Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected, But Trapped By The Alpha King: Kabanata 501 - Kabanata 510

As Luana's fingertips touched the villa's ornate iron gate, a sharp crack of shattering porcelain echoed from the living room.The moment she pushed the door open, a wave of air carrying the pungent smells of whisky and gunpowder rushed out. Beneath the crystal chandelier, an expensive Persian carpet was stained with red wine, and a shattered antique vase leaned against the wall, its fragments glinting like scattered moonlight on the floor.The maids, once elegantly moving through the house, now huddled in the corners like frightened quails, their trembling shoulders and pale faces telling the story of what had just transpired.The instigator, Dorian Lamont, lay sprawled in a beige leather sofa, his black suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, revealing a meticulously pressed shirt underneath.His slender fingers played with a gleaming fruit knife, the tip tapping against a whisky glass in a grating "ding-dong" rhythm that echoed through the silent

He had once said that since she now possessed Dorothy's heart, he could never let her die.His current actions were nothing more than a test of her resolve.As if reading her thoughts, Dorian's expression darkened. "You're determined to leave?"Luana nodded gently. "Mr. Lamont, I know my request is bold, but our marriage was wrong from the start. You loved my sister, yet you married her younger sister—though in her name, I am not her."Luana's words brought a flicker of clarity to Dorian's murky eyes, though he remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together.Lowering her head, Luana hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Lamont, please, could you let me go?"Dorian frowned. At that moment, Luana sitting on the sofa seemed to blur into Dorothy's image."I beg you, let me go..."She had knelt before him, pleading the same way, and he had lashed out, kicking her.The memory was distant, but he recalled that ki

"He wasn't afraid to defy his mother for you, but he didn't want you dragged into his chaotic world, exposed to the same dangers he faced. And back then, thinking you didn't love him, he didn't want to burden you further."Still, he never expected that slap would cost you your life..."Eva paused, her voice slightly husky as she continued, "When you called him before you passed away and he didn't answer, it was because he was at a closed-door meeting at NASA in the US."Also, he didn't delete your number—he had it memorized."And he never slept with Runa. She sneaked into his Houston house on her own.""Cline never treated you as a substitute. From the beginning to the end, the person he loved was only you!""Enough!"Luana suddenly interrupted, her clear eyes now bloodshot.Her body began to shake uncontrollably, as if she had been struck by something.She grabbed her phone from the table and stood up to leave.

Russell sighed as he watched the bodyguard follow Luana at a respectful distance.Cline loved her so deeply yet chose to let her go. Russell could only imagine the pain in his heart.He offered Cline a pack of cigarettes, "Take these to ease your mind..."Cline glanced at them indifferently, his expression returning to its usual cold detachment. "Throw them away," he said.He no longer needed such crutches. Some people, once buried in his heart, would accompany him for life.Russell was surprised that Mr. Moriarty, who had relied on smoke and alcohol for three years, could quit so easily.He glanced at Cline, who was propping himself up with one hand on the car window, gazing out sideways. In a daze, he seemed to see the Mr. Moriarty of the past.Before he met Luana, Cline didn't touch cigarettes or alcohol. He was aloof and dignified, indifferent and disdainful towards everyone and everything.Now, though scarred by love, Clin

After blocking and deleting Clarissa, Gehrmann casually threw his phone aside.At that moment, Cline entered the villa from outside. Seeing the phone on the ground, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed."Cline, you're back?"Gehrmann got up from the sofa. Seeing Cline drenched, his face filled with worry. "Cline, why are you soaked like that?"Cline ignored him, took off his suit jacket, and accepted a towel from a servant.He leisurely dried his hair while asking Gehrmann, "Why are you at my place?"Gehrmann sighed and replied with disinterest, "The weekend was too boring, so I came over for a couple of drinks."Cline cast him a cold glance. "I don't have time to drink with you."Cline had no interest in engaging with Gehrmann. After drying his hair, he headed straight for the bathroom.Watching Cline's noble and aloof figure disappear upstairs, Gehrmann let out a relieved yet resigned sigh.Over the past few yea