Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
I sat behind my desk at Rivers Pack Headquarters, eyes narrowed as I studied the reports before me. The silver wound in my side had finally healed enough that I could return to work, though Olivia still fussed over me constantly.
“Well? Have you found out who took Jessica Sullivan that day?” I asked, looking up at
Frank Langley.
My senior beta stood at attention, his posture perfect as always. “According to surveillance, the people who kidnapped Grace Winters during the engagement ceremony and those who took Jessica Sullivan away appear to be the same group.”
This confirmed my suspicions. The attacks weren’t random-they were coordinated.
=
“We traced her whereabouts,” Frank continued. “She’s already been smuggled out of the country. However, the identities of those who escorted her remain unknown. Both our private detectives and the police hit dead ends quickly; the clues keep breaking off, as if someone powerful is deliberately covering up.”
My fingers tapped rhythmically along the desk, brows drawn tight in contemplation. “Seems the force behind them is formidable.”
After a pause, I asked, “Did you check with the Grey family?”
Frank nodded. “Yes, Alpha. Their response remains unchanged-they claim Ethan Grey was unaware that Jessica Sullivan was your former admirer, and they insist it was merely a casual interaction between a man and a woman.”
I kept my expression inscrutable, though internally my suspicions deepened. A larger, more sinister conspiracy seemed to be lurking beneath these recent events.
First Grace’s k********g, then the attack on Olivia, and now Jessica Sullivan’s mysterious disappearance-all connected, all pointing to an enemy with resources and patience.
“Keep digging,” I ordered. “And double the security around Olivia. I want her protected at all times.”
(Olivia’s POV)
Friday morning at Moonlaw Legal Services started like any other day. I was reviewing case files when a notification popped up on my phone.
The new litigation department head Caroline Lewis had posted in the group chat: [Tonight, our department dinner party. Voluntary attendance. Time and place to be announced later.]
I smiled to myself. Since Caroline had taken over, the office atmosphere had improved dramatically. Kenneth Westfield had been arrested for statutory r**e, and Valerie Pierce had resigned after I successfully sued her for slander.
For the first time since joining Moonlaw, I actually enjoyed coming to work.
My phone buzzed again with a private message from Jade Mitchell: [Lawyer Winters, will you go tonight?]
Since I’d rescued Jade from an assailant a few weeks ago, she’d become something of a loyal admirer. Caroline had even arranged for her to serve as my assistant, and we’d bonded into genuine friends.
I quickly replied, [Sure, since I’m free after work anyway.]
Jade responded cheerfully, [Yay! If you’re going, then I’ll definitely go!]
The dinner was set in a decent western restaurant. The food was excellent, and the conversation flowed easily among colleagues who, for once, weren’t trying to undermine each other.
After eating, someone suggested moving to a bar for drinks. Normally, I would have declined, but after everything I’d been through recently-Grace’s k********g, Connor’s injury, the failed engagement ceremony-I was exhausted and tightly wound.
Maybe it was time to let myself relax a little.
“Sure, why not?” I agreed, surprising even myself.
We headed to a quiet lounge-style bar, where laughter and conversation swirled around us. Though my alcohol tolerance was poor, I accepted a cocktail, then another.
Soon my cheeks were flushing bright pink, and my mind growing pleasantly hazy. The tension I’d been carrying for weeks began to melt away.
By my third drink, I was giggling uncontrollably, teetering unsteadily on my barstool. “Let me tell you, I… I’m the Monkey King of Flower-Fruit Mountain, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! You all… you all better bow down before me!”
Some of my colleagues, tipsy themselves, collapsed over the table snoring. Others who remained sober-including Jade, who didn’t drink at all-watched with amusement, recording my antics on their phones.
Jade laughed along, calling out, “Pay respects to the Monkey King!”
I burst into more giggles. “And my fiancé, he’s… he’s the best fiancé in the world, you know? He’s liked me for a long, long time… hee hee hee…”
Jade teased, “Oh? So much sweetness!”
“I’ll tell you a secret, but don’t laugh,” I continued, eyes glassy with drunken mirth. “My fiancé, even though he looks so amazing, actually… he kinda has a problem in the bed
Someone else nearby, still sober, prodded curiously, “What problem?”
I just giggled foolishly again, swaying slightly on my seat. “Well, I’m not afraid of you laughing at me, my fiancé… he seems to have a bit of an issue with… you know… that…
(Adrian’s POV)
I was nursing my moonlight wine at the bar counter when I overheard the drunken woman’s words. Her honey-brown hair was slightly disheveled, her amber eyes unfocused as she giggled about her fiancé’s apparent bedroom problems.
“Pfft-“I nearly choked from amusement at the revelation that “your fiancé has a problem in that department.”
After I finished laughing, I quickly whipped out my phone. I recognized the woman from Harbor City’s social events-Olivia Winters, now engaged to Connor Rivers but formerly Ethan Grey’s girlfriend.
This was too good not to share. I tapped out a message to Ethan, whom I knew through Harbor City’s elite social circles: [Heard that you have some, uh, ‘bed performance issues’?]
=
(Connor’s POV)
The rich aroma of aged whiskey mingled with expensive cigar smoke as I settled into my chair at Quinn’s estate. The familiar weight of playing cards in my hands felt almost foreign after weeks of barely leaving Olivia’s side.
“Gentlemen, shall we begin?” Gabriel Andrews asked, his voice carrying its usual measured calm.
Quinn shuffled the deck with practiced flair, his movements unnecessarily showy. “I still can’t believe you actually showed up tonight, Rivers.”
I merely raised an eyebrow in response. Since Olivia had started working at Moonlaw
Legal Services and moved into her apartment across from Riverdale University, I’d made it a point to see her almost daily. After the silver dagger wound I’d taken protecting her during our engagement ceremony, I’d become even more reluctant to let her out of my sight.
Tonight was different. She had a work dinner with her colleagues, and I’d finally accepted Quinn’s persistent invitation.
“Deal the cards,” I said simply, taking a sip of my whiskey.
Quinn’s lips curled into that familiar mischievous grin that always preceded trouble.
“Wow, the moon must be rising from the west. Why isn’t our Alpha Rivers picking up his little Liv tonight?”
He dealt the cards with dramatic flair, his smirk growing wider. “Got abandoned?
Since when is a work dinner more important than you?”
His tone was deliberately provocative, though careful not to cross the line that would truly anger me. Still, I felt my patience wearing thin.
“Abandoned?” I fixed him with a cold stare, my ice-blue eyes narrowing slightly. “She might be out now, but won’t she still come back home to me afterward?”
I allowed myself a small, cutting smile. “What about you, Quinn? Picking up your girlfriend later?”
The barb hit its mark. Everyone knew Quinn was perpetually single despite his constant flirtations. His face flushed red, teeth gritting visibly.
“Andrews, look at him!” Quinn tried to drag Gabriel into the fray. “Is this how an Alpha treats his friends? You’re single too, don’t you feel insulted?”
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?