Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha Rejected Me Then Discovered I was Billionaire Luna: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Nora's POVShe led us into a sitting room off the main hall, high-ceilinged and dim, furniture draped in white cloth as though the house had been waiting, patiently, for exactly this kind of unexpected visit. Isadora moved through it with the easy familiarity of someone who'd grown up navigating its shadows, pulling back a single curtain to let gray mountain light spill across a worn rug."Sit, if you'd like," she said. "This conversation will take some time, and I'd rather not have anyone faint from exhaustion before I've finished."Nobody sat. Torres and my father kept positions near the doorway, weapons lowered but ready, while Kade stood close beside me, tension radiating off him in waves I could feel without needing to look."Start with the portrait," I said. "Evangeline. 1847. Explain that."Isadora settled into a high-backed chair, folding her hands in her lap with the same composed stillness I remembered from the woman who'd threatened our lives at the hearing weeks earlier."

Nora's POVI noticed his hand drift toward his jacket pocket, and something in his expression shifted, nervous in a way I'd rarely seen from him, not even standing on a burning bridge or facing down a woman who'd ordered her own mother's death."Kade," I said slowly. "What are you—""Let me get through this before I lose my nerve," he said, a crooked, uncertain smile breaking across his face. "I've been carrying this question around for three weeks, waiting for some perfect moment that kept refusing to arrive. Then I realized the perfect moment was never going to announce itself. I was just going to have to choose one."My heart had already started hammering, and I watched him sink slowly to one knee on the porch boards, the golden evening light catching the small box he pulled free from his pocket."Two years ago," he said, "I fell in love with a voice on a phone, belonging to a woman I'd never seen and barely dared to hope I'd ever meet. I told myself it was foolish, that nobody bui

Nora's POVDamien arrived within two days, Marcus beside him, both looking steadier than I remembered from the chaos of two years earlier. Torres had already pulled together everything Blackridge's own monitoring systems could offer, which, as it turned out, wasn't much — whoever had approached Isadora had left no trace in any financial pattern we'd learned to watch for."That's the troubling part," Torres said, spreading a thin folder across the study table where we'd once pieced together Morrison's ledgers. "Every previous layer of this left fingerprints eventually. Victor's accounts, Agatha's shells, even Ashworth's own family structure. This sixth generation hasn't touched a single traceable channel.""Meaning they learned from every mistake the rest of them made," my father said grimly, settling into a chair across from Helena's scattered toys, which nobody had bothered clearing from the room given how quickly we'd all gathered. "Patient, careful, invisible even to people who kno

Nora's POVHe stood perhaps thirty feet off, hands clasped loosely in front of him, dressed in plain traveling clothes that gave away nothing about who he actually served. No weapon visible. No urgency in his stance at all, as though he'd simply strolled onto the property for a pleasant morning conversation rather than walked into a clearing full of people ready to stop him by force."Stay back," Kade said, voice hard, positioning himself slightly in front of Margaret."I have no intention of coming closer," the man said, something almost amused in his measured tone. "I find conversations go more smoothly without weapons pointed at anyone's chest. Though I imagine you'll keep yours raised regardless.""Who sent you," Torres demanded."Nobody sends me anywhere," the man said. "I serve the Patron directly, same as I have for nearly thirty years. Before that, I served the previous Patron, and before them, the one before that. Loyalty of this particular kind isn't purchased, Alpha Parker.

Nora's POVI don't remember crossing the clearing. One moment Thorne's words were still ringing against the trees, and the next I was in the passenger seat of Kade's truck with the engine howling and the dashboard clock reading eleven minutes past nine."Seventy minutes if the roads stay clear," Kade said. His knuckles had gone pale on the wheel. "Less if I stop caring about the speed limit.""Stop caring."He did.Behind us, Torres drove the second vehicle with Thorne bound in the back seat. Isadora rode beside him, notebook open on her knees. My father-in-law followed in a third car with Margaret, who had refused, flatly, to stay alone in a farmhouse a stranger had already walked through.Sarah's voice kept coming through the speaker every few minutes, thin but steady. Helena was awake. Helena was eating a banana. Helena wanted to know why everyone kept whispering.I pressed both hands against my knees to stop them shaking.*Helena Voss. The last true heir of the Hollow line.* My mo