Semua Bab Alpha's Regret, His Rejected Luna is Hidden Heiress: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Richard's POVCeres made her way upstairs without sparing us a glance, her voice light with laughter as she spoke into her phone. "Get me some late-night snacks, Justin. Something warm, maybe soup—"Kelvin took me inside his apartment, where a maid quietly prepared a steaming pot of soup for me. I sat motionless at the dining table, my face etched with cold detachment. My phone buzzed incessantly on the table, Anita’s name flashing repeatedly.Kelvin, who had freshly returned from washing up, glanced at the vibrating device with a raised brow. “Anita is still calling, Richard,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Want me to answer it for you?”I didn’t respond. My expression was one of complete indifference.Taking my silence as permission, Kelvin swiped the screen to answer the call, putting it on speaker.“Richard!” Anita’s voice was sickly sweet, dripping with exaggerated worry. “John has a fever, and I’m scared. Can you come over? Please?”Kelvin grimaced at her tone. He cleared his thro

Ceres's POVIt was Anita and that college student I had seen with Henry. I have come to learn that she goes by the name Cindy.I froze in place, my wolf stirring uneasily within me.This was the second time I had seen Anita and Cindy together. The first had been at the hospital when Anita had a public meltdown, and Cindy had been there too—silent, calm, and almost detached, as if she were merely a bystander.But now, seeing them together again, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t adding up.Cindy was Henry’s woman, and Anita had always been close to Henry, often acting as his confidant. It made sense that they might know each other. But Cindy’s identity had always been shrouded in secrecy, a mystery even to many.Why would Henry introduce her to someone as loose-lipped as Anita?My thoughts raced, trying to piece together the fragments of this puzzle, but I couldn’t quite grasp what it all meant."Ceres?" Jason’s voice broke through my daze. He waved a hand in front of

Ceres's POVMy keen senses immediately picked up the familiar trace of Cindy’s perfume. My wolf bristled in response. I glanced toward Cindy, my expression cold."I don’t know her," I said in a tone that was final and unyielding. "Tell her to leave.""Understood, Ms. Ceres," the receptionist replied.I knew the reason Cindy was here. It definitely had something to do with her unfinished interrogation at the coffee shop, and I clearly did not have time for that.A few days later, I went to the hospital to visit Luna Benita. As luck would have it, Luna Benita woke up momentarily during that time. The doctor granted me a few minutes to visit, but warned me not to disturb or stress Luna Benita.The frail woman lying in the bed, once full of strength, looked like a ghost of herself. Still, I was relieved to see her conscious.With a racing heart, I approached the bedside cautiously. At the thought of her accident that kept her in this condition, my chest tightened, and I fought back tears.

Ceres's POVThe smile faded from Richard’s face instantly, replaced by a tense, guarded expression. He stared at me, his jaw tightening. “You’re still hung up on her?” he said, his voice low and measured. “She’ll be gone soon. I’ve already made arrangements to send her abroad. She won’t bother us anymore.”I studied his stern profile, my wolf catching the flicker of irritation beneath his calm façade. “You’ve been with Anita for years,” I said carefully. “Surely you’ve met her parents?”Richard’s face darkened. He probably thought my persistence was jealousy.He replied curtly, “No. I’ve never met her mother.”I tilted my head, watching him closely. I could sense the tone of his voice—it was laced with a mix of unease and defensiveness.Richard continued, his tone clipped. “All I know is that she settled abroad and married a foreigner. Anita had no family here, which is why I... took care of her back then.”I hesitated, debating whether to tell Richard about my conversation with Cindy

Ceres's POVI frowned and looked down at Anita. The scene was humiliating, the kind of spectacle I despised. Anita clung to me like a wolf desperate to protect her cub.Richard pulled her up from me, but she wouldn’t release her grip, her trembling hands refusing to let go. Her cries were sharp, raw, and full of anguish, distracting everyone around us.Uncle Jackson, who had now returned, interfered. “Why are you crying here, woman? If your son is missing, why don’t you go to the police? What good does it do to kneel here and cry?”Anita’s sobs continued as she looked up, her eyes wide with panic. “It was Ms. Ceres who took John. I saw it with my own eyes...”Before Anita could finish her accusation, my mum appeared with graceful but purposeful movements, her presence commanding and regal, like a queen walking through a battlefield. She turned to Anita with narrowed eyes.“Did you witness Ceres taking John?” she asked in a calm voice.Anita hesitated, her eyes darting around the room,