Revenge of The Woods Heiress. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Astrid's POV The kitchen of the Woods mansion had always felt too large for one person, but tonight it felt perfect. Warm light glowed from the chandeliers above, reflecting off the polished marble counters. The scent of roasted herbs and garlic filled the air as I stirred the sauce simmering on the stove. I smiled to myself. Dinner was almost ready. For once, I wasn’t letting the staff cook. I had insisted they take the evening off. Tonight was special, and I wanted to do this myself. My hand drifted unconsciously to my stomach. A nervous flutter ran through me. I still couldn't quite believe it. Just a few hours ago, I had been sitting in a quiet hospital room, my heart pounding so loudly I thought the doctor could hear it. Across from me sat my best friend, Miley Perez, who had been squeezing my hand so tightly I thought my fingers might break. "Relax," Miley had whispered, rolling her eyes. "You're acting like you're waiting for a death sentence." I laughed softly at

Astrid’s POV My lungs burned. Every instinct in my body screamed for air, but Adam Pierce’s hand tightened mercilessly around my throat. My back pressed painfully against the wall as his fingers dug into my skin. I clawed at his arm, trying to pry his grip loose, but it was useless. Adam had always been stronger than me. I had just never imagined he would use that strength like this. Dark spots began dancing in my vision. “Adam…” I choked. My voice came out as nothing more than a broken rasp. He watched me struggle with cold curiosity, like a scientist observing an experiment. “You should’ve stayed quiet,” he said calmly. My chest heaved uselessly. Air wouldn’t come. “You always did have a temper,” he continued almost conversationally. “That’s something I never liked about you.” My fingers slipped weakly against his wrist. My strength was fading. The room seemed to spin slowly around me. My heart pounded desperately, each beat weaker than the last. This couldn’t be

Astrid’s POV Darkness was supposed to be peaceful. Instead, it felt endless. Heavy. Suffocating. My body lay cold against the marble steps, but I couldn’t feel the ground anymore. The pain in my stomach was fading, replaced by a strange numbness spreading through my limbs. I knew what that meant. I was dying. It came with unbearable clarity. The sky above me was vast and quiet, scattered with stars that seemed indifferent to my suffering. The mansion lights glowed behind me, warm and golden — but that warmth felt like it belonged to another life. Another version of me. Adam and Miley’s voices floated in the air, distant and distorted. “She’s finally quiet,” Miley said. Adam’s voice followed calmly. “Great.” There was no urgency. No remorse. No fear. Just satisfaction. My vision blurred at the edges. I tried to move my fingers. They responded weakly. Good. I was still conscious. For now. My thoughts turned inward. Dad. The word echoed inside my chest like a wou

Astrid’s POV For a long moment after I hugged my father, neither of us spoke. The office was quiet except for the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows behind my father’s desk, casting soft golden light across the room. Everything felt painfully normal. And yet nothing inside me was normal anymore. I sat across from him now, my hands clasped tightly in my lap as I tried to steady my breathing. Dad leaned back slightly in his chair, studying me carefully. His gaze had always been sharp. Observant. He missed very little. “Astrid,” he said finally. “Yes?” “You ran into my office like someone was chasing you.” His tone wasn’t accusing. It was calm. But I could hear the concern beneath it. “You cried like something terrible had happened.” He tilted his head slightly. “And now you’re sitting there like you’re about to tell me the world is ending.” I forced a small smile. “That dramatic?” He didn’t s

Astrid’s POV A soft knock broke the silence in my room. “Miss Astrid?” I looked up from where I sat on the edge of my bed. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows made everything look peaceful ....... too peaceful for the storm of memories still swirling inside my head. “Yes?” I answered. The door opened slightly, and one of the maids stepped inside. She bowed politely. “Miss Astrid, Miss Miley Perez has arrived.” My body froze. For a split second, the air seemed to disappear from the room. Miley. The name alone made my chest tighten. In my mind, the memory came back instantly ...... sharp and vivid. Her standing above me. The knife in her hand. The cold smile on her face. The way she said “You really thought Adam loved you?” before the blade plunged into my stomach. My fingers slowly curled into my palm. I had barely been reborn for a few hours… And already fate was bringing the woman who killed me back into my life. “Miss Astrid?” the