The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 205

The Heiress He Underestimated

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Chapter 205 He Moved First

For a single, suspended second, the world held its breath.

The vial left Kieran’s fingers, tumbling and rolling over and through the air. It was like a tiny, glittering arc of disaster, spinning in the lamplight like a poisonous substance. Elera watched it fly, her mind registering every detail with a horrible, crystal clarity. The pale honey liquid inside sloshed against the glass. The delicate crystal caught the light one last time. It was beautiful, and it was death.

It sailed over the stainless steel sink.

And it shattered.

The sound was not that much of an explosion. It was a very small tink, like one of a Christmas ornament dropping on a tile floor. The glass fractured into a hundred glittering shards, scattering across the sink basin and the countertop. The precious, golden liquid that took months of sleepless nights, of painstaking work and of desperate hope, splattered against the cold metal and began to quickly drip uselessly down the drain.

A drop, then a trickle and then nothing.

It was all gone.

The silence that followed was heavier than any sound. It was the silence of a grave like a door slamming shut forever, of a beautiful future evaporating into empty air.

Kieran let out a shaky, triumphant breath. He turned from the sink, his shoulders relaxing, a real, wide smile spreading across his face. It was the smile of a man who has just pushed the last domino and is watching the whole line fall.

“There,” he said, his voice rich with satisfaction. He dusted his hands together, a casual, theatrical gesture. “All gone. The only batch, the finalized formula which is the miracle cure.” He looked at Drakonius, whose face had gone as pale as the marble countertop. “Now he dies very slowly and painfully. Just like he was supposed to. And you…” He turned his victorious gaze on Elera. “You have nothing, no leverage or prize, especially no stupid happy ending for you. You spent all your cleverness, all your little secrets, and you built a castle on sand. And I just washed it away with a flick of my wrist.”

He spread his arms, embracing the ruined lab. “I win, Elera. You lose.”

Drakonius made a choked sound, his gun hand dropping to his side. He stared at the empty sink, at the glittering fragments of glass, and Elera saw the light in his eyes–the stubborn, fighting light that had t him alive through fevers and storms and betrayals–flicker and dim. It was the look of a man watch dub

own lifeboat sink.

But Elera didn’t look at the sink. She didn’t look at Drakonius’s shattered expression, instead she kept her eyes locked on her father’s gloating face.

And then, she smiled.

It wasn’t a warm smile or a happy smile. It was a cold, sharp, knowing curve of her lips that didn’t touch her eyes. It was the smile of Raven Shadowmere plotting a villain’s downfall in Chapter Twelve. It was the smile of Dr. Mystral reviewing a successful, complex surgery. It was a smile that held secrets.

1:14 pm PM

Chapter 205 He Moved First

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