Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
Margaret hurriedly tried to explain. “No, I didn’t mean to be like that at the time. Olivia, listen to me. I thought you were just…”
Halfway through speaking, Margaret suddenly stopped. She had thought I was just a poor girl, thought I had no pack or background, thought I was a gold-digger.
These words she absolutely could not say now.
“Thought what?” I glared at her with clear, cold amber eyes.
Margaret stammered for a long time without speaking. The silence stretched between us like a chasm.
I said with amusement, “Thought I was just a penniless gold-digger, and being with Ethan was because I was after his Alpha status, right?”
Margaret lowered her head guiltily and shifted her gaze away. Her shame was written across every line of her face.
I continued with an indifferent expression. “Actually, I once considered bringing Ethan back to Riverdale to meet my family, and also thought about having the Winters pack invest in Grey Holdings.”
Hearing this, Margaret raised her head suddenly. Her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
“Then why didn’t you bring him back later?” she asked desperately.
If i had revealed earlier that I was the daughter of Alpha Richard Winters, what would have happened to
Cassandra? If Ethan had mated with me back then, he would now be the son-in-law of one of the most powerful Alphas in the territory.
How could they have accumulated such debt and ended up bankrupt! Margaret regretted everything deeply.
Hearing Margaret ask this, I smiled coldly. “Because your son thought the same as you-he also thought I wasn’t good enough for him.”
Margaret stood there stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. The full weight of their mistakes crashed down on her.
“Those who betray sincerity will not have a good end,” I said coldly, my voice cutting through the hospital’s quiet atmosphere. “Leave. I won’t help you.”
“What do you mean? Are you saying that the Grey pack’s bankruptcy was your doing?” Margaret stopped pleading and widened her eyes in sudden realization.
“Not bad,” I said calmly, looking at Margaret with a satisfied smile. “Your previous humiliation of me was just one of the reasons I retaliated against your pack.”
I paused, letting the truth sink in. “Your precious son cooperated with Vanessa Reed, working for Frederick Warner, and nearly caused my family’s destruction. Making your pack bankrupt is my counterattack.”
“It was you!” Margaret’s expression instantly became ferocious.
Her mask of desperation fell away completely. “Olivia Winters! You b***h!”
Hearing my confession, realizing it was impossible to ask for my help, Margaret instantly turned vicious and began cursing me. More and more hospital staff and visitors gathered around to watch the commotion.
(Olivia’s POV)
Margaret Grey’s face twisted with rage as she lunged forward, her hands reaching for my throat like claws.
“You destroyed my family!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the hospital corridor.
Emma Thompson moved faster than lightning. She grabbed Margaret’s arm and pressed down on specific pressure points with surgical precision.
“Ouch!” Margaret cried out, stumbling backward as her entire arm went numb.
She rubbed her arm frantically, her face contorting in pain and confusion. “What did you do to me? It’s so numb!”
The onlookers who had gathered couldn’t help but laugh at her comical appearance. Margaret looked like a wounded animal, desperately trying to shake feeling back into her limb.
Emma stared at Margaret with cold, menacing eyes. Her usually gentle demeanor had completely vanished.
“Get lost,” Emma said simply, her voice carrying a terrifying edge.
Margaret shuddered visibly. The intimidating presence radiating from my assistant made her take another step back.
I watched with satisfaction as the once-proud former Luna cowered before Emma. How the mighty had fallen.
Heavy footsteps approached from behind us. Hospital security personnel arrived to disperse the growing crowd.
A security guard approached me respectfully. “Miss Winters, should we call the police?”
The security team clearly recognized me as Alpha Richard’s daughter. They had been briefed with my photo and instructed to treat me with utmost respect.
Margaret’s eyes widened in shock at the guard’s deferential tone, “This is your family’s hospital?”
I didn’t answer directly. Instead, I turned to the guards with a calm smile.
“Please escort Mrs. Grey out of the hospital,” I instructed firmly.
“No! You can’t do this to me!” Margaret protested as two guards moved toward her.
Despite her struggles and desperate protests, Margaret was forcibly removed from the premises. Her voice echoed down the hallway until the elevator doors closed.
Emma Thompson watched everything unfold with amazement. “Olivia, I had no idea your family owned this hospital.”
“The Winters pack has many business interests.” I replied simply.
Emma’s respect for me seemed to deepen even further. She had always been loyal, but now I could see genuine awe in her eyes.
The next morning, I opened my hospital room door to find a surprise waiting on the floor.
A bouquet of blooming white roses lay there, their petals perfect and pristine. The flowers had no card, leaving me wondering who had sent them.
A familiar figure came to mind immediately. Could it be Connor Rivers?
I picked up the bouquet carefully, inhaling their sweet fragrance. The roses were clearly expensive, arranged by a professional florist.
I took the flowers to the nurses’ station to inquire about their delivery.
“Oh, those beautiful flowers!” Sarah Mitchell, the duty nurse, exclaimed excitedly. “A tall, handsome gentleman delivered them about half an hour ago.”
Her eyes sparkled with romantic interest. “He looked better than a movie star! So mysterious and elegant.”
“Can you describe him more specifically?” I asked, my heart beginning to race.
“He wore a black shirt and looked very aloof,” Sarah continued enthusiastically. “But most importantly, he had the most striking ice-blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”
Ice-blue eyes. That description matched Connor perfectly, not Adrian Sinclair who had amber eyes like mine.
My wolf stirred restlessly at the confirmation. Connor had been here, so close, yet I had missed him.
I returned to my room and replaced the wilting flowers in my vase with the white roses. Their pure beauty filled the space with elegance.
In werewolf culture, white roses carried deep romantic meaning. They symbolized new beginnings and pure devotion between mates.
Was Connor trying to tell me something with this choice?
Realizing he might still be nearby since he had come only thirty minutes ago, I hurried toward the hospital parking lot.
