All Chapters of Revenge of the Rejected Luna: My Three Genius Heirs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabelle’s POV"You are going to need a lot of rest, Mrs. Blackwood," the doctor said, sliding the medical report across the desk towards me.I stared at the paper, my fingers shaking as I picked it up. The words on the page blurred, but the number was clear as day.Three… I was pregnant with triplets.A wave of heat rushed through my chest, making my eyes sting with sudden tears. For three long years, I had lived in hell as the unwanted Luna of the Blackwood Pack.My husband, Conall, never looked at me. He never touched me unless it was absolutely required for public appearances, and his voice was always like ice when speaking to me.But this would change everything. These little miracles were the key to breaking down the high walls around his heart.He was going to be a father, and we were finally going to be a real family."Thank you, Doctor," I whispered, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor.I did not wait for her to give me the usual advice about vitamin

Isabelle’s POVFive years later"Welcome back to Boston, Mom," Hannah said, tugging lightly on the sleeve of my expensive coat.I looked down at my eldest daughter and smiled, stepping out of the bustling sliding doors of Logan International Airport.The crisp autumn air hit my face, a massive contrast to the warm climate we had left behind in California.Five years ago, I left this exact city bleeding, broken, and floating face-down in a freezing river.Now, I was walking back onto this concrete territory on my own terms, smelling like extreme wealth and absolute power.I was no longer the pathetic little girl who cried over a man's cold words or begged pack elders for a scrap of respect."Is this the place where you used to live?" Leo asked, his little hand gripping the strap of his backpack tightly.He was already looking around the terminal curb with a defensive glare, his tiny shoulders completely square."Yes, buddy, but we are just here for a very important business meeting," I

Isabelle’s POVThousands of hands collided beneath the bright ballroom lights as I stood behind the podium, looking out at an ocean of wealthy investors, corporate executives, and influential businessmen.The applause was deafening, and I wasn't nervous. I guess I had grown past that now. I smiled politely, knowing I didn't care whether they approved of me or not.Five years ago, I had learned something very important. People respected power. They did not respect tears, or weakness.And they certainly did not respect a woman who would beg a man to love her. So I had buried that woman along with the identity of Isabelle Blackwood.That woman was dead to me now. The woman standing on this stage was Isabelle Loren.The CEO, majority shareholder and founder. And, of course, the architect behind Aegis Systems.I rested both hands lightly against the podium and looked at the million and one faces that stared back at me."Five years ago, cybersecurity was treated as an expense," I said while

Conall's POVAt four seventeen, some black SUV pulled up in front of Aegis. The chauffeur's door opened, then the back door before Isabelle stepped out.I've been staring at that building, waiting for something to happen, and someone to show up for long which made my body go rigid.My wolf surged so violently against my ribs, with my grip on the edge of the desk. She wore a dark green blouse tucked into black trousers, with her hair pulled back neatly, as she held a tablet in one hand, and her phone in the other.She looked nothing like the woman who had run off from my office five years ago, but like a woman who knew exactly where she was going, and exactly what she wanted.I watched her walk toward the entrance, without a glance at my direction. Of course she wouldn't, she didn't know I was watching her. But a part of me felt disappointed.“Sir?” I turned. Logan stood behind me. I looked back at the automated glass doors Isabelle had walked into. “Your flowers were delivered.”My at

Isabelle's POVThere was a brief silence between the both of us, before Marcus smiled. “That's actually kind of funny.” he said.“No, it's alarming.” I said, because I didn't think so.“Why?” he asked, color on the sides of his chin in embarrassment. “Because he thinks sending flowers means he knows me.” I leaned back.“And, he doesn't, not anymore.” My voice came out quieter, that was the truth, Conall Blackwood didn't know me.Marcus nodded slowly. “You're right.” I looked down at my hands, in thoughts that he knew the woman I had been, and the woman who waited for him.He also knew the woman who forgave too quickly, with the woman who believed that if she loved him enough, eventually he would love her back.That woman was gone, I had buried her myself, five years ago. I looked toward the window again.“I don't want him disturbing the life I built.” I said, voicing out my fears for the first time.I could no longer love anymore. I had just, moved on and so he should too, he was Cona