Sweet Side Of Him

Isabella pov

I hesitated as I stared at the letter in my hands. Things were supposed to be better now that Lucian was in my life. But still, I couldn’t ignore the sting in my chest as I held this letter.

Could it be that he wanted me back? No. Not after everything that happened at his birthday. The pain and humiliation I felt that day weren’t something I could just forget. Chris still had to pay for what he did to me, and I would never let it go.

My hands shook slightly as I opened the envelope. Chris’s love language had always been letters. We rarely called or texted. Now that I think about it, he was probably hiding me from everyone back then.

Marrying his uncle was only the beginning. The start of the pain he would feel. I was going to take everything from him. Everything.

As I read the letter, I immediately sensed the tone of hate and accusation. I didn’t even have to finish it to know who it came from.

But then I looked closely.

This wasn’t Chris’s handwriting.

“Whore?”

I read the word out loud, and a wave of anger shot through me. She called me a man-stealer, but she was the one who took Chris away from me.

My eyes scanned the rest of the letter. With every line, my rage grew. I thought the insults would stop there, but she went on. She said I missed out on the best thing in my life. That I could have been the next Luna. That she was glad I was dumped.

There was even a threat at the end.

She called me a disgrace. But not anymore. I would make sure she never said such things about me again. The same went for Chris.

“What is that?”

I heard Lucian’s voice behind me, and I quickly crumpled the letter, sitting down on it.

It was dinner time, and we were waiting at the hotel’s reception after returning from our trip. I had been expecting him to join me.

“Nothing,” I replied quickly. He didn’t need to know about this. It was my problem to deal with.

“Alright then. Shall we eat?” he asked, and as soon as he sat down, food was served.

The letter had taken away my appetite, but I was still hungry enough to eat.

After a few minutes of silence, I decided it was the right time to ask what had been bothering me.

“Are you inviting your family to the wedding? Or do you still want it to just be between us and my family?”

I remembered him saying the proposal would stay between our two families. But if that remained true, my whole plan could fall apart.

“I’ll send them a message the night before the wedding,” he replied, still eating without even glancing at me.

“Isn’t that too late? Don’t they need time to prepare? It’s a wedding.”

He didn’t answer. Just silence.

I looked down at my plate and sighed. This was starting to feel like hard work. But maybe it was better to let it go for now.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready. It’s not a problem. You can invite them whenever you feel like it,” I said calmly and kept eating like I hadn’t said anything.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed.

“And I’ll also wait until you’re ready to tell me why you really want to marry me. Why me, of all people?”

That part bothered me too. The timing of his proposal was strange. He showed up right after my breakup with Chris.

“Don’t think about that,” he said. “I already told you it’s not time yet. If I wanted you to know, I would have told you.”

Then he added, “I know you’d be happy to see Chris shocked. So yes, he’ll get an invitation too. Watching his face at the wedding should do something for you.”

My heart pounded with excitement, and I smiled while looking down at my plate. It would definitely do something for me. This was amazing.

“I want to see the shock on those smug bastards’ faces too,” he added with a grin, and I realized he had his own reasons—ones deeper than I had imagined.

“Besides, I know you accepted my offer mostly because of revenge against Chris. I don’t mind. In fact, I support it. I think it’s smart and bold. He humiliated you. This is your chance to crush him and everything he stands for.”

My chest filled with pride. I wasn’t sure what made me feel this way—whether it was the praise, the support, or the fact that he believed in my plan. Either way, I was happy.

Lucian looked up at me for the first time that evening and smiled. My heart fluttered, and I smiled back.

“Now, will you tell me what was in the paper you were reading earlier?”

“Of course,” I said, and he chuckled.

I told him everything. About the letter. About Clara, the woman Chris had cheated on me with.

When I finished, Lucian just smiled.

My appetite returned, and we both ate in silence. I didn’t mind. The quiet gave me time to think.

I couldn’t stop imagining the moment Chris would see me again. I had once hoped just knowing about my engagement would hurt him. But no, this was even better.

Seeing me at his uncle’s wedding. Watching me become the new Luna. His rejected omega, now his uncle’s mate.

That would break him.

And I couldn’t wait.