All Chapters of Revenge Of The Real Heiress : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Damien's low, gravelly voice carried a teasing lilt, but his sharp gaze remained unwaveringly serious, cutting through Elisa defenses. It wasn't a tone she could easily dismiss.At their feet, Cloud's tail was wagging like a propeller as it circled their legs happily. It was oblivious to the tension above.Elisa cleared her throat, deciding it was best to respond directly. "It was just a one-time thing. It was no big deal. I already told you I'm not holding you responsible, so you shouldn't hold me responsible either."She paused, a faint smile playing on her lips, but it wasn't the playful kind. There was something darker beneath the surface."Besides..." she said, her voice trailing off and her smile deepening into one of quiet resignation.She thought to herself, "If you ever saw the real me-the me who carries bitterness like a second skin and the one who destroys and manipulates without remorse-you'd regret it."Her mind flashed back to Sebastian-her so-called brother. She recalle

The following morning, Carmen was shoved out of her home with a grocery list in hand, courtesy of her stepmother's shrill commands."We can't even leave the house because of you!" the woman yelled from the doorway. "Everywhere we go, people point and whisper, all thanks to your shameless ways!" Carmen froze on the front steps, already bracing for the worst.Her stepmother wasn't done. "If you had an ounce of self-respect, you'd disappear! Better yet, just die and spare this family the disgrace!""I didn't do it!" Carmen shouted back, her voice raw. "Those pictures and videos are fake! None of them is real!"But the words fell flat, drowned out by years of the same accusations. Carmen could recite the next part by heart. No one believed her. Lies told often enough became the truth.She trudged out onto the street, her stepmother's yells still echoing in her ears. But when she looked up, Carmen froze.The walls in the hallway, which had been covered with those damning photos just the ni

The wind on the rooftop was fierce, howling past Carmen as she stood teetering on the edge.Below, the woman who had attacked her earlier was pointing upward while gesturing wildly, her voice faintly audible even against the wind. Around her, a small crowd had gathered. Some laughed while others shook their heads, but they all watched with that morbid curiosity reserved for train wrecks and car crashes. Carmen glanced down, her heart heavy with despair but tinged with something darker-resentment.She thought about what their faces would look like after she jumped. Would they scream? Would they cry? Or would they feel that cold rush of guilt as they realized they'd pushed her this far?A bitter smile tugged at her lips. The thought felt almost like revenge.Closing her eyes, Carmen raised her arms, the wind tugging at her clothes. Then, she let herself fall forward."Gosh!""She's jumping!"Screams and gasps erupted from the ground below as her body tipped over the edge.For a brief mo

Elisa closed her laptop with a soft click, raising an eyebrow as she smirked. "Don't idolize me too much. It's all just survival skills." Her tone was light, but the truth ran deeper. Growing up, Elisa had been like a sponge, absorbing everything she could get her hands on. The books she'd read, the knowledge she'd gathered, the medical texts she'd pored over, and the hacking techniques she'd taught herself were things no one could ever take away from her. No matter what, they were hers to keep. "Alright, it's time for me to check out some medical centers," she said, tossing her backpack over her shoulder. It was the same backpack she had thrown aside in her rush to save Carmen not long ago. Thankfully, she had recovered it, herbs and all, after the chaos had settled. Although Elisa had spent a good chunk of time helping Carmen get even, exposing the creep behind the photos and dealing with the others involved, she hadn't been slacking on other things. She still made time each da

Elisa left the Walsh residence right after saying her piece. Yet as she walked away, her mind was a mess. Maybe her parents were right. She was a cold-hearted, ungrateful person incapable of showing love or loyalty to family. Even with Clive on his deathbed, she had still rejected his request without hesitation, even going so far as to declare her intention to start her own medical center. Her words must have felt like daggers to him. But what Clive said hurt her just as deeply. Those words were hidden under the façade of family. It was clearly an attempt to convince her to be a pawn for the Walshes, Harvey, and Harmony Medical Center. Elisa shook her head, frustrated. She was so buried in thought that she failed to see the two vicious men in black suits approaching silently from behind. Before she could react, a hand grabbed her face. Elisa struggled as she tried to scream. Her instincts kicked in. Her fingers reached for her pocket where she kept a vial of homemade poison pow