Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: A Show of Authority

Chapter 114: A Show of Authority

(Ethan’s POV)

Celine’s subtle hints were not lost on me. I looked at the document in my hand, my

expression serious.

“The Marking Ceremony is coming up soon,” I said, tapping the paper. “It seems Amelia’s ‘colorful‘ resume from her wandering days needs to be put to good use.”

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Celine understood immediately. A satisfied smile spread across her face. I could tell she was already planning how to ruin Amelia’s reputation in front of all the guests. She wanted Amelia to be spat on by high society.

My gaze drifted to the designer handbag resting beside Celine.

“Nice bag,” I said, feigning casual interest. “Is it new?”

“Oh, this?” Celine touched the leather fondly. “Caleb gave it to me for my birthday.”

I smiled, keeping my tone light. “If you ever get tired of that style, just let me know. I’ll buy you a new one anytime.”

(Ethan’s POV)

The moment Celine left the hospital room, my smile vanished. I immediately called my

assistant.

“Arrange for that professional thief to be discharged,” I ordered into the phone. “He needs to act tonight. The target is Celine’s handbag.”

I hung up and sat back against the pillows. The room was quiet, but my mind was racing.

A chill ran down my spine.

I was starting to feel that my adopted sister wasn’t as simple as she pretended to be. The way she had just manipulated me, using me as a pawn to target Amelia, sparked a seed of suspicion.

I thought back to the past few weeks. The coincidences. The convenient timing of certain disasters. A deep fear settled in my gut. I realized I had almost become a sacrifice in her games without even knowing it.

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I tried to tell myself I was overthinking it. She was my little sister. But her recent behavior was too abnormal to ignore.

I clenched my fist. I had to investigate this thoroughly. I couldn’t trust her blindly anymore. I certainly couldn’t protect her if she was the one holding the knife.

(Amelia’s POV)

I finished my treatment session and slid into the driver’s seat of my car. My phone buzzed.

It was a text from Theodore: *Celine is here.*

I rolled my eyes and typed back: *Handle it yourself.*

Before I could start the engine, Theodore’s name flashed on the screen. He was calling.

I answered. Immediately, I heard a voice on the other end. It wasn’t Theodore.

“Theodore, please,” Celine’s voice came through, thick with tears. “I was forced to break the engagement! My adoptive parents pressured me. You have to believe me. I don’t care about the Crimson family title. I love you for you!”

I leaned back, holding the phone away from my ear.

“Ouch,” I whispered to the receiver. “Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it?”

“Stop,” Theodore’s voice cut through the air like a blade. It was cold and filled with disgust.

“Don’t

say another word. My ears are being polluted.”

There was a pause. I could imagine Celine’s face turning red.

“I… I will wait for you,” she stammered awkwardly. “You’ll see the truth eventually.”

I heard the sound of a door closing hurriedly.

“Well?” Theodore asked, his tone shifting to amusement. “Are you entertained?”

I didn’t giggle like a schoolgirl. I sat back like a harsh movie critic.

“I’d give it a solid six out of ten,” I drawled. “Her crying was a bit forced, don’t you think? Next time, let her finish the monologue. I was getting popcorn.”

Theodore chuckled low in his throat. “I thought you might need some entertainment on your drive. But I don’t want a next time. Listening to her actually makes me nauseous.”

I hung up the phone, feeling surprisingly good.

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*Good,* Ava growled in my mind, sounding satisfied. *He has teeth. I like a mate who bites.*

I smirked. Ava was right. I didn’t just like his face. I liked that he could be just as ruthless as I

was.

(Amelia’s POV)

That night, the air was cool in the backyard. I was kneeling in the soil, tending to my new herb garden. I carefully planted seedlings that only thrived under moonlight.

Footsteps crunched on the grass behind me.

“Miss Amelia.”

I didn’t look up. I knew that voice. It was the Steward of the West Wing.

“Your aunt, Lyra Drake, has returned for the Marking Ceremony,” he announced stiffly. “She is waiting for you in the main hall. She demands your presence in ten minutes.”

My hands didn’t stop moving. This was a power play. Lyra wanted to put me in my place immediately. She obviously didn’t care that I was the true blood heir.

“Tell Ms. Lyra I’m busy,” I said, patting the earth around a delicate stem. “No time.”

The Steward gasped. He clearly hadn’t expected a rejection.

“Miss Amelia,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You are clearly just playing with dirt. If I report this to Ms. Lyra exactly as you said, she will be very unhappy.”

I still didn’t look up. I continued to loosen the soil with my trowel. My voice was calm, but it

carried a deadly chill.

“And you’re playing with fire, speaking to a future Alpha like that,” I said. “These ‘dirt‘ piles are worth more than your yearly salary. Now, get off my lawn before I decide to use you as

fertilizer.”

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