Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Wrong Alpha Heiress's Return: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 136

Celeste's POVA chill ran down my spine, and I grabbed Yara's hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. My face was pale, my jaw working as if I wanted to speak, but no words came out. She must have sensed the storm in me because she spoke first."As far as I know," Yara said carefully, "what you just told me about Benny… it matches everything I've heard."Her hesitation explained it all.I felt my face go even paler. How could it be…?Ethan had told me that his sister, Benny, had transferred schools in her senior year. When he received the news, he panicked, fearing she might have been kidnapped, only to awaken in the Angel Reform Academy. Ethan still worried his sister a lot even in the hell.Transferring schools at such a crucial time wasn't trivial-it always meant something catastrophic had occurred. And yet, Ethan had known nothing, leaving a gnawing knot in his heart ever since.So when I had hit roadblocks investigati

Third Person's POVCallen's face softened into that rare expression of indulgence, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reached out to pinch Serena's nose lightly. The scene struck Celeste like a hammer to her chest, reopening wounds she had long tried to bury.It had been so long since she had allowed herself to lean on Callen's shoulder in such a carefree, spoiled way. Even back then, when she was still Celeste Frost-the one groomed to be part of the Frost Family's polished image-she had never dared interfere in the family's business matters. Her influence had always been limited, carefully measured. Even when she had helped Ryan Wilson's father secure the vice-president position at one of their companies, it had been because Ryan's father had merit and incentives that aligned with the Frost Board's strategy. Her plea had been nothing more than gentle persuasion, a ripple in a current she could not control. And yet Callen had been furious, scolding

Third Person's POVElijah gently dropped a rib into Celeste's bowl. "Don't worry, Celeste. If there's risk, I won't shoulder it alone."Celeste's amber eyes flicked toward him briefly. She didn't know the full extent of Elijah's abilities, nor had she ever questioned them. From years of observation, she trusted that if he said he had it under control, then it was more than likely true. She nodded silently, setting aside her doubts.After tidying up the kitchen, she moved to the balcony to continue her sketches. The soft breeze from Moonviel City's verdant inner courtyards brushed her hair as sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns across her canvas. Elijah sat quietly a meter away on a low chair, his thumbs tapping rhythmically on a tablet, seemingly in conversation with someone online. His face, chiseled under the sun, carried a rare pensive expression-wolfish instincts hidden behind the mask of calm concentration.For a few moment