All Chapters of The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Lizzie’s POV “Jake Alfred” In the conglomerate, names were everything. The Crown family was the sun, but the Alfred family was the moon --just as big, as powerful, but far more cold. They were the current second family. They weren't just rich; they were ruthless. They were the kind of people who could delete a person from history with a single phone call. And I had slapped him, smashed his phone and called him a stray dog. I didn’t enter the house. Instead I stayed within an earshot, but out of their sight, to pick up whatever they’d likely decide as my fate. I had sent Miller ahead into the house on some silly errand. Jake didn't wait much longer. He sighed, and looked at my father, who was still half-bowing. "Well, this was nothing short of a clusterfuck, Valour, and I’ve had just about enough" he said, hoarsely. "I’m not surprised though, the rumors turn out to be true. The wrong Midnight heiress is in line for succession." He stood up from the stone bench. "Wait!

Dave’s POV “I’m not going.” My voice was flat and almost bored, as i just outrightly defied the most powerful man I knew. I leaned back, letting the leather chair take my weight, and crossing my legs with an indifferent attitude I had been trained to live by all my life. My father’s office had always felt like a museum: heavy with the scent of stale cigar smoke, and a kind of tension. Portraits of dead Crowns hung from the walls, they are kind of reminders that nothing here ever changed. Not the furniture, and definitely not the man behind the desk. Francis Crown didn’t even look up, not even after I just blatantly refused to follow his orders. He finished signing whatever document he’d been scribbling on. It was a game for him, to pretend my refusal was nothing. Only after he dotted the last “i” did he finally put his pen down and look at me. “You are going,” he said, quietly. “The Simone party. Tonight.” I shrugged, not bothering to hide my contempt. “We don’t exactly get invi

(One Week Ago) Zella's POV The steel shutters had slammed down a second ago, and the sound of the mercenaries’ boots as they troop up and down the stairs on our floor could be heard. There had been an internal order to quietly extract us from the building. The House of Fortune would have no objections when the value of the heavenly emerald was confirmed to them. It would have been an easy decision, with a lot of profit. “They locked the exits,” Mike breathed, his knuckles tightening on the edge of his tablet, the screen glowing with silent warnings. “They’re containing us and doing so while trying to avoid a spectacle.” I didn’t flinch. My gaze swept the room, skipping from mirror to mirror, from the shut windows to the hidden cameras in gilded frames. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice flat, eyes sharp. “And we’re the only ones under the microscope tonight.” “You have to leave now, blend with the crowd, for any chance to get out of here in one piece.” Dave instructed from the entra

Tamara’s POV) I stood at the top of the staircase and took a long deep breath. The smell of expensive perfume, exquisite meals and champagne filled my lungs. As I exhaled, it felt like it was the first time I had breathed in a while. At least, since our family fell into the hands of Dave Crown and His family. We walked on eggshells and my father had to give up on any deals and contracts that had signatures and footprints of the crowns. Frankly, they had their hands in basically everything so there’s not much left to hold on to. The orchestra played something soft, filling the background as a gently moving wave. The press were here, carefully selected. Those who were owed favours or had been personally contacted by some of the conglomerates who had some showing off to do, or some scandal to expose. They were all here, eyes sharp and devouring. Looking for answers to questions that doesn’t even exist. The four families were here too. All well represented. In this kind of event, ev

(The Vale's) (Author’s Narration) The Vale estate spread over three thousand square meters of prime Upper Crest real estate, and every inch of it screamed about the family’s climb to power. Today, the place was alive—servants rushing everywhere, voices calling out and barking instructions. All this fuss for Old Madame Vale, the woman who had clawed her way up from a basement laundromat to the very top. But in the private wing, the party was nowhere to be found. “Where is she?” Beatrice Vale snapped her silk handkerchief in the air with a sharp motion, almost like she wanted to beat down the tension herself. Emeralds weighed down her fingers, and more stones glittered in her hair as she paced. “Yes, Mother, where’s my sister? Are we even sure she’s bringing a tribute for Grandmother?” The voice belonged to Kenneth Vale. He looked thin, shaky, and barely holding on. His skin was so pale it looked almost grey, and his eyes were sunk deep into his face, laced with tired, ugly shado