Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
I smiled faintly. “Irrelevant people. Don’t mind them.”
After three years of love, Ethan had never intended marriage-little did he know, he was never good enough to marry me, and I had never truly intended to marry him either. The realization was liberating.
I took a few photos of the ring on my finger, admiring how it caught the light from different angles. Then I sent the best ones to Connor with a simple message: “Does it look good?”
(Third person’s POV)
At that moment in Riverdale, inside the Rivers Group CEO’s office, Connor Rivers saw the message from his beloved Livvy. A gentle smile bloomed on his usually stoic face as he put down his documents to reply.
“It looks beautiful. Do you like it?”
Olivia answered honestly, “I like it.”
His response came quickly: “As long as you like it.”
Olivia hesitated, then typed, “Connor, this ring must be very expensive, right?”
He reassured me tenderly, “Not expensive at all. You deserve the very best.”
Beside him, his assistant Henry Morris secretly peeked several times, shocked to see his ice-cold boss smiling so warmly.
When Connor noticed Henry’s stare, he instantly reverted to his usual frosty tone.
“I’ve signed it. What are you staring at?” he snapped.
Henry snapped back to attention, quickly gathering the documents. “Nothing, sir, I’ll take my leave.”
Meanwhile, Olivia collected the ring, carefully placing it back in its velvet box. The saleswoman assured Olivia they would keep it safe until the official engagement ceremony.
Olivia left Lunar Jewelers and strolled next door to Timber Wolf Timepieces in the adjacent mall. Olivia wanted to buy a gift for Connor to bring back to Riverdale as a token of appreciation.
Olivia recalled the recent photo my father had sent her-Connor with his cold aura, sharp brows, and ice-blue eyes, refined and handsome-not much different from her childhood impression of him. He had always been serious, even as a boy.
The watch store was elegant and understated, with glass cases displaying timepieces that l to extravagant. Olivia took her time, examining each option carefully. something specific?” the salesman asked. a gift,” Olivia explained. “Something elegant but not flashy. For someone who quality.” nodded knowingly and directed her to a display of sleek black watches. “These are popular among business executives and pack leaders. Subtle but unmistakably high-end.”
After careful consideration, Olivia selected one that seemed perfect for Connor-a sleek black timepiece with a minimalist design that would complement his style perfectly. It was sophisticated without being ostentatious, much like Connor himself.
Just as Olivia finished paying, a familiar voice greeted her from behind.
“Liv, what are you doing here…”
(Olivia’s POV)
“Liv, what are you doing here…”
I turned around to find Jason Mitchell, Ethan’s longtime friend, standing behind me with a surprised expression. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes held that same sympathetic look I’d noticed at Sophie’s birthday party.
“Jason, hello,” I greeted him with a polite smile.
His gaze dropped to the shopping bag in my hand, the Timber Wolf Timepieces logo clearly visible. “Buying a gift for Ethan?”
The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected to run into anyone who knew me, especially not one of Ethan’s friends. To avoid a complicated explanation about Connor and my impending departure, I simply nodded.
Jason’s expression shifted subtly. “This brand’s watches are very expensive, even the basic models cost thousands of dollars.” He hesitated, then added gently, “Honestly, you don’t have to buy such an expensive gift for him. Ethan, he…”
The unspoken words hung in the air between us. He doesn’t deserve it.
I clutched the bag a little tighter, feeling a strange mix of amusement and sadness. If only
Jason knew the watch wasn’t for Ethan at all.
“You work hard for your money,” Jason continued, his voice lowered. “I know lawyers at your level don’t make that much yet. This must be several months’ salary for you.”
I was touched by his concern. In the three years I’d known him, Jason had always been kind to me, even when the others in Ethan’s circle kept their distance.
“Ethan doesn’t need those things,” he said, frustration evident in his tone. “You don’t have to spend several months’ salary on a gift for him.”
I smiled politely. “Alright, I won’t next time.”
We said our goodbyes, and as I turned to leave, I thought I heard him sigh quietly behind me.
My wolf, Cora, stirred within me, sensing the genuine concern in Jason’s manner.
(Jason’s POV)
I watched Olivia walk away, her honey-brown hair catching the afternoon light. She’d always been too good for Ethan-kind, intelligent, and unfailingly loyal despite how poorly he treated her.
Pulling out my phone, I typed a message to Ethan, who I suspected was with Cassandra at that very moment.
“Brother, your girlfriend is really good. I just saw her buying a watch for you, worth thousands, probably a few months’ salary for her. Treasure her.”
My thumb hovered over the send button for a moment before pressing it. Would it make any difference? Probably not. But I had to try.
The conflict inside me had been growing for months. Ethan was my oldest friend, but his treatment of Olivia was inexcusable. He had confessed to me, during a drunken night out, that he still couldn’t forget Cassandra and merely treated Olivia as a substitute.
“She looks a bit like Cassandra, you know?” he had slurred. “Same build, similar features. But she’s… easier. Doesn’t demand as much.”
I had been disgusted but said nothing. What kind of friend was I?
And after the birthday party, I knew Ethan and Cassandra had spent the night together at a hotel. Earlier today, in our private friends’ group chat-a circle Olivia had never been invited into despite three years of dating-Cassandra had brazenly posted a photo of herself with
Ethan, suggesting he keep it as a souvenir, then deleted it a minute later claiming it was an accident.
Everyone knew it wasn’t an accident. It was a power play, a way to mark her territory.
I pocketed my phone and headed for my car, wondering if I should have said more to Olivia.
Warned her, perhaps. But what right did I have to interfere?
(Ethan’s POV)
The exclusive restaurant was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere as I sat across from Cassandra. Her green-gold eyes sparkled as she talked about her plans to open a healing practice in Harbor City.
My phone vibrated with an incoming message. Jason’s name flashed on the screen, and I read his text about Olivia buying me an expensive watch.
My initial irritation instantly dissipated, my expression softening. So Olivia was trying to make amends with an expensive gift. Perhaps she felt guilty about our confrontation at the jewelry store, or she was seeking to reconcile after last night’s events.
Inwardly, I devised a plan: accept the gift, give her an apology to smooth things over, offer some sweet words, and she would surely yield. Olivia was always so forgiving, so eager to please. It was one of the things that made her… convenient.
“Ethan, who messaged you?” Cassandra asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.
“No one,” I replied coolly, putting my phone face-down on the table.
“You’re smiling,” she observed. “Must be good news.”
I shrugged. “Just business.”
