Lahat ng Kabanata ng Heir of Revenge: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The sound of heels clashing with the floor echoed. With each step, they got closer and left a trail of a soft perfume scent that could captivate. Just like herself, looking flawless in a knee-length dress. It snugly wrapped her graceful figure, but she covered it with a knee-length long coat. She still cherishes the gaze directed at her, giving her a sense of self-worth in her line of work that isn't cheap. It's not just about flaunting her body or the clothes she wears; it's not that.She's visited here several times before, sparking numerous gossip accounts that freely speculate about their intimate relationship. The words out there ache her heart, but she keeps on smiling. She neither confirms nor denies the assumptions, yet she can't ignore that they're growing closer day by day. Added to that, the beautiful wedding day that she envisions is about to become a reality.She doesn't care if Sebastian's wrath will be aimed squarely at her. She's braced herself to accep

Jess flopped down onto Fathia's bed, sighing with exhaustion since Fathia had opened Sebastian's apartment door. She teased Jess for being overly dramatic, thinking that Jess was going overboard. Her friend had been brought over directly by Vino. When Vino brought Jess, Sebastian's assistant had mentioned that Sebastian was busy briefly. Fathia had initially invited Vino to have dinner here but he politely declined."I still have a lot of work, Miss. I'm sorry. I'll try next time. Opportunities like this are rare, but I hope you'll invite me again."Fathia chuckled. "Don't be so hesitant, Vino. When I cook again, I'll definitely invite you. But don't turn it down, okay? It hurts to be rejected."The man just chuckled in response to Fathia. Meanwhile, Jess pouted. "You act like you've been rejected before," she said as she walked inside. Leaving Fathia at the doorway with Vino, who softly shook his head in response to Jess's words."Excuse me then, Miss."

Fathia chose to wait for Sebastian to say something else because his hand didn't stop tracing that scar. It made Fathia shiver, actually. Moreover... when Sebastian chose to kiss that scar with his eyes closed. "The scar you have, it's the harshest reminder in my life that I failed to protect you."The kiss descended slowly, leaving a slightly damp trail. This clearly made Fathia feel as though her heart had stopped beating. The strange sensation that had greeted her due to Sebastian's previous kisses, laden with a surge that ignited other sensations within her body, returned. It gradually rose, and without Fathia realizing it, she held her breath."I'll make it up to you, Fathia. No matter how, everything that makes you like this will have its payback."And as Sebastian's lips reached the curve of her neck, Fathia let out a surprised yelp. Sebastian gave her a bite that didn't cause pain, but the feeling he brought along with it made Fathia even more powerless.

Ronald chooses to stay silent, as he feels Sebastian is about to continue."But I feel like everything's been in vain. I... have actually fallen for Fathia.""Not because she's similar to Felice?" Everyone who knows these two siblings surely understands how alike they are. The only difference, visually, is their eye color. Overall, they're like night and day. Very different.Felice, beautiful and sexy with ambition and an unbeatable spirit. A star that shines so brightly that anyone who approaches does so only with her permission. While the younger sister? Soft and graceful. As warm as a morning sun that makes many people want to get closer to her. Not to mention her yielding nature, which doesn't mean she's weak. Instead, Fathia's ability to yield often gathers ways to make her opponents kneel.Sebastian smiles knowingly. What Ronald is saying now is just like his fears from a few years ago. When he realized that Fathia's presence had unwittingly taken h

The sound of the glass hitting the nearby wall was really loud. The pieces shattered and fell with a pretty loud noise, causing a few people in the dimly lit room to shudder. The guy who threw the glass earlier is still standing there, breathing heavily. He's like a bull ready to charge at anything in front of him. He's tried to calm himself down multiple times, but he couldn't manage it.His anger completely takes over. The rage just won't subside that easily. Even his trusted people, who often reminded him not to hold onto anger too much, can't do anything. They're standing by his side. They stay quiet, occasionally trying to warn him, but they give up when he starts shouting louder than usual."How could all of our plans fail, Lan?" the middle-aged man asks. His eyes shoot a sharp glare at Alan, who's quite calm facing him. If it weren't for Alan being his confidant, he might have taken matters into his own hands and dealt with everyone responsible for his failure.