Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Out of the three, the truth was painfully obvious to Ana West. She stared at the photo on Mirena’s phone, her eyes trembling as tears pooled and spilled over. If those images ever surfaced, her career would be finished. Sponsors would drop her overnight, contracts would be terminated, and she would be drowning in millions worth of penalties.The mere thought made her body shake.How had Mirena even gotten her hands on something like that? A sob slipped past her lips before she could stop it.She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be cornered like this, didn’t want her carefully buried secret dragged into the light. Why was the universe so cruel?“This was done by you alone,” Mirena said flatly, cutting through her spiraling thoughts. “So leave the universe out of it and stop playing the victim.”Ana blinked, startled, briefly wondering if she had spoken aloud. She hadn’t. Mirena simply knew her type—women who collapsed into self-pity the moment consequences caught up with them. Spin

Half an hour after leaving the studio, Camille stood before the tall iron gates of the Ashton private estate.Behind her, her car’s engine ticked softly as it cooled, and in her hand, her phone vibrated relentlessly. Message after message from her agent flooded the screen.[Camille, you really can’t miss this interview.][Camille, this will seriously dent your career.][Don’t be childish. Come back right now.][If your image takes a hit after this, don’t blame me.]She barely spared the notifications a glance. With a tight exhale, she locked the screen and stepped forward, pressing the gate’s bell without hesitation.The buzz echoed across the quiet grounds.In the distance, a security guard emerged from his post and began walking toward the entrance. Camille instinctively straightened, shoulders back, chin lifted, posture flawless.One day, she would be the madam of this estate. The woman of this house. It w

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.For a long, tense moment, the only sound in the room was the quiet drip of liquid hitting the marble floor.Blood.George’s blood—dark and red like spilled wine—slid down from his forehead and fell in slow drops to the ground.The sharp sound of Camile's gasp broke the silence—the sound sharp with genuine shock. She rushed forward immediately, pulling a napkin from her back pocket with trembling hands.“George… oh my… Grandfather… how could you—oh my God!”Her words came out in scattered bursts of panic.When she reached him, she pressed the napkin to his forehead, trying to stop the bleeding. But instead of the hiss of pain she expected, George didn’t react at all.He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.It was as if this kind of thing had happened to him so many times that his body had stopped acknowledging the pain. Like it had simply beco

“Call the entire Sterling family here at once! They will all kneel and apologize to Mirena. Or they will suffer my wrath!”Leonardo’s command thundered through the hall.Camille’s body stiffened instantly.Her parents…?They were being dragged into this?Her eyes widened in disbelief.They couldn’t. They absolutely couldn’t be involved in something like this.“Please—” she tried to speak, but Mirena’s voice cut smoothly through hers.“Grandfather, isn’t that a bit too much?”Her tone carried a careful note of hesitation, as though she were genuinely uncomfortable with the punishment being handed out on her behalf.Leonardo paused and looked at her again.Then, just like before, he shook his head firmly.“Those people must have treated you far worse than this for you to be willing to sweep everything under the rug,” he said.

The first time Camille truly harbored the intention to kill……was right now.September 25th, 2025.Pinned down by guards who clearly didn’t know their place and forced to look up at someone who had once been nothing more than background decoration in her life.A wallpaper.And now that same woman was standing above her—smirking.Her chest tightened, not just with anger or hatred, but with something far darker. Something vicious.The overwhelming urge to break free from the guards holding her down…To lunge forward, wrap her hands around Mirena’s throat, and squeeze until the light vanished from those irritatingly bright eyes.But the universe, it seemed, had no intention of supporting her today.So Camille could only sit there, forced to watch as Mirena looked down at her with that infuriating smirk and sick glimmer in her eyes.But along with the glimmer in her eyes something else.So