All Chapters of Claimed By My Husband’s Best Friend : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MIRA’S POVI walked down to the grounds with a spring in my step and a mischievous smile plastered across my face, my heart racing with excitement at the thought of what was about to unfold. Claudia had finally brought the lady of noble birth she had been threatening me with, and I could not wait to see the look on Declan’s face when he realized he was about to be handed over to another woman. The thought of his discomfort, his anger, his utter humiliation, was like music to my ears, and I practically floated down the path, barely able to contain my laughter.When I arrived at the grounds, I saw Claudia standing near the entrance, her posture rigid with a smug expression on her face. Beside her stood a young woman who looked like she had stepped straight out of a painting — tall, elegant, with porcelain skin, golden hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and eyes that sparkled with intelligence. She was dressed in the finest silks, and she carried herself with the poise an

RONAN’S POVI lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes and a heavy heart, with the weight of the engagement announcement pressing down on me like a boulder that I could not shake off. Sleep had not come at all the night before, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mira’s face—the hurt, the confusion, the betrayal that she must be feeling right now. I had not been able to reach her, and the thought of her believing that I had abandoned her was eating me alive.Just as I was about to bury my face in my pillow and groan into oblivion, a servant knocked on my door and delivered the news I had been dreading. “Your father requests your presence in his chambers immediately, sir. He says it is urgent.”I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a shirt, and trudged to my father’s chambers with all the enthusiasm of a man walking to his own execution. When I entered, my father was already seated behind his desk, surrounded by papers, scrolls, and wearing a smug expression tha

RONAN’S POVI ended the call with Declan and stared at my phone for a long moment, the weight of his cheerful congratulations pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. He had been so happy for me, so genuinely excited about my engagement to Nova, and I had smiled and laughed and said all the right things. But inside, I felt nothing but emptiness and guilt, because how could I be happy when the woman I truly loved was the Luna of the very man who was congratulating me?I threw my phone onto the bed and rubbed my face with my hands, letting out a long, frustrated groan. This was a mess. A complete and utter mess.I called Silas, and he walked in a few moments later, his expression carefully neutral. I did not waste any time with pleasantries.“Prepare the entourage,” I said flatly. “We are leaving for Moonfall Pack in two days.”Silas raised an eyebrow, a knowing look crossing his face. “So it has finally come to this, has it?” he asked slowly. “You are going to explain everything to Mi

RONAN’S POVI stood in the common room long after Mira had left, my body present but my mind completely elsewhere. The conversation continued around me—Nova laughing at something Claudia said, Aunt Mae praising her elegance, Declan making polite small talk, but I heard none of it. All I could see was the look on Mira’s face when she had walked into the room and seen me standing there with Nova.The pain in her eyes. The way she had quickly looked away. The forced smile she had plastered on her face as she greeted Nova with fake politeness. I had watched her suffer through the entire conversation, and I had been powerless to do anything about it.I felt sick with guilt. My stomach churned, and my hands were clammy. I wanted to grab Nova and drag her out of the room. I wanted to run after Mira and explain everything. But I could not. I was trapped.Nova’s hand was still wrapped around my arm, her grip possessive and tight. She leaned into me, and said sweetly and with a light voice. “Ro

RONAN’S POVI stood outside Mira’s closed door for a long time, with my hand still raised in the air where I had reached for her. I could still see her face, the tears streaming down her cheeks, the pain in her eyes. I could still hear her voice, cold and broken, telling me to leave. Telling me to go back to Nova. Telling me to leave her alone.I lowered my hand slowly and turned away. My legs felt heavy, like they were made of stone, and every step I took away from her door felt like a betrayal. I walked down the hallway without knowing where I was going, my mind completely consumed by her. I could not go back to my chambers. I could not face Nova. I could not face anyone.I wandered through the palace like a ghost, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. I ended up in the gardens, with the cool night air brushing against my skin. I sat down on a bench in the dark, staring up at the stars without really seeing them. I thought about Mira, about the look in her eyes when she close