บททั้งหมดของ Revenge in the House of Wealth: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Anna’s pulse still raced as she pressed the lever, feeling the wall shift beneath her fingers. The narrow passage beyond beckoned, dark and mysterious, the faint scent of damp stone and ancient secrets filling her senses. V’s eyes darted along every corner, every shadow, his dagger poised, ready for anything. The faint light of the corridor ahead promised both hope and danger.“This way,” he whispered, gesturing toward the new passage.Anna stepped forward, holding the documents tightly against her chest. Every sound—their own footsteps, the shifting stone, the distant echoes—reminded her how precarious their position was. One wrong move, one misjudged shadow, and the consequences could be catastrophic.The passage twisted and turned, spiraling downward into a subterranean network that neither of them had seen before. Anna’s mind raced, connecting the symbols, the maps, and the clues they had discovered. Her father—or the man who had taken his guise—had planned every detail. Each step

The chamber was thick with tension, the lantern flickering as if hesitant to reveal too much. Anna’s chest heaved; each breath felt sharp, each heartbeat a drum echoing the danger around them. V’s dagger remained poised, his eyes scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement. The cloaked figure had vanished into darkness moments ago, but the sense of threat lingered, tangible and suffocating.“We have to move,” V whispered, voice low but urgent. “Staying here is asking to be trapped.”Anna’s gaze darted across the chamber. The documents and maps scattered across the table now seemed less like clues and more like a maze, each one potentially laced with danger. She could feel the mansion itself pressing on them, corridors bending, shadows twisting, as if aware that they were no longer welcome intruders.“I… I need to understand what I’m holding,” she said, her fingers hovering over a parchment marked with intricate symbols. “These markings… they’re directions, but for what? A hidden

The hidden staircase spiraled downward into darkness, each step groaning under their weight. Anna’s hands slid along the stone railing, cool and rough beneath her fingertips, grounding her in the present. Every nerve in her body screamed caution, every instinct warning her that this was no ordinary passage.V moved silently beside her, dagger in hand, his eyes scanning the shadows for the faintest hint of movement. “Stay close,” he whispered. “Every corner could hide a threat.”Anna swallowed, her throat dry. She could still feel the echo of Sergei’s warning—the weight of the choice they had made by pressing the hidden mechanism. Every step now seemed to carry them deeper into her father’s labyrinth, into secrets she wasn’t sure she was prepared to confront.The staircase opened into a vast chamber, far larger than the corridors above. Dust hung in the air, disturbed by their presence, and the faint scent of old parchment and candle smoke lingered. Walls lined with towering shelves he

Anna’s heart pounded as the masked figure stepped closer, the floor beneath them pulsing with eerie light. Every reflection in the mirrors seemed to twist unnaturally, multiplying the shadows until she could barely distinguish reality from illusion. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of old stone and secrets long buried.V’s eyes never left the figure. “Stay calm,” he whispered, though his body tensed like a coiled spring. “Observe. Wait for the opening.”Anna swallowed, her mind racing. Every instinct screamed that this was no ordinary trap—it was a test, a crucible designed by her father, by Sergei, by forces she still didn’t fully understand. Yet despite the fear, a spark of determination ignited within her. She had come too far to falter now.The masked figure moved silently, each step deliberate. Its presence seemed to warp the very air around them. Anna noticed that with every movement, the glowing symbols on the floor shifted, forming new patterns she hadn’t seen before. H

The chamber was silent now, but the shadows lingered, curling like smoke around Anna and V as they faced the figure emerging from the far corner. The air was electric with tension, every heartbeat echoing like a drum in the stone walls. Anna clutched the letter, the weight of her father’s words pressing on her mind like an anchor, tethering her to a past she had never fully understood.V’s hand rested lightly on her shoulder, steady and reassuring. “Whatever happens, we face it together,” he said softly, his voice slicing through the heavy silence.Anna nodded. She had learned, through every trial, every deception, that she could not do this alone, and she would not falter now. She stepped forward, the glow of the symbols beneath her feet illuminating her path. The labyrinth had revealed its final trial, and she was ready to confront it head-on.The figure in the shadows stepped forward, removing its hood to reveal a face that was both familiar and terrifying. It was Sergei’s right-ha