Filed to story: The Luna is Secret Heiress Book PDF Free by Sylvia
Olivia’s blood ran cold. She knew that voice, even slurred with alcohol as it was.
Ethan Grey stood before her, reeking of whiskey and wearing the standard black uniform of Nightshade Bar staff. His usually pristine appearance was disheveled, his hair messy and his shirt wrinkled.
His glazed eyes stared at her with desperate intensity. “Have you been well?”
Olivia’s voice turned ice-cold. “I’ve been doing great without your harassment through the mate bond.”
Ethan’s bitter smile twisted his features. “I deserved that.”
He tried to grab her other hand, his movements unsteady. “Please, Livvy. Just talk to me for a minute. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Release me,” Olivia demanded, her lawyer training keeping her voice steady despite her racing heart.
“No,” Ethan refused, his grip tightening. “Not until you listen to me.”
He leaned forward, attempting to kiss her. The smell of alcohol on his breath made her stomach turn.
Olivia dodged the kiss and her hand connected with his cheek in a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the empty corridor.
Ethan seemed to sober up slightly after the slap, blinking in confusion. But his hand still clutched her wrist desperately.
“Livvy, please-“
Without further warning, Olivia struck a precise blow to the pressure point on his arm. Years of self-defense training had taught her exactly where to hit.
Ethan cried out in pain, his grip loosening immediately. Olivia pushed him aside and he staggered against the wall.
“Livvy…” Ethan called out painfully behind her, his voice breaking.
She didn’t turn back. Her heels clicked rapidly against the floor as she hurried toward their suite.
Back in the private room, Emma Thompson immediately noticed Olivia’s pale complexion as she entered.
“Sister Olivia, why does your face look so bad?” Emma asked with concern.
“I just ran into a lunatic,” Olivia replied dismissively, settling back onto the sofa.
Emma’s eyes widened shockingly. “What lunatic? What happened?”
“It’s nothing important,” Olivia said firmly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Emma and Jade Mitchell exchanged worried glances. Something had clearly upset their boss, but they knew better than to press when she used that tone.
Emma decided to try a different approach. She grabbed the karaoke microphone and began singing an exaggerated version of a comedy song, complete with silly dance moves.
Her ridiculous performance drew a small smile from Olivia. Emma’s genuine care and concern touched her heart.
“Thank you, Em,” Olivia said softly.
As the evening wound down, the group began preparing to leave. Adrian Sinclair approached
Olivia as she gathered her purse.
“Let me drive you home,” he offered. “You had a few drinks earlier.”
Olivia shook her head politely. “Thank you, but Emma and I will go together. She’s sober and can drive.”
Adrian persisted. “At least call me when you get home safely?”
Olivia’s expression grew gentle but firm. “I appreciate your concern, Adrian, but I have a mate. He would be the one to call.”
She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t want to do anything that would make him unhappy. He’s easily jealous.”
Adrian’s expression visibly darkened at her words. The rejection stung more than he wanted to admit.
“I know,” Adrian’s voice was very light, easily scattered by the wind.
Olivia nodded. “Goodbye, Lawyer Sinclair.”
“Goodbye.”
As the glacier blue Bentley sped away with Olivia and Emma inside, Derek sighed and approached Adrian.
“Maybe it’s time to move on,” Derek suggested gently. “She clearly doesn’t reciprocate your feelings.”
Adrian ignored him and headed toward his own car without a word.
Derek muttered to himself as he watched his friend walk away. “Ah, what a stubborn fool. What a waste of such a good-looking man, born to be a playboy, but he’s a sentimental fool instead.”
He shook his head with resignation. “Truly like the saying, ‘What you can’t get is always what stirs you up.”
(Olivia’s POV)
I adjusted my briefcase and checked my watch as I prepared for another court session. Connor had flown to Deepwater City early this morning for the International Business Summit. His absence left an unexpected void in my day.
The Rivers Pack Holdings case required my full attention. I’d spent weeks preparing the documentation. Every contract clause had been reviewed twice.
My phone buzzed with a text from Connor: “Summit starts in an hour. Miss you already,
Livvy.”
I smiled despite myself. The urge to call him was strong. But I knew better than to interrupt his important meetings.
The courthouse steps felt familiar under my heels. Another successful hearing behind me. The judge had ruled in our favor on all major points.
Traffic crawled as we approached Moonlaw Legal Services. The lunch hour rush created its usual chaos. Emma navigated the congested streets with practiced patience.
“Ms. Winters, we should reach the office in ten minutes,” Emma said.
I nodded, reviewing my notes from the hearing. The Rivers Pack Holdings victory would please Connor when he returned.
Suddenly, an elderly figure stumbled into our path. The man collapsed directly in front of my Moonlight Silver Porsche Panamera.
“Stop the car!” I commanded.
Emma hit the brakes immediately. The elderly man lay motionless on the asphalt. His frail body seemed genuinely injured.
“Emma, start recording everything,” I instructed. “Make sure the Moonlight Dash Cam is running.”
We both exited the vehicle quickly. The man appeared to be in his seventies. His gray hair was disheveled and his face contorted in pain.
“Sir, are you alright?” I knelt beside him carefully.
The old man moaned softly. His eyes fluttered open and closed. This didn’t look like an act.
“My head,” he whispered weakly. “Everything hurts.”
