Semua Bab His Ex-Luna Is A Secret Heiress!: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Georgia:Today’s the 25th of March.Our second anniversary.Two years married to Alpha Evans — my mate, my love, the man I once swore I’d spend forever with.I should be glowing. Smiling. Maybe a little tipsy on wine and happiness by now.But instead… I’m pacing.Back and forth across the living room, still wearing the dress I slipped into hours ago. The one I picked just for tonight.The clock on the wall ticks like it’s trying to get under my skin. 11:00 PM.An hour left of what’s supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life.And Evans still isn’t home.The food I slaved over is already halfway cold. The candles have burned down to stubs. And me? I’m trying not to spiral.Where is he?Is he okay?Did he forget?Or worse… is he just not coming?I grab my phone off the couch again. I already called him forty times, but yet-Still nothing.I start typing out another “Where are you?” text I probably won’t send when—The front suddenly door creaks open.I whirl around so quickly, a

Georgia: My entire body feels weightless and numb. I try to open my eyes, but they’re too heavy, like they’ve been glued shut. That’s when the strong, sterile scent of antiseptic hits my nose. Wait… am I in a hospital? “Luna, thank the goddess!” someone calls out. The voice, so familiar, cuts through the fog in my head, and just like that, my eyes snap open. I blink once. Then twice. Everything’s blurry at first, but soon enough, I make out two figures hovering over me. Arielle, my personal maid, and the pack doctor. They’re staring. Saying nothing. Finally, my voice cracks out, dry and hoarse. “W–what happened to me?” The doctor smiles. “You’re going to be just fine now, Luna,” A long breath escapes my lips. Relief floods through me. But just as the relief comes, panic crashes in right behind it. Anastasia. The push. The stairs. The blood..so much blood. Evans… running to her side, not mine. My chest tightens as the memory slams into me, and I jo

Georgia: Home. I don’t even know what that word feels like anymore. It’s been years since I’ve felt anything close to it. For so long, I’ve been trapped and chained in a life that barely resembled mine. And the worst part? I lied to myself. Over and over again. I had a chance to walk away, to make Evan Henshaw pay for what he did. But I didn’t. I chose what I thought was love. I believed that maybe, just maybe, if I shrank myself enough… if I stayed quiet and played the part, he’d finally love me. Stupid, right? I must’ve read too many fairytales as a girl—stories where love conquers all, where broken men are magically healed by love. I convinced myself that would be my story too. That if I kept giving, one day he’d see me. But what I got instead was pain. Years of it. And in the end, I lost everything. Including my baby. And now? Now I’m done playing the fool. I’m going to make them pay. Especially Anastasia. She’s going to lose something so precious, she’ll wish sh

Anastasia’s POV “Oh my god, Ana! I still can’t believe he got you an apartment in the most expensive place in the entire region!” Allison gasps, tossing her curls as she glares playfully. “I’m seriously envious right now. You always bag the good ones while I get stuck with these wannabe-rich losers.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic, Allison.” “I’m not being dramatic,” she says excitedly. “You have to hook me up, Anastasia! I mean it. Alpha Evans has connections, right? Tons of powerful men with single sons just waiting to meet someone like me. Can't you get me into one of those bougie weddings or fundraisers you always attend? Help a girl out..I need a rich man too!” I nearly roll my eyes out of my skull. Honestly, can she ever just take a breath? She’s like an overly caffeinated mosquito. Loud, clingy, and impossible to ignore. And let’s be real, she’s not my friend because she likes me. She’s here for the perks. If she thinks I’m going to hand o