The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love의 모든 챕터: 챕터 441 - 챕터 450

Third Person's POVAlpha Edwin narrowed his eyes, his gaze heavy with suspicion. "Mr. Manwaring, exactly what is your deal with Trista?"Elias looked around the room and gave a relaxed, easy smile. "Dr. Holmes and the Ironthorns are done. They've chosen to stand by and watch—that's their business."Then, his expression went cold. "But Trista is my son's godmother. For her, I'm willing to do whatever it takes.""Her business is Manwaring business."Elias let each word land, like he was reading a property deed. "Her enemies are my enemies. Period. I suggest you all keep that in mind."His stance was as hard as iron, yet he remained perfectly elegant.He kept a respectful distance, giving Trista top-tier protection without a hint of impropriety.He turned to her, his eyes softening instantly. "I'll wait for you in the car.""No need," Trista replied calmly. "I'm coming with you."Elias offered a polite goodbye to the group and escorted Trista out.Cassian watched the taillights of Elias'

Third Person's POVOnce Edwin stormed out, Thomasina collapsed onto her hospital bed, trembling.Angela, who had been lurking in the corner, scurried over and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Look, Samantha got exactly what was coming to her. She tried to use that kid with the questionable bloodline to climb the social ladder, but Cassian wouldn't even touch her. I told her to take the money and run, but she wouldn't listen. Ending up in his crosshairs was just her fate. Our family is banking everything on the heir in your womb now. Cassian is ruthless—we literally cannot afford to take any more risks."Thomasina nodded frantically, still shaken. "You're right. Angela, get rid of those thugs we hired yesterday. Pay them off and tell them to disappear. And that stash of illegal meds in the apartment? Flush it. Now. I can't help Samantha anymore—I have to look out for my Luna title."Self-preservation kicked in. The second these women realized Cassian was coming for Black

Third Person's POVCassian watched the whole thing from the shadows of a nearby streetlamp.Seeing their easy intimacy and the way they moved in sync felt like an invisible hand was crushing his heart. In the middle of their laughter and lighthearted banter, he felt a cold, hollow despair settle over him like a shroud.Once, that unguarded smile had belonged only to him.Back then, Trista used to look at him exactly the way she was looking at Alistair now—eyes bright with admiration, her voice full of a crush she couldn't hide, telling him he was the most incredible Alpha in all of L.A.Now, that warmth had been handed off to someone else.Humphrey, seeing Cassian's face turn a sickly shade of grey as his knuckles went white against the car door, finally stepped out. He gave a low, urgent reminder that Howard had called several times.Cassian finally snapped out of his trance. He sat back in the car, moving like a hollowed-out shell, and disappeared into the stream of traffic.The nex

Third Person's POVCassian looked his father dead in the eye, his gaze so hollow it was heartbreaking. "Dad... did you ever, for even one second, stop to think about what kind of life I actually wanted?"A graveyard silence fell over the hall.After a few seconds of staring each other down, Cassian turned away, his body looking heavy with a bone-deep, desolate exhaustion as he disappeared down the corridor.Alaina followed him to the door, her heart aching. "Cassian, let me take you to the Blade Healing Center tomorrow morning for a full checkup. You look terrible.""I'm fine, Mom." Cassian stopped, forcing his voice to stay gentle for her sake. "Don't worry about it."Alaina watched his lonely, defeated silhouette fade away, her eyes stinging.She turned back to the living room and confronted her husband right in front of Howard. "Ironthorn is already at the top of the food chain in L.A. We have enough wealth and power to look down on the whole country. Why are you still pushing him

Third Person's POVInside the suffocating darkness of the warehouse, Trista was lashed to a concrete pillar with thick hemp rope. Heavy-duty duct tape across her mouth reduced her screams to jagged, muffled whimpers.She listened in terror as the rogues huddled nearby, their voices low and sharp.They were casually debating whether to break her legs right then and there—planning to use her as a human shield once the Manwaring guards breached the perimeter.Trista had never felt more helpless.These guys were animals, and she couldn't even let herself imagine what Sayer was going through.As a burly man with a scarred face stepped toward her, a sneer twisting his features as he raised an iron crowbar, she squeezed her eyes shut. She braced for the impact, tears disappearing into her hair."Ah—!"The expected agony never came. Instead, a guttural scream tore through the air, followed by the sickening sound of a body hitting the wall and the rapid-fire rhythm of a professional takedown.