Revenge Novel 142

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Chapter 142

Valencia’s POV

Because in my previous life, she had left after Tatiana’s death and returned two years later–to serve Lethia once again.

And shortly after that… Lethia had died too.

Lilliana Kay.

She hadn’t been too noticeable to me in my past life. Even less significant than Seven had been.

But now that I thought about it? I remembered her clearly.

She was the same maid who had stood in front of the entire pack and falsely accused me of being too close to Seven- feeding Jaxon’s suspicions, pushing him further into his paranoia after my second miscarriage

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And she had been there again–standing behind Anastasia when Lethia suddenly passed from supposed food poisoning, whispering in her car as Anastasia pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of slipping peanuts into her mother’s meal.

Too many coincidences. Too many threads leading back to one name.

Lethia.

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She may have been young once, different, perhaps even innocent. But the woman I knew was ruthless and cunning. She had grown into someone who despised Luna Tatiana, she never showed it openly, but her hate was always present, simmering slowly and wafting out the acrid scent of jealousy.

And Lilliana… she had always been Lethia’s.

In the past, gifting servants–maids, slaves, and personal attendants–was common. And Lilliana had been one such gift,

after given by Lethia to Tatiana. That was why no one had ever questioned it when she returned to Lethia’s service two years Luna’s death.

Analyzing this closely, I had a hunch that she had just gone back to her true master.

Dante looked stunned as I explained as much as I could to him. Without explicitly revealing my past life.

“If that’s the case,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw, “then this entire matter may be far more complicated than we originally thought.”

I exhaled slowly. “We need to find Lilliana.” Before Lethia does.

Because if my memories served me right, she was due to return soon. And if things were already shifting off course from my past life, that meant she could arrive even earlier than expected.

Sir Joseph nodded. “If that’s all, I’ll go make the necessary arrangements.”

Dante gave him a short nod, dismissing him.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Dante turned back to me. “You really think there’s more to this?”

I pursed my lips, my stomach twisting uneasily. “Dante… I’ve refrained from telling you this before, but… the Tatiana I knew wasn’t the kind of person who would resort to poisoning anyone. There was no benefit for her in doing so.”

Dante’s brow furrowed. “Jealousy can be a powerful motiye.” His voice was measured, thoughtful. “Everyone knew how much my mother was loved. On the other hand…”

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“She wasn’t treated well by Roman,” I murmured, finishing his sentence.

Dante sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “Right. She must have been desperate. And desperate people make rasts

decisions.”

He seemed on edge and frustrated. I understood that what I was implying wasn’t just something small. Tatiana had died as revenge for Luna Aurora’s death and the one to kill her had been Dante and his family, if it was suddenly revealed that they might not know the whole story and might have accidentally killed the wrong person, who wouldn’t be frustrated?

I shouldn’t push this too far for now. Not without further evidence,

“Let’s wait and see, then,” I said softly,

Dante had to leave for work soon. Now that I had eaten, the weight of exhaustion settled over me. I found myself craving sleep, my body still on edge from everything that had happened today.

As Dante carried Castor, I frowned at him. “Are you really going to take him with you?”

Dante smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Princess, I’ll be on the second floor. I won’t leave the mansion until we solve this problem. If I do, I’ll take you with me, okay?”

I sighed. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble. I don’t know why I’m so on edge lately. It feels like everything is a mess -first, finding out I can’t mark you because I’m a wolf, then Jaxon, then the fire, and now…” My throat tightened, but I forced myself to swallow the rest of the words. Now I have to be separated from Castor.

Dante could feel my emotions shifting. I knew it.

We had just stepped out of the library, making our way toward the elevator, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Wha-” Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine.

His hand grasped my neck, tilting my head back, while the other pulled me impossibly close by my waist.

My breath hitched as my body melted into him, the heat of his touch making my mind go blank. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment–until I felt a flicker of movement behind him.

I opened my eyes and saw Castor.

Floating.

A whimper escaped me before I could react, Dante deepened the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, claiming, possessive, urgent in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

What was up with him all of a sudden?

I reached out, trying to read his emotions, and was immediately met with something unexpected.

Fear.

My heart clenched. Why was he afraid?

The only times I had felt his emotions this frazzled were after his nightmares. But this wasn’t the dead of night. This was broad daylight.

When the kiss got too heady I felt my knees buckle slightly, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing gently until he pulled away, letting me breathe.

“Dante,” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

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Instead of answering, he pulled me against him again, resting his forehead in the crook of my neck.

His grip on me tightened. “Will you promise me something?”

I frowned. “What?”

His voice was quieter now, almost desperate. “Don’t endanger yourself next time. Don’t run into fires. Please.”

My breath hitched.

Because no.

I couldn’t promise that.

Dante pulled back, his golden eyes dark and searching. “Valencia. Promise me.”

I hesitated. Then, slowly, I shook my head. “If I were in danger, would you save yourself and leave me behind?”

His frown deepened. “That’s different.”

“How?” My voice was gentle, but firm. “If I found myself in danger, do you think I’m the kind of person who would want to drag my family down with me? If you can promise me that you’d save yourself, then I’ll be willing to do the same.”