Lydia Kamu Jahat Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Now I understand. Not a woman. A parasite. You climbed out of one man’s bed and crawled directly into another’s bank account. Are you not ashamed?” I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just stared at her, utterly unimpressed. Her words hit like darts, but they didn’t pierce. Not this time. Never again. Lydia tilted her head slightly, studying me with the same expression I’d seen on the faces of the Reynolds. Dismissal. Disgust. Something even colder than hate. “You think that bastard baby in your womb makes you family?” she asked softly. “It makes you leverage. And leverage,” she leaned in, voice a whisper now, “gets people killed.”

“You told Sloane you wanted to explain why you lied. That was just bait?” “If I didn’t say that, you wouldn’t have come.” I stare at him. He stares back, shameless. “When I knock all your teeth out, Finn, you won’t be able to form another lying word from your fucking mouth.” “Stop!” Lydia shouts, cutting me off mid-step. “You think I came here because I wanted to? I hate all of you. I’ve carried that hatred with me for years. I hate my mother the most for dying and leaving me with you all.”

Lydia, on the other hand, was a neutral party, and her like or dislike of Jia rested solely on the latter's conduct. That made it so much more important. That made it so much more stressful. She didn't think they were quite close enough to consider each other friends, but she did know that Lydia had genuinely good intentions. That was a luxury she wasn't often afforded, and now the woman probably thought that she had sabotaged her on purpose. Like...corporate competition, to try to remove her from her position so that she could replace her -

Probably get acquitted for life until the day I died or got killed in the slammer, either way I was good with that. “I’m not his father” I never would be. ‘Are you seriously listening to everything you are saying? Lydia would never-“ “Lydia’s fucking dead. She’s not here, open your fucking eyes and see the world for what it is. Joaquin killed her. She was good, she was the only thing that was good and pure and he shot her without even blinking. Like she was some sort of deer in the wild” He took a step back giving me the chance to breathe.

"At the end of the day, she's still mine! She's my flesh and blood! What else could I do when you weren't willing to have a child with me?" Her words were like knives that stabbed themselves into my heart. I watched her as she pinned the blame on everyone else but herself. "So," I said slowly, "You were lying to me when you said you hated children—that living a child-free life was your idea of a perfect life. You just wanted to tie me to you while you had a bastard child out of wedlock." Lydia was stunned by my words, seeming to belatedly realize that she had misspoken. She softened her tone and said, "It's not like that, Jasper. I was forced to give birth to her. Please believe me. The pers

Furious. "Hello, Amelia." Her voice makes my skin crawl. "I wanted to personally congratulate you on your little victory. Very impressive. I underestimated you." She leans closer to the camera. "That was my mistake. I treated you like Daniel's discarded wife. A nothing. A nobody." Daniel is still beside me. He can hear it too. "But you're not nothing, are you? You're smart. Capable. Strong." Lydia's smile doesn't reach her eyes. "I should have destroyed you when I had the chance."

People like you should get run over by a car when you leave the house,’ someone added. ‘I have lived long enough to see the truth! Tony Sullivan’s children are all weirdos. I hope your reputation will be ruined by the truth. Tsk, tsk,’ commented another person. Someone else wrote, ‘I hope Xyla Quest will sue you and send you to prison for the punishment you deserve. You have lived a good life for far too long and have nothing better to do. Disgusting b*tch.’ When Xyla saw how the hateful comments initially directed at her were now being posted against Mary, she could not help but sigh to herself. Indeed, the good would always triumph over the evil.

I chuckle softly and explain every single track that had just taken place inside the bathroom wing, including my absolute confirmation of Liam's hidden hand in the poisoning plot. "That absolute bastard traitor! My claws are going to rip his throat to bloody shreds!" Lydia fumes with pure, unadulterated rage, her yellow eyes flashing as she realizes her own bloodline family could be standing behind such a horrific scheme to take her throne. Just as her hands want to call the outer guard patrol to drag Liam into the hall by his fur, my arm reaches out to stop her body.

The woman gasped for breath, then snapped bitterly, "Alpha Vladimir, she’s the witch. She’s the Moon Goddess’s last descendant. She tried to kill her own stepsister. She has the mark—she’s the one! She doesn’t even have her wolf or a mate. She’s the cursed one!" She pointed at the silver-eyed woman. "Please don’t hurt my cousin for her. She’s the reason everything’s wrong!" I turned to the woman I had shot and asked, "Do you agree?" She nodded vigorously. I stood. I raised my gun. The silver-eyed woman squeezed her eyes shut, her body bracing for death. Instead, I turned, aimed at the two kneeling women and fired twice. Both collapsed. Jax let out a sigh. "You didn’t shoot our mate. Thank th

“Wait a second, isn’t that the same fake ‘Miwa’ landscape you got at the house of fortune? The one they auctioned off cheaply out of desperation? And now Lily’s up there, acting like she spent a year painting it after a couple of art classes? That’s Olympic-level lying. If there were gold medals for audacity, she’d have a whole shelf.” Off to the side, Zella leaned into the camera frame, her mouth twisted in amusement. “You know what’s really wild? The Old Madame knows Lily’s lying. She’s not fooled for a second. But she’s so desperate for some affection, she’ll accept whatever scraps are handed to her—even if they’re as fake as that painting. It’s like she’d rather cling to a comforting ill