Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
“Perfect. I’ll reach out again if I need details. I’ll head back now.”
“I’ll have Henry drive you,” I offered, already reaching for my phone.
“Great,” Ruby nodded, carefully securing the bag with my precious memories.
Once my mother’s cherished memento was entrusted with a promise of restoration, a burden lifted from my heart. But now, the anger inside me demanded another resolution-to confront Cassandra Evans and Ethan Grey.
I dialed my cousin Alexander Winters, now head of the Silverridge Group, asking quietly, “Hello, cousin, I need your help with something.”
Late that night after my bath, I lay on my bed in the Winters residence, my hair still damp against the pillow. The familiar ceiling above me was both comforting and strange after so many years away.
My phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number from Harbor City. Assuming it was a client inquiry, I answered politely, “Hello?”
Silence greeted me. I called out twice more, still no reply.
“If you don’t speak, I’ll hang up,” I warned, my patience wearing thin.
Suddenly, Ethan Grey’s voice sounded through the line, cold and awkward. “It’s me. Olivia, unblock me and my number.”
My brows knitted instantly, a surge of anger and hurt rising within me. “No.”
His tone softened with a hint of pleading. “Let’s not quarrel anymore, okay? I’ve missed you these days. I was wrong that day, I shouldn’t have said those things to upset you.”
But my voice remained icy, resolute. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve already broken up.”
“Broken up?” His voice chilled further. “I didn’t agree to that.”
I retorted sharply, my patience snapping completely. “A breakup isn’t a marriage, I don’t need your consent.”
Without hesitation, I hung up and blacklisted that number as well, severing the last thread between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt lighter somehow, as if I’d finally cut away a weight that had been dragging me down.
With that tie brutally cut, I turned my mind to my career. Though opening my own law practice was an option, I knew my current reputation was insufficient to build a brand from scratch.
It would be wiser to join a prestigious firm first, hone my skills, and accumulate industry connections. When I shared this plan with Connor the next morning, he fully supported me.
“Our Livvy is so outstanding,” he said, his ice-blue eyes warm with pride. “You’ll excel in Riverdale’s legal circles. Why not try Moonlaw Legal Services? It’s the best one in Riverdale.”
I nodded, grateful for his confidence in me. “I will send my resume.”
(Ethan’s POV)
I stared numbly at the phone’s busy tone, an emptiness gnawing inside me. How could Olivia be so ruthless-cutting ties so decisively, leaving no room for regret?
The manor felt hollow without her presence. Every corner held memories of her-the kitchen where she’d prepare her healing broth, the living room where she’d curl up with a book, the garden where she’d tend to her herbs.
I dragged myself to the bed, burying my face in the sheets where her scent still lingered faintly. I inhaled deeply, desperate to hold onto any trace of her.
“Livvy, I miss you. I miss you so much,” I whispered into the fabric, my voice breaking.
Just then, Cassandra Evans pushed open the door and called softly, “Ethan, dinner’s ready.”
I looked up at her, seeing but not really seeing. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I needed to feel something-anything-to fill the void Olivia had left.
Without warning, I dragged Cassandra down beneath me, passion igniting like wildfire. Her surprised gasp quickly turned to eager moans as she responded to my touch.
Yet at the height of our entanglement, as pleasure clouded my mind, it was Olivia’s face I saw,
Olivia’s voice I heard, Olivia’s touch I craved.
“Livvy… my Livvy… I miss you…” I gasped hoarsely, lost in the fantasy.
Cassandra froze completely beneath me, her body going rigid. When I opened my eyes, her face had turned ashen, hurt and fury battling in her expression.
(Olivia’s POV)
The next day, Lily arranged a celebratory night out in a bar for my return to Riverdale. Sitting on the plush sofa, Lily, Rebecca Frost, and I chatted over colorful drinks, the ambient music providing a pleasant backdrop.
Lily took a sip of her cocktail before fuming, “That Vanessa Reed girl from yesterday really pissed me off with her attitude.”
Rebecca nodded in agreement, twirling the straw in her glass. “Yeah, that foster sister looks like a tough nut to crack.”.
Lily scoffed disdainfully, her eyes flashing with contempt. “Foster sister? She’s just a household servant’s daughter, adopted by the Rivers family. An orphan living under someone else’s protection, yet she dares to see herself as a Rivers heir?”
I was taken aback by this revelation. I only knew the Rivers family had an adopted daughter, unaware that Vanessa Reed was a servant’s child.
“Why would the Rivers family adopt their servant’s daughter?” I asked curiously, setting my glass down.
Rebecca leaned forward, her voice dropping slightly as if sharing a secret. “My brother said that years ago, Mrs. Rivers was attacked by robbers. Their servant took the knife for her and died. Before dying, she made Mrs. Rivers promise one thing.”
At this, Rebecca paused, casting a meaningful glance at me. The sudden silence hung heavy between us.
I blinked in confusion. “Why did you stop?”
(Rebecca’s POV)
I studied Olivia’s face, wondering how she would react to what I was about to reveal. My friendship with her stretched back to childhood, and I’d always been protective of her gentle nature.
“Do you know what that dying servant asked Mrs. Rivers to promise her?” I asked, my voice deliberately measured.
Olivia’s amber eyes widened with curiosity, waiting for me to continue. The bar’s dim lighting cast shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate features that had captured Connor
Rivers’ heart years ago.
I took a deep breath, preparing to share the information that might explain Vanessa’s hostility toward my friend.
“Do you know what that dying servant asked Mrs. Rivers to promise her?”
(Olivia’s POV)
I sat between Rebecca and Lily at our corner table, the bar’s ambient lighting casting a warm glow over our faces. The fruity scent of my cocktail mingled with the low hum of conversation around us.
Rebecca leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Back then, Vanessa’s mother didn’t just beg Mrs. Rivers to take in her daughter, but even shamelessly suggested that Connor Rivers should marry Vanessa in the future.”
I nearly choked on my drink. “What?”
The revelation hit me like a physical blow. Suddenly, Vanessa’s hostility made perfect sense.
Lily’s voice rose sharply, her eyes widening. “No way! She actually dared to say that?”
Rebecca shrugged, twirling the straw in her glass. “No one knows what Mrs. Rivers said in reply. But in the end, the servant accepted the so-called ‘debt of gratitude’ as just letting her daughter be adopted.”
Lily snorted disdainfully, tossing her hair back. “Of course, Mrs. Rivers only has one son. How could she let him marry a servant’s daughter?”
“Exactly,” Rebecca echoed, nodding firmly. “Connor is the Rivers family’s sole heir.
Marrying a maid’s daughter is impossible.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?