《Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

LeahA shadow detached from the garden wall and dropped silently to the ground—tall, broad, lethal. Moonlight carved sharp angles across his face: high cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and those ink-black eyes that seemed to drink the night itself. Kaelen Black.My wolf surged forward so hard I nearly staggered. She clawed at the inside of my skin, howling for release, for him.He straightened, every inch of him radiating raw Alpha power—dangerous, arrogant, and so devastatingly beautiful it hurt to look at him. The black shirt clung to the hard planes of his chest, sleeves rolled to reveal corded forearms dusted with dark hair. His scent hit me like a drug: storm-charged pine, smoke, and something darker, something that made my thighs clench involuntarily.“Finally found you,” he drawled, voice low and rough, edged with that maddening smirk. “I told you to come to The Nest. You didn’t show.”My heart slammed against my ribs. I knew exactly what he wanted. Worse—I wanted it too

LeahThe space felt smaller with everyone crammed in. Ten servants lined the wall, heads bowed. Martha sat rigid on the velvet sofa, face a mask of righteous fury. Ella stood beside her, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks streaked with artful tears.Agnes occupied the high-backed chair like a throne. Her green eyes were calm, but the air around her crackled with old Alpha authority.She ignored Ella’s sobs entirely and fixed Martha with a level stare.“I instructed you and your daughter to remain in the guest wing. No wandering. Yet your daughter was in my garden smoking. A fire hazard. An insult to pack discipline. Explain.”Martha’s eyes widened in perfect shock. “Smoking? My Ella? Never. She’s a proper young lady—obedient, clean-living. Perhaps someone mistook Leah for her? The resemblance in the dark—”Agnes lifted a hand. A maid stepped forward and held out a phone.The photo was grainy but unmistakable: Ella hunched over a cigarette, silver-gray hair falling in her face, necklace gleaming

LeahThe moment I stepped downstairs the next morning, there she was—Ella, preened and polished like some overpriced showroom mannequin. Silver designer gown hugging every curve, diamonds and sapphires dripping from her neck and ears, those smug silver-gray eyes glittering with pure show-off energy.Last night she’d played the damsel, collapsing dramatically like her spine had evaporated. This morning? Not even a limp. Her “condition” really was convenient—on when it suited her, off when she wanted to strut.“Sister,” she cooed, widening her eyes in mock surprise, “you’re not ready yet? The banquet starts in three hours. Don’t tell me you don’t have anything appropriate to wear.” She tilted her head, all faux sweetness. “I could lend you something if you’re desperate.”I almost laughed. In my last life, I’d fallen for exactly this trap—borrowed one of her cheap knock-offs right before a big event, only for her and Martha to “accidentally” expose the fake label in front of everyone. I’

LeahA wet pop.The crowd sucked in a collective breath. Phones were already out, recording. Whispers turned to murmurs.I stayed kneeling, fingers pressed to the boy’s neck. Pulse—thready but there. Breathing shallow, but steady now that the tension pneumothorax had been decompressed. He’d wake up soon, disoriented and sore, but alive.I looked up at Ella, calm as glass.“He’s not dead,” I said. “The needle released the pressure on his lung. He seized, went into respiratory arrest. Without decompression he would have coded in under two minutes. You want to keep screaming, or do you want to call an ambulance so they can get him oxygen and monitor his heart?”Ella’s mouth opened and closed like a landed fish.Master Lindo finally found his voice, hoarse. “You… you saved him?”“I bought him time,” I corrected, standing up. My hands were steady, but adrenaline still buzzed under my skin. “He needs real medical attention. Paramedics. Anticonvulsants. He’ll be okay—if we move fast.”The de

LeahI was still catching my breath, fingers curled around the two black cards like they might vanish if I blinked, when voices filtered through the bathroom door—sharp, insistent, and unmistakably Ella’s.“Master Lindo, I swear to you, I really am Leah’s sister. Don’t let her looks fool you—she’s been obsessed with money her whole life, blowing cash on the stupidest things. I’ve always managed her finances for her own good. If you give her Cedar Grove as a reward, she’ll mortgage it in a heartbeat for some ridiculous impulse buy. For her sake, just hand the deed to me. I promise I’m not lying. If I am, I’ll walk out right now, never step foot in your salon again, and you can ban me for life—no more styling from the great Master Lindo. Deal?”Master Lindo’s voice cut in, flat and irritated. “Miss Ella, please calm down. I’d prefer to discuss the matter directly with Miss Leah.”I shoved the door open and stepped out.They were right there—Ella hovering like a vulture, Master Lindo loo