Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 666

The first time Amelia checked George’s pulse, she caught something odd. So when she dropped off his medicine a second time, she slipped in an extra ingredient.

Doctors rely on observation, and the moment she walked through the door and saw George, she knew her guess had been right.

If this was just about fixing his leg, George never would have tormented Ryan for so long.

Amelia didn’t flinch at George’s angry outburst. She looked at him like he was just a sad, pitiful man.

“All the glory of the Packman family still can’t patch up your ego. Between you and Ryan, you’re the real monster.”

“Amelia Sadinton!” George suddenly pulled a gun, aiming it straight at her. “Are you looking to die?”

Amelia just scoffed. “Go ahead, shoot. My life was never really mine to begin with…” She thought of Ryan, and her smile softened, almost tender. “If I die for him, at least I’ll have paid my debt. But I don’t think you’re ready for what happens next.”

George’s hand shook. “You—”

“George.” Burke’s voice cut through the tension, low and commanding.

George’s jaw clenched, but in the end, he lowered the gun.

Burke stood, glaring at Amelia with icy eyes as he walked toward her.

“Ms. Sadinton, you really are clever. Since you know so much, you must realize Ryan’s fate is already sealed.”

Amelia’s hands balled into fists, nails digging so deep into her palms that blood began to well up.

Burke went on, “With your brains, you should know that working with the Packmans to get the most out of Ryan is your best option. Before he dies, I could have him officially recognized as family. I could even let you marry in. After that, Amelia, you’ll have the power of our name. Anything you want, anything you dream of—someone will make it happen for you.”

She met Burke’s stare, her eyes steady and sharp.

“That’s a tempting offer, Mr. Packman, but I don’t have the stomach for it.”

Something cold and dangerous glinted in Burke’s eyes.

“Dad!” George called, voice shaky. “What’s happening—”

Another earth-shattering bang. The door looked ready to break apart.

Amelia dragged herself upright, wiping blood from her mouth, her eyes cold as ice as she looked at the father and son.

“So, you get scared too… George, did you really think I’d just follow your orders because you changed the meeting spot? That tracker? I left it in the car.”

Before either of them could speak, the door exploded inward. A black Maybach plowed straight through, the front smashed in. The driver’s door burst open from the inside.

Ryan stepped out, tall and fierce, like death itself had come to collect.

Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, running down his face and into his eye. He wiped it away like it was nothing, eyes flicking first to Amelia, then to the Packmans. A dark smile curved his lips, cold enough to freeze the blood in their veins.

“Looks like the party started without me. Why wasn’t I invited?”