Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Ethan Thinks He Can Find a Cure

Chapter 115: Ethan Thinks He Can Find a Cure

(Amelia’s POV)

“I wouldn’t dare,” the steward said, though his tone suggested otherwise. He adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses, looking down his nose at me. “I am simply speaking the truth and kindly reminding Miss Amelia not to be too arrogant.”

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I looked at him. His polite words were dripping with disdain. It was obvious whose dog he was. He had the same superior attitude as Adrian and Livia.

I slowly peeled off my gardening gloves. I took a step toward the middle–aged man.

He smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. He probably thought I was going to apologize or back down.

*Smack!*

My hand connected hard with his cheek. The sound was crisp and loud in the quiet yard. His glasses flew off his face and landed in the grass. He stumbled back, clutching his face in shock.

I stood over him, looking down.

“Who gave a subordinate wolf the right to lecture an Alpha?” I asked, my voice cold. “You forget your place.”

He gaped at me, his face turning red.

“You can go back and tell Lyra Drake something for me,” I continued. “Even if I’m just playing with dirt here, I don’t have time for her. If she wants to see me, she can drag herself over to the East House.”

I tossed my dirty gloves at his feet. They landed on his polished shoes.

“And start packing your bags,” I added. “You won’t be working for the Stone family much longer.”

The steward scrambled to pick up his glasses. He glared at me with pure venom in his eyes as he turned to leave.

“Pah!” I heard him mutter under his breath as he walked away. “Just an uneducated stray wolf. Alpha Alaric will kick you out of the Pack like trash sooner or later.”

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My eyes narrowed. I focused my energy. I didn’t need to touch him.

I released a burst of pressure.

*Thud!*

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An invisible force slammed into his back. He went flying forward and face–planted hard into the dirt. He groaned, writhing in pain.

*That mongrel only deserves to bark at the air,* Ava growled in my mind, her tail flicking with contempt. *If you want, I can rip his throat out right now. That will shut him up.*

*Not yet,* I told her. *He’s not worth the blood on our claws.*

I turned around and walked back into the house, leaving him groaning in the mud.

I walked into the living room. My adoptive mother, Seraphina, was sitting on the sofa. My adoptive father, Jaxon, was reviewing some documents nearby.

“Mom,” I asked, sitting down opposite her. “What is our relationship like with my aunt, Lyra

Drake?”

I recounted the conflict that had just happened in the herb garden. I didn’t leave out the slap

or his insults.

Jaxon’s face darkened immediately. He slammed his file shut.

“The servants from the second brother’s house are getting too bold,” he growled. “No respect

for the hierarchy.”

Seraphina sighed and put down her book. She looked tired just hearing the name.

“Your aunt Lyra and I… our relationship is at a freezing point,” she admitted. “She has always looked down on your father.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because Jaxon is the eldest son but has no ambition to fight for the Alpha position,” Seraphina explained. “And because I didn’t give birth for many years. Lyra tried to convince Jaxon to break our mate bond multiple times. She wanted him to find a new mate who could produce heirs.”

Jaxon reached out and held Seraphina’s hand tightly. “I refused. Every time.”

“That made her hate us even more,” Seraphina said with a sad smile. “But she loves Adrian’s

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family. Especially Celine.”

I nodded slowly. It was making sense.

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“She thinks Celine is the perfect example of a high–born lady,” Seraphina continued. “Lyra poured a lot of resources into Celine. She paid for etiquette classes, introduced her to high society. She treats Celine like her own masterpiece.”

“So,” I said, leaning back. “She’s back for the Marking Ceremony, but her real goal is to back Celine up. She wants to put me, the real daughter, in my place.”

“Exactly,” Seraphina said. “She invited you alone to bully you. You did the right thing by refusing to go.”

“If she dares to cause you trouble,” Jaxon said, his voice firm, “you tell us immediately. We are your family.”

“I understand,” I said. “I won’t let her walk all over me.”

Back in my room, I pulled out my phone. I needed to deal with that steward. I dialed Ethan’s

number.

“What is it?” Ethan’s voice came through the speaker. He sounded impatient, bordering on aggressive.

I raised an eyebrow. That was new. Usually, the fear of death kept him polite.

“I want you to fire a steward,” I said directly. “The one with the gold glasses from the West Wing. He disrespected me.”

“Why should I?” Ethan shot back. “He has served the Pack House for nearly ten years. I’m not firing a loyal servant just because you threw a tantrum.”

I let out a cold laugh. “Are you really going to defy me over a servant?”

“I’m the CEO of Starlight Media and the eldest son,” Ethan said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I don’t take orders from you on how to run the household staff.”

He sounded surprisingly confident. Too confident.

“Ethan,” I said, my voice dropping lower. “Are you planning on skipping your antidote next week?”

There was a pause, and then he laughed. It was a mocking sound.

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“Amelia, stop bluffing. I don’t believe you’d actually dare to poison me to death,” he sneered. “If I die, Grandfather Alaric and my parents will know it was you. You might escape human laws, but you can’t escape the Pack’s revenge laws. You value your life too much to trade it

for mine.”

*Click.*

He hung up on me.

I stared at the phone. A playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

He must think he’s found a way out. He probably believes he’s close to buying the antidote from the ‘Shadow Apothecary‘–which is me. That’s the only reason he’d have the guts to talk to me like that.

“Enjoy your confidence while it lasts, big brother,” I whispered to the empty room. “The harder you act now, the more pathetic you’ll look when you’re begging on your knees later.”

My phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the screen. It was a message from Damien.

*Amelia, we need to talk. I know you’re just acting out because you still love me…*

I didn’t even read the rest. I swiped the notification away without a second thought.

(Ethan’s POV)

I tossed my phone onto the desk and leaned back in my chair. A rush of adrenaline surged through me.

For the first time since Amelia returned, I felt like I was in control. It felt good to hang up on her. It felt amazing to deny her.

My wound still throbbed slightly, but the pain seemed less intense now. The hope of a cure was a powerful painkiller.

“Just you wait, you wild brat,” I muttered. “Once I get that antidote, I’m done with you. I’ll show you who really runs this Pack.”

I was already picturing the look on her face when she realized she had no leverage left.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called out.

The door opened, and my personal assistant walked in.

He walked over to my desk and placed the bag down gently.

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“Alpha,” he said, bowing his head slightly. “The task you assigned is complete. The professional we hired was successful. This is the bag you wanted stolen.”

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