Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
Connor.
Marcus burst out laughing as if I’d told a particularly amusing joke. Valerie’s tone dripped with sarcasm as she exchanged glances with him.
“Oh, boyfriend? Hahaha, sure, we understand,” she said with exaggerated understanding.
Disregarding their odd attitudes, I carried the fruit basket towards the ward. Their behavior was strange, but I had more important things to focus on than office. politics.
Behind me, I could hear Valerie’s whispered words to Marcus. “That man in the luxury SUV must be her sugar daddy. No wonder she splurged treating the whole firm to lunch at Moonlight Manor on her first day. Turns out she has a backer.”
Marcus nodded eagerly. “Exactly, I was wondering how she dared spend so much.
Now it all makes sense!”
Valerie’s voice was full of contempt. “A disgrace to the legal profession.”
I pretended not to hear, but their words stung more than I wanted to admit.
The next day arrived quickly, bringing with it the scheduled family dinner at the Rivers
Family Mansion. Before heading there, I first stopped by the Winters Family Estate nearby.
Inside, my father Richard Winters and his second mate Natalie were both present in the living room. My father’s white hair gleamed in the afternoon light as he looked up at my arrival.
“You haven’t been staying at home lately,” he observed, his tone gentler than I remembered. “Where have you been living?”
Having learned the hidden truth behind my father’s remarriage-that it was my mother Sarah’s dying wish for him to find happiness again-my attitude had softened considerably. The bitterness I’d carried for years had begun to dissolve, leaving room for understanding.
“I’m living in a furnished apartment my cousin Alexander gave me,” I replied calmly.
“It’s close to the law firm, so it’s convenient for work.”
Richard nodded approvingly, his amber eyes-so like my own-warming slightly. “When you have some time, I’ll introduce you to some uncles and elders, to help you build up your client base.”
I did not refuse this offer of resources as I might have done before. “Alright, maybe next weekend.”
Suddenly, the patter of small feet drew my attention. Grace ran downstairs with bright eyes and hugged my leg tightly.
“Sister! Sister, you’re back!” she exclaimed, her childish voice filled with genuine delight.
I gently patted her head, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through my chest. “Yes.”
Natalie smiled warmly from where she sat. “How have you been lately, Olivia? Are you adapting well to your new place?”
I no longer confronted her with the cold hostility I’d shown before. Instead, I merely nodded lightly, acknowledging her question without encouraging further conversation.
“I’ll go upstairs to get something first,” I said, disengaging gently from Grace’s embrace.
I ascended to my old room, leaving the couple behind. Through the partially open door, I could hear Natalie’s whispered words.
“Richard, don’t you feel Olivia has changed? She’s softened a lot this time.”
My father’s voice carried a note of gratification. “She’s grown up now, no longer so rebellious.”
Inside my room, I was about to do my makeup when my gaze fell to the vanity. There, Grace’s crayon drawing lay quietly where she must have left it during one of her visits to my room.
For a moment, my emotions were a turbulent sea. The childish artwork depicted a happy family of four: Richard and Natalie on the sides, myself as the taller figure in the middle, and little Grace beside me, all holding hands under a bright yellow sun.
My eyes lingered on the drawing, complicated feelings swirling within me. Grace had drawn me as part of their family, despite my years of coldness toward her and Natalie.
After a long pause, I carefully rolled up the drawing and stored it away in my drawer. The gesture felt symbolic somehow, as if I were finally making space in my heart for the possibility of a new family dynamic.
Having finished dressing and applying my makeup, I went downstairs to join my family as we all headed to the Rivers home.
I had chosen an elegant apricot-colored dress paired with white leather heels, a combination that made me appear dignified and graceful-a daughter-in-law any elders would approve of
Grace wore a bright red dress with two buns tied up and adorned with strawberry hair clips, looking festive and adorable as she skipped alongside me.
?
The Winters couple followed behind as Grace and I entered the Rivers Family Mansion, where Connor personally came to greet us at the door. His ice-blue eyes warmed visibly when they landed on me.
Inside, William and Katherine Rivers welcomed us with warm smiles. Standing beside them, Vanessa also offered some polite greetings, her expression carefully controlled.
I glanced at her with an indifferent face, remembering her desperate messages to Connor. Despite my newfound relationship with him, I couldn’t help the wariness I felt in her presence.
The dining table was lavishly set with an array of dishes that I recognized as my favorites-venison steak cooked medium-rare, mushroom soup with a hint of truffle, and fresh berry tarts for dessert. The careful selection showed Mrs. Rivers’ attention to detail and desire to make me feel welcome.
After dinner, both families gathered in the living room to discuss the upcoming engagement details. The atmosphere was cordial, with light conversation flowing between the two families.
Before Mrs. Rivers could begin discussing the formal arrangements, Connor suddenly interrupted with a cold, commanding tone that silenced the room.
“Since everyone is here, I have something to say.”
All eyes turned to him, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. His face had hardened into the mask of an Alpha, authoritative and unyielding.
“Vanessa, come over and apologize to Olivia.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened in shock, her lips trembling slightly. The color drained from her face as she stared at Connor in disbelief.
Mrs. Rivers frowned, clearly displeased by this unexpected confrontation. “Connor!” she admonished, her voice sharp.
Undeterred, Connor’s gaze sharpened, exuding chilling authority that filled the room. Even I felt a shiver run down my spine at the power in his voice.
“Didn’t you hear me? Come here and apologize.”
Mr. Rivers looked between his son and foster daughter, confusion evident on his face.
“What is going on?”
Connor’s voice grew colder, carrying a blade-like sharpness that cut through the tension in the room. “Tell everyone honestly what happened at Crescent Moon Stables that day. If you dare to hide anything, I will say it myself.”
I slightly curled my lips, remaining silent as all eyes turned briefly to me. My father leaned closer, his voice quiet.
“Why is Connor making Vanessa apologize to you? What did she do?”
Calmly, I replied, “Let’s see what she says.”
(Eleanor’s POV)
Vanessa looked at me with tearful eyes, her delicate features contorted in distress.
“Grandma…” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
I glanced between my grandson Connor, standing tall with that unmistakable Rivers family authority, and Vanessa, the girl I’d doted on since she joined our family. The tension in the room was suffocating.
“Forget it,” I sighed deeply, my old heart heavy with disappointment. “Vanessa, since that incident at Crescent Moon Stables was a misunderstanding, please explain it again in front of everyone. I believe Olivia is not an unreasonable person.”
