All Chapters of The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

Third Person's POVHoward's face was as hard as iron. "You're working this hard for a reason—fame, money, status. With fifteen percent of our stock, Silverlight would instantly become a top-tier power in L.A. You should think about that before you walk away."Trista let out a cold laugh. "Of course I want success. But I have standards."She leaned in, her voice dropping into a lethal, measured warning. "As long as it involves the Ironthorns, I'm staying as far away as possible for the rest of my life."Howard stood up, his legs buckling for a second before an omega caught him."Forcing Cassian to break that bond with you," Howard said, looking like he'd aged ten years in a single heartbeat, "was the biggest mistake of my life."Trista stood her ground, watching Howard's hunched back disappear.Right or wrong didn't matter anymore; in the laws of the wolves, a shattered bond stays shattered.Executive Suite, Simmons Group HQ.Humphrey was pulled into a corner by two of his trusted asso

Third Person's POVElias's voice was gentle, yet it carried an immovable authority. "Even if your suspicions are right, I'll move every resource I have to handle the fallout. Don't worry, Trista. None of this is going to touch you."Trista stared at him, her throat feeling tight. She was at a total loss for words. After Elias left, she immediately dialed Alistair.Alistair picked up, sounding as bored as ever. "Relax," he said, his tone casual. "My G-Wagon has full insurance. I was driving normally when the incident happened; the dashcam footage is crystal clear. As for Vincent? That piece of trash was already falling apart. He didn't have the constitution to handle the impact. Weak bloodlines tend to snap early. It's got nothing to do with anyone else."Despite his reassurance, Trista's hands remained ice-cold long after she hung up.She spent the rest of the night pacing her room, clutching her phone like a lifeline.Ironthorn Estate.The air in Howard's study was thick enough to su

Third Person's POVTrista hung up the phone and turned around, walking straight into Cassian's heavy, dark gaze.Her breath hitched for a split second before she regained her composure, looking right through him as she tried to walk past."Trista," Cassian said, his voice raspy as he watched her. "Happy Lunar Festival."Trista's footsteps slowed to a halt.She turned back, standing her ground with a cold, distant stare. "If you're really feeling that unwell, find the time to book an appointment at the clinic."Cassian tossed his cigarette into the ash bin. He took a few steps toward her but stopped well outside her personal bubble.He looked into her eyes and asked with a bitter smile, "Is that the only way you'll treat me now? If I follow the 'proper procedures'?"They stared each other down."Yes," Trista said, her voice firm.Cassian felt a burn behind his eyes. He turned away to look at the silver disk of the full moon hanging in the sky. "Forget it," he said, his voice dropping t

Third Person's POVA violent wave of vertigo hit Cassian's brain. That hollow sensation rising from the depths of his wolf soul became too much to bear. With a heavy thud, his knee slammed into the floorboards.He gasped for air in a daze, no longer able to tell which part of him hurt the most.With trembling hands, he scooped the jagged crystal shards into his palms. Like a madman, his eyes rimmed with red, he tried to piece the fragments back together one by one.He worked for a long time, his movements driven by a desperate, obsessive persistence. But the faster he tried, the more he spiraled; the more he spiraled, the more he fell apart.In the end, he couldn't make the pendant whole again.Cassian slumped against the leg of the table, sitting pathetically on the floor.He tilted his head back slightly, tears rolling silently from the corners of his eyes, washing away the blood on his lips.The Moon Goddess was taking back the only thing Trista had ever left him.The agony in Cass

Third Person's POVThe house—the "home" where Cassian and Trista had shared their last days together—was unnervingly still.The only light in the pitch-black villa came from a single, lonely lamp in the dressing room.Cassian sent his final message. Then, the body that had been held upright by sheer, numb willpower finally gave out. Like a building losing its foundation, he slumped slowly onto the cold floor.He lay in a pool of blood—some of it dark and dried, some of it fresh and warm from his latest hemorrhage.Nearby, the pill bottle he'd once treated like a lifeline lay on its side, the tablets scattered like the shattered crystal shards, reflecting the dim light.In that moment, he finally stopped pretending. He stopped fighting.His right hand was clenched in a death grip, his palm mangled by the crystal fragments. Dark blood seeped through his fingers, rhythmically dripping onto the floor.Cassian lay there, expressionless, his vacant eyes fixed on the ceiling while tears stre