Todos os capítulos de Revenge of the Rejected Luna: My Three Genius Heirs: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHAPTER 12Isabelle's POVI stepped into my penthouse and saw Marcus sitting on my couch which made me stop, watching as he looked up from his phone smiling.I dramatically rolled my eyes, in thoughts that I was coming home to rest and spend time with my kids, not to see another man.“What Marcus?” I asked reluctantly and he stood.“Nice to see you too.” He was still smiling. I dropped my handbag on the console. “Marcus.”“What?”“What is it, and who let you in?” I asked him, with my tone full of exhaustion. I knew he was here because of work, but still, he should have waited till Monday.“Nora let me in.” he said, looking too pleased with himself, completely ignoring the other question I asked. I looked towards the kitchen. “Nora?”“She didn't know you were going to kill me.” Marcus laughed. “I told her I needed to speak with you.”I crossed my arms. “About?”“Business.”“Couldn't business wait until tomorrow?” I whined.“Nope, darling.” he said. He studied my face for a few seconds

Isabelle's POVI was ready by seven thirty that evening, and I hated to admit it, but Marcus had been right. I looked good and Marcus’ stylist knew her expertise.Although, she was a bit of a talker, but she made my face and hair flawless. Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection.The emerald gown hugged my body perfectly, falling elegantly to the floor with a slit that stopped just above my knee. The neckline was simple, but it showed enough skin.This made the entire thing look expensive without trying too hard. It was expensive, and a part of me was impressed he bought that dress for me.One would think he was trying to impress me as a man, but he was gay. My hair was in a neat, elegant style, leaving a few soft strands around my face.My makeup was subtle, chic way and looked the part, it was exactly my style. I turned slightly to look at the back. “Okay.” I nodded at myself. “Marcus can have this one.” My phone buzzed on the dresser, and I picked it up. It was a

Conall's POVMy first thought when I saw him standing beside Isabelle was to rip his throat out. Not to punch or threaten him, but this was a modern setup, and I was playing gentleman.In handling a situation like this, I briefly thought of the times where Alphas didn't have to pretend at civilized at events like this. There were no cameras, investors, and politicians.The only security was from pack, and there were no consequences, compared to now a room full of people watching. I couldn’t be the Alpha who dragged another man's body across the floor because he looked at my mate the wrong way,Standing there in a black tuxedo, holding a champagne glass, I pretended I didn’t just think of committing murder in the middle of Boston's most expensive ballroom.The moment I had walked into the gala, I had seen her. I could find Isabelle in a room full of thousands of people without trying. She wasn't difficult to single out from her intense presence.She looked gorgeous, and was wearing an

Isabelle's POVBy the time I got home, I was so furious that I didn't bother taking off my heels. Walking into the living room, I was surprised to see Marcus who sat on the couch with his laptop open.He looked too comfortable for someone who lured me into this, I mean not that it didn’t favor me I didn’t just like the way it ended.Marcus looked up, and the moment he spotted me his face lit up with enthusiasm. He probably expected me to give him the full details of how my night had gone. If only he knew, I thought as his eyes traveled from my face to my dress, then back to my face and his expression changed when he noticed something was off with me."That bad?" he simply asked. I dropped my clutch on the table. "My night was ruined by that man." I began. Marcus blinked. “What man?” he asked. "Conall?""Yes goodness!" I exclaimed, watching as he closed his laptop slowly commencing to watch me. "Okay."I started pacing. "I was having a good time, Marcus.""I can see that." "I was actua

Conall's POVI was drunk, high and definitely pissed off, absolutely not thinking straight. This was probably why I was lying across my bed at two in the morning with one arm behind my head.A half-empty bottle of whiskey was on the nightstand, with my phone inches from my face as I scrolled lazily through social media. I didn't even know what I was looking for.Perhaps, anything that would keep my mind occupied and would stop me from thinking about Isabelle in that ridiculously beautiful emerald dress that she had on earlier this night.It wasn't working, because everywhere I looked, I saw her, although not literally unfortunately, just in my head. I saw her emerald dress, her smile and the way she'd looked at Dean.Damnation, the way he had looked at her unnerved something in me. I took another drink scrolling again.Then, as if the mere thought of him provoked some sort of supernatural sync, I saw him.Dean McDonald, right in front of my face. I stopped, in thoughts that his profil