Revenge of The Woods Heiress. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Astrid’s POV Influence rarely collapsed in one dramatic moment. It unraveled quietly. Like threads slowly pulled loose from expensive fabric. One careful move at a time. That morning, after blocking several contracts Adam had been quietly pushing through the company, I realized something important. Stopping deals wasn’t enough. Not if Adam Pierce still had the trust of the people who mattered most. Investors. Board members. Financial partners. Those were the people who decided whether someone rose in power… or fell from it. And right now, Adam still had their confidence. But confidence was fragile. All it took was a few well-placed doubts. A few quiet questions. And suddenly certainty began to crumble. I sat in my father’s study again, reviewing a list of Woods Group’s largest investors. These weren’t just people with money. They were long-time allies of my father, Arthur Woods, individuals who had supported the company for decades. Some of them had watched me grow

Astrid’s POV The Woods mansion had always been quiet in the mornings. Not silent ..... there were always staff moving through the halls, preparing breakfast, tending the gardens, organizing the day’s schedules ..... but there was a peaceful rhythm to it. A calm order that reflected the man who built everything inside these walls. My father. Arthur Woods. As I walked down the long hallway toward his private office, the sound of my heels echoed softly against the marble floor. The house smelled faintly of fresh coffee and polished wood. A normal morning. But for me, it felt strangely significant. Because today, I was about to do something I should have done years ago. Get involved. Really involved. In my previous life, I had kept my distance from the business world my father ruled so effortlessly. I told myself I preferred a quieter life. That I didn’t want the stress of corporate battles and financial negotiations. But the truth was simpler. I had been distracted. Distrac

Astrid’s POV The truth rarely revealed itself willingly. It had to be dug out. Piece by piece. Lie by lie. I sat at the long conference table in the small private office building my father owned across the city. Unlike the grand headquarters of Woods Group, this place was quiet, discreet, and rarely used. Which was exactly why I chose it. Across from me sat two men who specialized in uncovering secrets. Private investigators. The kind wealthy families quietly hired when they needed answers the police could not provide. One of them slid a thin folder across the table. “We’ve completed the preliminary background review you requested, Miss Woods.” I rested my fingers lightly on the folder but didn’t open it yet. Because even though I already knew the truth… Seeing it written down still felt strangely important. “Before I read it,” I said calmly, “tell me something.” The older investigator leaned forward slightly. “Yes?” “Did you find anything unusual?” He and his part

Third Person's’s POV Failure had a sound. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t crash through doors or shatter glass. Instead, it arrived quietly ..... like a whisper that slowly grew louder until it drowned everything else out. That whisper had been echoing in Adam Pierce’s mind all morning. He sat in his office at the downtown investment firm he had recently partnered with, staring at the large screen displaying market reports. The numbers glowed coldly. Red. Too much red. Adam leaned forward in his chair, fingers pressed together as he reviewed the data for the fifth time. The Stonebridge Technology Acquisition, his newest investment project, had just collapsed. It wasn't slowed. Nor delayed. Collapsed. A week ago, everything had looked perfect. The startup company had promised rapid growth in logistics automation technology. Their projections were aggressive but appealing, and the early investors were enthusiastic. Adam had pushed the deal forward personally. He convinced se

Astrid’s POV The restaurant Adam chose was one I knew well. Too well. Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling, reflecting across polished marble floors and glass walls that overlooked the city skyline. The quiet music and expensive décor created the kind of romantic atmosphere that once would have made my heart flutter. Now it only made me feel cold. I stepped out of the elevator and immediately spotted Adam waiting near the window table. He stood the moment he saw me. For a brief second, his expression looked almost relieved. “Astrid.” Hearing my name in his voice still felt strange. There was a time when that voice meant safety to me. Comfort. Love. Now it sounded like a lie wearing a familiar face. I walked toward the table calmly. “Hello, Adam.” He pulled out the chair for me automatically. The gesture used to feel charming. Now I understood it for what it really was. Practice. Adam had always been good at playing roles. I sat down without comment, folding my