The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Zella's POV The taxi passed through the part of the city that shines the most, past glowing storefronts, towers, and skyscrapers. My heart skipped a few times as we journeyed into the unknown. We entered a street and then stopped at one of the first and finest apartments. A doorman in a nice uniform came and collected my bag. The sign on the gate read, :The Apex Residences. “This is it,” the driver said, putting the car in park. I got out, and the doorman gave me a quick glance. “Miss Midnight. Mr. Crown is expecting you at Penthouse A. Private elevator on the right.” So, it was Dave. The lobby was all cold marble, with high ceilings and a grand interior. My sneakers squeaked on the floor even though I'd moved carefully so they wouldn’t. The private elevator doors were mirrored, so I saw my reflection—a pale girl looking very, very lost. The doors opened silently.’welcome’ a cool AI voice said as the door closed back. When the doors opened again, I was standing directly in a li

Zella’s Pov [Ding!] The system’s voice, which I hadn’t heard in ages, played in my head, with a Cheerful and annoying tone. [Option 1: Accept the weird neighbor’s ramen. Reward: Cleaning Robot ‘Ben’ & Complete Household furniture. Option 2: Reject him. Play it safe. Reward: ‘Dirt Attractor’ Halo (permanent). Decision Time: 5 minutes. Starting now.] “What the actual hell, System?” I screamed internally. This diabolical, useless piece of programming! It ghosted me for days, but now, when I’m about to get free food, it pops up with a threat? And a countdown? “System, I didn’t ask for your help! Who do you think you are?” But I didn’t dare say it out loud. Who knew if the petty AI would just slap the Dirt Attractor on me out of spite? “Hello?” Clark waved a hand in front of my distracted eyes. “You zoning out on me? Ramen’s getting cold.” I snapped back to reality. The smell was divine. The truth was, even without the system’s blackmail, I’d have still said yes. I was starv

Author's Narration (The Sacred Exile) The Sacred Exile… pfft. The name had nothing to do with sacred. It was a haven for the damned. Thugs, criminals, thieves, and every kind of evil from all walks of life washed up here. And despite the concentrated sin, the world government had no plans to clean it up. Why? It's simple. The place was located in one of the Seven Deadly Zones—a nightmarish, unpredictable vastness of sea. Besides, it was a barren dump with no resources. Taking it would mean losing soldiers for a pile of rotten garbage. Utterly not worth it. In this terrifying place, inside a small, abandoned, half-collapsed house, two men were talking. One sat calmly and elegantly, drinking water from a cracked bowl. The other was pacing and fuming. “The boss has gone too far, Fourth Prince!” Zic scoffed. “Sending you to a place like this? ‘Take over the Sacred Exile?’ It’s just a fancy way of saying, ‘Go die quietly somewhere I can’t see you.’” “Fourth Prince, this is exile!” Z

Luca's POV The atmosphere in the casino was now tense. The laughs and murmurs had died down now, everyone’s on the edge of their seats, because a hundred million dollars is a hell of a stake. The gamblers who had been relaxed just moments ago could no longer find the right part to balance in their seats. Even the dealers, men who had seen blood spilt on their tables more times than they could count, became cautious. “Big words,” he said, with a deep, cold voice. “Very big words for someone who doesn’t even know the rules of the game.” I didn’t even bother to reply. I just leaned back slightly, with my fingers resting lazily against the edge of the table, with an expression that was so calm it could easily be termed as indifference. If there’s anything I do very well, it’s maintaining my composure no matter how shitty the situation I’m in could be. But anyway, that wasn’t the case here, I had complete trust in Zic’s gambling skills, even though this man was literally bleeding ca

Zella's POV I stood at the entrance of my house, and for a second, I thought I had actually walked into the wrong building. My jaw literally dropped. This place was a total wreck just a few hours ago -broken glass everywhere, doors almost falling off their hinges, and the kind of smell that makes you want to hold your breath forever. Now? It looked like a showroom for some high-end tech billionaire. The doors were solid, heavy oak with new standard frames, and crystal clear windows. I walked further in, my sneakers squeaking on the polished floors. There were gadgets I didn’t even recognize -sleek, silver consoles and advanced sensored lighting that followed my movement. I sighed heavily in surprise. "Seriously, this system is supernatural. How did it do all this? I was just a door away and I didn't hear a single hammer or a drill. Not even a floorboard creaking." "Welcome home, Miss Zella," a voice said. I nearly jumped out of my skin. The sound came from almost everywhere. "Who