Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Woman He Buried: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Maribel Elsdon was checking the latest transfer from her mother when Magno, her partner noticed the message on her phone.“How much did Ruth send you this time?” he asked.“Enough to cover some bills.”“That’s not what I asked.”Maribel gathered the unpaid bills from the kitchen table. “It’s household money. We have expenses to pay.”“And I live here, don’t I? I have a right to know how much she sent.”Maribel shot him an irritated look. “So you can drink it away like the last time?”Magno’s expression hardened. “Watch your mouth.”“Then stop wasting the money Mother sends us. I can’t keep asking her for more.”He pulled out a chair and sat down. “Your mother has money, and your precious daughter is living in a mansion, pretending to be a rich heiress. Why should we settle for scraps?”“Keep your voice down.”“Afraid someone might hear your secret?”Maribel glanced at the door. Ruth’s latest transfer was smaller than she’d hoped, and she had already set some aside for the bills. She h

Fabian remained in his study after ending the call with Ruth.Voices in the hallway caught his attention. Sasha and Agatha were discussing Hazel’s upcoming birthday celebration.“She seems determined to make it an event everyone remembers,” Agatha said.“She wants everyone to see her as the rightful heiress,” Sasha replied. “Especially those who matter.”Fabian stepped into the hallway. Agatha turned toward him.“We were just discussing Hazel’s birthday. She’s going to great lengths to impress her guests.”“So I hear,” he replied with a brief nod.He said nothing more and returned to his study, having stepped out only to ensure the hallway was clear before making another call.Once inside, he closed the door and contacted his assistant, Gary.“I need you to identify a man who recently visited Maribel Elsdon,” Fabian said. “He asked about Hazel’s childhood and family background. Find out who he is and, if possible, who sent him.”“Do we have a description?”“Maribel may have one. She a

The lights of Astera shimmered beneath the aircraft as it began its descent.Isla sat by the window, watching the city emerge from the darkness. Beyond the familiar skyline lay the place where she had grown up, the country she had once called home, and the past she was finally ready to face.She had never imagined returning under these circumstances. She had left Astera as Isla Marquez, unaware of her true origins. Now she was coming back as Aniela Delacroix, the missing heiress everyone believed was dead.Yet the city below looked much as she remembered it.She pulled her cap lower over her forehead. Dressed in a plain shirt, jeans, and comfortable shoes, with ordinary glasses framing her face, she hoped to blend in among the arriving passengers. The disguise would make her less noticeable, but it wouldn't fool anyone who knew her well. She would have to remain cautious.In Astera, she was still a dead woman. Until her identity was formally revealed, no one could know she had returne

Hazel had been awake since early morning, but by late afternoon, she was still dissatisfied.She sat before her dressing table as the makeup artist worked on her face and the hairstylist arranged her curls. Nearby, a maid prepared her gown and accessories.Everything had to be perfect.She had spent weeks overseeing every detail of tonight’s celebration, from the guest list to the ballroom flowers. Nothing could go wrong.“Where is my dress?” Hazel demanded, glancing at the clock. “I asked for it half an hour ago.”A maid hurried in with a garment bag. “I’m sorry, Miss Delacroix. It was being steamed, as you requested.”“Then why wasn’t it brought up sooner?”The maid lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry, miss.”Once the gown was uncovered, Hazel inspected it before turning to the mirror. “Where are my shoes? These aren’t the pair I selected.”“I thought these would match better.”“You thought?” Hazel turned sharply. “I gave you the exact pair days ago. Go and get them.”The maid hurried away

The announcement sent a wave of disbelief through the ballroom.Whispers spread as the guests struggled to process the revelation. The woman they had known as Isla Marquez, long believed to be dead, was the true Aniela Delacroix, the missing heiress.Meanwhile, Hazel Elsdon, who had spent years claiming that identity, watched her carefully built position crumble before her eyes.The press, invited to cover the birthday celebration, had found a story far more significant than the event itself. Cameras turned toward Isla, and reporters began calling out questions.“Is she really the Delacroix heiress?”“Was Hazel Elsdon’s DNA report false?”Within minutes, the story began circulating online:Isla Marquez Returns as the Missing Delacroix Heiress.Hazel Elsdon’s Claim Challenged After Independent DNA Retest.Who Is the True Heiress to the Delacroix Fortune?Hazel stood rigidly beside the birthday table, her face burning with anger. Moments earlier, she had been the center of attention. No