Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 667

Amelia’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as Ryan stepped into view.

He walked right up to her, wrapping his fingers around her cold, trembling hand.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said softly, smoothing a loose strand of hair from her face with a tenderness that made everything else fade away. “Go wait for me outside. The Packmans, all of this—it’s too messy. Let me handle it.”

Amelia glanced over and saw Francisco waiting by the door.

“Ryan…” Her voice was rough as she reached up to touch his lean, handsome face. “Promise me something.”

Ryan arched an eyebrow and gave her a half smile, already guessing what she’d ask. She was always so gentle.

“I promise, I won’t kill—”

“Don’t get yourself hurt,” Amelia cut him off.

He paused, then let out a quiet, relieved laugh. The darkness in his eyes melted into something bright and alive.

“Alright,” he agreed in a low voice.

Amelia didn’t stick around. She followed Francisco outside.

The estate was swarming with Ryan’s people. In a single moment, the Packman residence had become his.

Francisco opened the car door for her, but Amelia hesitated, glancing back at the house. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “This was all part of Ryan’s plan, wasn’t it?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“He would’ve come for me even if I hadn’t left a tracker?”

“Yes.”

A faint, wry smile tugged at her lips. “So Ryan kidnapped George’s mother too? Just to force them all out?”

Francisco nodded again.

Amelia pulled out her phone and fiddled with it.

Ryan’s eyes never left her. The way he looked at her—steady, intense, and honest—made it feel like nothing else existed.

“Amelia, I thought you’d be angry,” he said, wrapping his fingers around hers. “The Amelia I know is kind and fair. She hates violence, hates blood…”

Amelia met his gaze, her eyes clear and unwavering, like she could see straight through him.

“Then let me introduce myself again,” she said quietly. “I’m Amelia. I loved the wrong man, gave him everything, and after a difficult childbirth, I ended up in a coma and died in a hospital bed.”

Ryan’s eyes widened, the shock clear on his face.

But Amelia just held his hand tighter, her voice steady as she went on, “And then, a fool spent years fighting his way back from the future, suffering more than I can imagine. He spent five years bringing me back.”

Tears filled her eyes, blurring her view of him.

She smiled and reached up, gently caressing his face as if she wanted to memorize every detail.

“Ryan, in this life, I’m all about you.”