." "Then how come Ze

Zella's POV The distraction in my way has been successfully eradicated—the guy who called himself Lucian. Since he already has a name that begins with an L, he should address himself as Lucifer. Because all men should be called that for their devilish behaviours. Whoever reinvented those creatures called males has done something wrong in the process. I'm sure God didn't create them to be so wicked. My destination? Back home. To reclaim what should have rightfully been mine in my past life, but my ignorance has made me lose it. "I hope you have been refreshed?" Valour says the moment I walk into the living room. He's in his usual spot in the living room—on his king-size chair, reading the fake news in the paper."I guess I am now Dad. Thanks for your concern." I bow my head slightly as I move closer to him, trying not to be too audible to attract the attention of Carina and her pathetic daughter. This is a rare opportunity that might not come for months—dad being alone in the sitting

Dave's POVThe Evergreen Lounge and bar is the talk of the town. It's known for its high-class services, which are expensive for people in the lower class to afford. A drink in Evergreen bar can buy a car, which can be suitable for a common salary earner and his family.It was sometimes rumored that aside from the four great families in the country, which mine is one , the bar only entertains presidents and governors, even from other countries, and their children, and also some high-class businessmen from neighboring countries.The hotel is also known for its strict rule, which is Don't cause a scene” You dare not make trouble in the bar, no matter your status. A man had once tried it, but his family was wiped out because no one heard anything about them again. Not a single one of them. Since then, no one dared to start a fight or cause a scene.Despite the mystery of this lounge, people like us who could afford the place haven't stopped patronizing it. No one knows the owner of the

Zella's POV I am so convinced right now that the universe is supporting my revenge plan. I would have been hospitalized immediately if I had taken just one spoonful of that soup. Just when I thought Lizzie would successfully get me in trouble, Dave came to my rescue. Even though I never wanted to be wherever he is for just a second, he was the only lifeline I could use. I know Lizzie is not just angry but furious because of the many things that changed in the house recently. And that's why she would stoop so low as to have me eat something I am allergic to just to take her revenge on me. But guess what? I am the revenger here and not any of them. Mission one accomplished. To make myself comfortable in the house so that I can sit well and think better for my revenge plan. “I appreciate your kind gesture, Dave, but please don't come and pick me up tomorrow. I can get to school myself.” I say to Dave as his driver parks in the parking lot for me to alight. To my surprise, he picks u

Dave’s POV As the car pulled up at East High, “pathetic,” I took another look at the school and wondered what I was doing here, if it was really worth it. The structures are basic and boring; the lawns? Ordinary. And worse, the girls are either giggling like clowns or screaming like banshees. My heart skipped a beat. Unsure of what awaits me today. Of course it’s not the school itself—I literally lord over the teachers and even the principal, but something feels—unfamiliar. Is this nervousness or anxiety?I can’t really tell, but I know for sure that only one person comes to my mind whenever this happens. “Goodness, I think I’m getting too lost in character—she's just a tool—a… means to an end, and nothing more.” I assured myself. I caught a faint, unfriendly glance from the chauffeur’s face as he waited for me to ‘get the hell out of the car.’ I know he thinks I’m a spoiled brat that needs a little hardship to truly learn about life—and probably a good beating too. But he dares n