The Lycan's Gold Digger Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

(Author’s Narration) Six hours slipped by, one tick at a time, dragging the Vale family toward a disaster no one saw coming. The event ground was a part of the premises of the Vale estate, and it was soon flooded with the country’s most powerful. Servants glided quietly along the edges. Then, right in the middle of the noise, everything went quiet. Old Madame Vale made her entrance, and the whole place grew silent. She was short, stern, and somehow managed to draw every eye just by standing there. Her hair, streaked with silver gray and charcoal dye, was pulled so tight it looked painful, as if she refused to let even a strand fall out of order. She wore a sharp blue suit that further emphasized her authority as much as it did her taste, and her heels clicked against the interlocked floor steadily and graciously. Wrinkles spread across her face, but nothing could mask her beauty, a beauty that had charmed allies for decades. The look in her eye spoke of a woman who had survived wa

(Author’s Narration) “Sister, what about your gift for Grandmother?” Lily called out openly. All heads turned towards Sienna’s direction. After Lily’s over-the-top performance and Kenneth’s embarrassing forgery, all eyes locked onto the woman in the corner, clutching a dusty gift bag like she expects it to be snatched. “A gift?” Sienna’s voice came out, slowly. “Of course, I have a gift. Not just any gift, an exceptional one. Honestly, I’m not sure everyone here even deserves to see it.” She fixed her gaze on the matriarch, dropping her voice to a low whisper. “Grandmother, do you want it? Do you want to see something truly mysterious? something special?” Lily snorted. “Sister Sienna, what are you going on about? Why all the theatrics? Look, there are cameras everywhere. No one’s going to steal your little present. Just bring it out.” “What’s up with Arthur’s family today?” a guest commented, not bothering to whisper. “The son tries to pass off a fake painting, now the daughter’

(Author’s Narration) “Lizzie, tell your father… I’m not going anywhere,” Carina said, her voice shaky and face streaked with tears as she looked at her daughter. Lizzie Midnight barely glanced up. She stood by the fireplace, playing with her sleeve, her face emotionless as anything. The woman who’d raised her might as well have been invisible. Carina snatched her designer bag and tried to go back upstairs, desperate for some scrap of safety. She didn’t even get three steps. A hand grabbed her hair and yanked her backward so hard her neck nearly snapped. “Where do you think you’re going?” Valour’s voice echoed through the room, angry and dangerous. “I told you, Carina. Today, you’re going out of my life.” He shoved her with everything he’s got, adrenaline and rage making his movements wild. Carina hit the floor hard. Her silk dress twisted around her legs as her ankle bent in an awkward manner, the bone distended and obviously sprained. “Valour! How could you?” Carina gasped, clu

(Lizzie’s POV) "You... you and Dad. And Grandma. You killed Zella’s parents." I barely got the words out. My mother, didn’t even blink. She stood in the foyer, her eyes hard and unmoved. Suddenly, everything made sense, how she always snapped that Zella wasn’t really my sister, but never explained why Zella lived with us as our “charity case.” She never cared about Zella. She took her in after stealing her life. "Exactly," Carina said. Her voice was sharp. "Your father and I planned it. We killed Zella’s parents — the real Midnights. So, do you see what I could do if you let me leave right now?" The room tilted around me for a bit. I couldn’t breathe. "You’ll lose everything," she went on and stepped closer. "Forget about being a millionaire’s heir. They’ll call us murderers. You’ll be the child of monsters. Should I leave? I’ll go if that’s what you want." She grabbed her suitcase and moved toward the door. Panic grabbed my throat. I jumped forward and snatched the handle of h

Author's Narration "Mike, tell me you got something good?" Zella massaged her forehead as she walked into the conference room with Mike. Massaging the spot between her brows was a subconscious habit Zella had whenever she was nervous or extremely excited. "For now, nothing. The production ingredients seem to have vanished into thin air, but not to worry. I have leads on some that will arrive later this evening; I will make sure to procure them," Mike said as he placed several files neatly on Zella's desk. "Hmmm!" Zella sighed deeply. "System, are you sure you have not left me? Come to think of it, this is exactly the type of situation where other people's systems jump in eagerly to help their hosts. But you..." She paused briefly before shaking her head. "Forget it." Her voice was low, almost inaudible, as she mumbled under her breath. Mike lightly tapped the table before speaking again. "Are you sure that Mr Crown is behind this? If it were him, he should have made a move by