Todos los capítulos de The Rebirth of a Vengeful Heiress: I’ll End You Before the W: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The morning sun rose behind a dense, unnatural haze of violet clouds, casting a weak, chilly light over the metropolitan outskirts. I picked Chloe up at dawn, the heavy engine of the rented flatbed truck rumbling beneath us as we drove thirty minutes north into the deep valleys of the countryside.Chloe’s uncle, a burly, weathered man named Silas, met us at the gates of his expansive breeding ranch. He was old-school, wearing a heavy sheepskin coat that seemed entirely too thick for mid-May—yet, looking at the frost gathering on the fence posts, his choice of attire was terrifyingly prescient."Chloe phoned me last night," Silas grunted, shaking my hand with a grip like a vise. "Said a Vane wanted to buy out an entire baseline of breeding stock. I thought she was pulling my leg until I saw this flatbed.""I don't like wasting time, Mr. Higgins," I replied, pulling up my collar against the biting wind. "I need the best dual-purpose cattle, heritage pigs, and hardy dairy goats you have.

The security golf cart hummed quietly as Maya drove us up the winding, concrete path of Obsidian Ridge. The wind ripped off the northern cliffs, carrying a sharp, freezing bite that made Maya shiver violently in her thin blazer. But I barely felt it; my eyes were locked on the architectural masterpiece looming ahead.Villa 09 was a fortress masquerading as luxury. Built from dark, volcanic stone and reinforced concrete, it cut a striking silhouette against the bruised, stormy sky.When Maya unlocked the massive double iron doors, the sheer scale of the interior took my breath away. It was completely furnished and pristine. As we walked through the sprawling layout, Maya eagerly pointed out the premium amenities, trying her best to make a sale."As you can see, miss, the ground floor features a massive, open-concept space designed for high-end gala hosting or executive board meetings," Maya said, her voice echoing slightly in the grand hall.We moved deeper into

The sound of drills, heavy metal plating, and low-frequency welding quickly filled the grand halls of Villa 09. Caleb’s military engineers moved with calculated precision, but as they began unpacking the standard tactical steel reinforcement brackets, I stepped directly into their path, my expression frosty."Stop," I commanded, my voice cutting through the mechanical noise like a knife.The engineers froze, blinking in surprise at a civilian girl interrupting their protocol.I turned my sharp gaze toward Caleb, who was leaning casually against a stone pillar, watching me with an amused glint in his icy blue eyes. "Caleb, your men are installing standard grade-four thermal plating. That is completely useless for what is coming. I want grade-eight vacuum-insulated ballistic steel on every single outer wall, a dual-layer titanium weave reinforcing the window frames, and the foundation seals must be pressurized to withstand negative eighty degrees Celsius. No shortcuts. No mistakes. Ever

Toward evening, I drove along the winding cliff roads leading to the Obsidian Ridge villa, the sky above Oakhaven painted in bruised shades of purple and silver. The air felt unnaturally sharp through the cracked car window, carrying a cold that didn’t belong to spring.By the time I reached the ridge, the transformation of the estate stole the breath from my lungs.The once-luxurious mountainside villa had become a fortress.Dark volcanic stone walls gleamed beneath industrial floodlights while teams of workers moved with military precision across the property. Heavy titanium window frames had replaced every pane of decorative glass. Thick vacuum-insulated ballistic steel reinforced the perimeter walls like the armor of some sleeping beast.Below the estate, the underground bunker systems hummed with power.Massive industrial generators I had purchased days earlier were already integrated into the villa’s electrical grid. Solar arrays stretched across the upper ridge, feeding energy

The next morning, the sun never truly rose.A suffocating layer of gray fog swallowed the entire skyline of Oakhaven, turning the world outside the penthouse windows pale and lifeless. The city looked muted, drained of color, as if winter itself was slowly wrapping cold fingers around its throat.Even the air inside the dining room felt heavier.I sat across from my father at the breakfast table, watching steam curl from his untouched coffee while the television in the corner played increasingly anxious weather reports."Unexpected cold front...""Record atmospheric instability...""Citizens are advised to avoid unnecessary travel..."They still didn’t understand.None of them did.I folded my hands calmly in my lap before speaking.“Dad, I got a final encrypted report from my weather monitoring contact this morning,” I lied smoothly, keeping my tone measured. “The atmospheric depression over the northern sector has become critical.”My father slowly looked up from his coffee.The fog