Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 223

< Chapter 223: Isla’s Regret

Chapter 223: Isla’s Regret

Chapter 223: Isla’s Regret

(Author’s POV)

Theodore stared at the man who called himself a father.

Theron’s fists were clenched tight at his sides.

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His eyes darted frantically between the unconscious figure of the imposter on the ground and his trembling daughter, Isla.

Yet, his jaw remained locked tight.

“That is Ronan,” Theron insisted through gritted teeth, his voice straining with the effort to maintain his lie. “He is your brother.”

Inside Theodore’s mind, a low, rumbling growl vibrated.

Logan, his wolf, scoffed in pure disgust.

The beast recognized the stench of a weak man protecting his fragile ego.

Theron didn’t care if his children lived or died.

He only cared about maintaining the facade of his control.

Theodore didn’t blink.

He didn’t offer another chance.

He simply turned his head slightly toward Marcus and gave a sharp nod.

Marcus understood immediately.

He reached into the medical kit Amelia had provided.

His large hand closed around a cold, metallic cylinder.

It was a syringe, filled to the brim with a shimmering, lethal fluid–liquid silver nitrate.

Marcus purged the air from the needle, a tiny drop sizzling as it hit the air.

With a face void of emotion, he marched straight toward Isla’s wheelchair.

Isla watched the gleaming needle approach, her eyes widening until the whites showed all

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The metallic glint of the silver promised agonizing pain.

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She scrambled backward in her chair, her fingers digging claw–like into Theron’s sleeve.

“Dad!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysteria.

“You promised! You just said you wouldn’t let them hurt me!”

Theron didn’t look at her.

He kept his eyes fixed on Theodore, refusing to break his stare–down.

Isla froze.

The realization hit her like a physical blow.

He wasn’t going to stop them.

Because the needle wasn’t pointed at him.

“You bastard!” Isla screamed, releasing his arm and shoving him away.

“You’re sacrificing me? Just to save your own face?“.

She looked at her father with pure hatred, the illusion of the loving patriarch shattering

instantly.

“You are a coward, Theron!”

Tears of rage streamed down her face, ruining her makeup.

“You threw us into the foster system like garbage! We rotted there!”

“You even sold your legitimate son for money!”

“We trusted you! We thought you came to save us from that hell, but we were just pawns you, weren’t we?”

Theron’s face turned a violent shade of red.

The public humiliation from his own daughter was too much.

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“Shut your mouth, you ungrateful wretch!” Theron roared, raising his hand as if to strike her.

“If I hadn’t brought you back to the Crimson family, you would still be starving in gutters!”

“You’ve lived like a princess for three years because of me!”

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Isla didn’t flinch.

She laughed, a manic, broken sound.

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“If you were a real father, I wouldn’t have needed saving from those abusive homes in the first place!”

Marcus didn’t pause for their family drama.

The needle hovered inches from Isla’s neck.

She could smell the metallic tang of the silver.

Theron remained silent, turning his head away.

He had abandoned her.

Isla stopped screaming.

She swallowed hard, forcing her trembling body to still.

Survival instinct took over.

She straightened her spine, turning her desperate gaze toward the man in the wheelchair.

“Theodore,” she gasped out.

“I can help you. I know things.”

She pointed a shaking finger at Theron.

“I will be a witness. I’ll testify against him in front of the Council. I can help you destroy him!”

Theodore watched her, his expression unreadable.

Before he could part his lips, a cold, feminine voice cut through the air.

“Save your breath, Isla.”

Amelia stepped forward, placing herself directly between Theodore and the pleading girl.

Her sapphire eyes were hard as diamonds.

“We don’t need rats to catch a mouse.”

Her posture was protective, a shield against any filth Isla tried to spew.

She turned to look down at Theodore, her expression softening just a fraction.

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“Don’t waste your energy on them,” she said firmly.

Theodore looked up at her.

The darkness in his golden eyes receded slightly.

He took Amelia’s hand, lacing his fingers through hers.

A sarcastic smirk curled the corner of his lips.

She was right.

Torturing this scum was beneath him now.

“Marcus,” Theodore commanded lazily.

“Package them up.”

“Send the girl and the imposter to the Council’s Enforcers.”

“Attach the evidence of the kidnapping and the confession.”

“Make sure they understand that these two are never to see daylight again.”

The mention of the Council’s prison–a place known for having an entrance but no exit–silenced the clearing.

Isla didn’t fight as the bodyguards grabbed her arms.

She didn’t beg anymore.

Instead, a dry, bitter laugh escaped her throat.

“So that’s it?” she whispered.

She looked at Theodore, her eyes hollow and dead.

The fight had left her.

“I bet on the father, and I lost,” she murmured, shaking her head.

“I should have known you were the shark, not him.”

Amelia looked down at her with icy indifference.

“You didn’t just lose the bet, Isla,” Amelia said.

“You lost the right to sit at the table.”

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“Goodbye.”

Marcus hauled Isla out of the wheelchair, dragging her across the gravel like a sack of

unwanted clothes.

As she was pulled toward the waiting black van, Isla twisted her neck around.

Her eyes locked onto Theron one last time.

“You will rot in hell, Theron!” she screamed, her voice tearing at her throat.

“You will rot in hell!”

The heavy doors of the Enforcers‘ vehicle slammed shut.

The engine roared to life, carrying away the fake brother and the illegitimate sister.

Dust settled in the pavilion.

Theodore turned his wheelchair slowly.

His gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced through Theron.

Theron stood alone now, stripped of his allies, stripped of his pretenses.

“Theron,” Theodore said, his voice terrifyingly calm.

“I will ask you only once.”

The air grew heavy with the pressure of an Alpha’s aura.

“Is my real brother alive?”

Theron’s face was pale, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.

He said nothing.

He just stared, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and stubborn malice.

Theodore nodded slowly.

The silence was an answer in itself.

It confirmed that the transaction had happened.

It confirmed Theron knew exactly where the boy was.

Theodore forced down the urge to rip his father’s throat out right there.

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“You better pray he is alive,” Theodore said softly.

“Because if he isn’t, your end will be far worse than anything you can imagine.”

He didn’t wait for a response.

“Marcus,” Theodore called out.

“Contact Dr. Julian Pierce.”

“Arrangements have been made.”

“Admit Theron to the high–security asylum immediately.”

Theron’s eyes bulged.

“What?” he roared, taking a step back.

“You can’t do that! I am your father! I am the former Alpha!”

“You have no right!”

Amelia stepped forward, looming over the panicked man.

A dangerous, predatory smile played on her lips.

“Julian is a great doctor, Theron,” she purred.

“I’m sure he’ll prescribe you… plenty of silence.”

She reached down and gripped Theodore’s hand tightly.

They stood together, an unbreakable front against the man who had failed them both.

In this family, in this moment, they held absolute power.

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