Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: The Proxy

Chapter 225: The Proxy

(Caleb’s POV)

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“Amelia, please listen to me,” I pleaded, my hands gripping the edge of her mahogany desk. “I never wanted the Stone Pack inheritance. I swear it on the Moon Goddess.”

My voice shook slightly. “I am not like Father. I don’t care about power or money like Adrian

does.”

Amelia didn’t even look up. She continued flipping through a stack of documents, the sound of turning pages filling the silence.

Then, a short, cold laugh escaped her lips. It was a sound devoid of any warmth, dripping

with sarcasm.

“Save your sob story, Caleb,” she cut in, her voice sharp as a silver blade. She finally raised her eyes, staring straight into mine.

“You enjoyed the feast when your father hunted. You lived in luxury bought with his ruthlessness.” She leaned back, tapping a pen against the desk.

“Just because you didn’t hold the knife doesn’t mean your hands are clean.”

Her words struck me like a physical blow. I froze, the air caught in my throat.

I looked into those sapphire eyes and saw only contempt. She saw right through me.

In her eyes, I was exactly the same as the man I claimed to despise. We were both selfish. We were both guilty.

The defense I had built up in my mind crumbled instantly. Shame washed over me, hot and suffocating.

“I… I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I couldn’t bear to look at her anymore.

I turned around, my shoulders slumped. I walked out of her office like a rogue wolf kicked out of its pack, feeling her disdain burning into my back.

(Amelia’s POV)

The door clicked shut behind him. The silence was refreshing.

I picked up my phone, my mood surprisingly lifted. I opened the social media app and

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scrolled through the trending topics.

There it was. Caleb had just posted a statement.

“Hurting her is hurting me. Please stop the attacks.”

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I raised an eyebrow. He thought he was being noble. He thought he could play the protective

brother now.

But the internet is a cruel beast. The comments section was a battlefield.

“Is this a joke? You’re defending the woman who ruined your family?” one user wrote.

“You are not a real Alpha, Caleb! You’re a coward!”

“He’s stabbing his own fans in the back just to please his sister. Traitor!”

“Unfollowing. Caleb Stone is finished.”

My lips curled into a wicked smile. It was exactly as I had anticipated.

His attempt at damage control was pouring gasoline on a fire. I found a comment predicting

the end of his career.

Without hesitation, I tapped the ‘like‘ button. I picked up my coffee cup and took a slow, satisfying sip.

The bitter liquid warmed my chest. “Burn,” I whispered to the empty room.

“The hotter, the better.” I watched the chaos unfold, savoring every moment of the destruction I had ignited.

I continued scrolling, but my smile soon faded. A new topic was climbing the charts.

Jade York had posted a photo with a caption: “I believe you.” It was clearly a move to whitewash Griffin Drake’s recent scandal involving his niece.

Disgusting. But what followed made my blood boil.

Gale Entertainment was capitalizing on the post. They were releasing press releases hinting that Jade would star in the adaptation of *Treatment Diary*.

They claimed she was the perfect fit for the heroine written by “Lily.” Fans were eating it up, calling it “True Love” and praising Jade’s loyalty.

My grip on the phone tightened. My eyes narrowed, a growl building in my throat.

They wanted to use my work to clean their filth? They wanted to associate my story with their

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sordid little drama?

“Dream on,” I hissed. This was my territory. My creation.

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I would not let them taint it. I immediately typed out a new post on my official account.

“The heroine for the upcoming series will be a rookie from Starlight Entertainment. No exceptions.”

I hit send. The internet exploded instantly. Speculation ran wild.

Moments later, my publisher released the bombshell I had prepared. “Author ‘Lily‘ will hold a copyright meeting this weekend at the Grandview Restaurant in Capital City.”

“She will personally decide who gets the franchise rights.” The game was on.

(Anya’s POV)

The atmosphere in the Starlight Entertainment office was suffocating. It felt like a funeral

home.

Phones were ringing off the hook. The PR team looked like they hadn’t slept in days.

“This is a disaster,” the PR manager groaned, leaning against my desk. He rubbed his temples furiously.

“First she offends Caleb’s crazy fan base. Now she’s openly challenging the Drake family?”

He gestured wildly at the computer screen. “Does she have a death wish? The Drakes will crush us.”

I looked around the room. Employees were whispering in huddles.

I heard snippets of conversation about updating resumes and finding new packs. They thought Starlight was a sinking ship.

“She knows what she’s doing,” I said weakly, though I felt the knot of anxiety in my stomach.

“Does she?” he countered. “Because it looks like suicide from here.”

I sighed and looked at the closed door of the CEO’s office. Amelia Stone was a force of

nature.

She wouldn’t listen to advice about playing it safe. She played by her own rules.

It was late Friday afternoon. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the office floor.

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I finished compiling the weekly report and sent it to Amelia’s inbox. A moment later, my intercom buzzed.

“Anya, come in,” Amelia’s voice came through, calm and steady.

I grabbed my notebook and hurried inside. Amelia was standing by the window, looking out at the city skyline.

She turned to face me. “I have an assignment for you,” she said.

“You will attend the copyright meeting for *Treatment Diary* this weekend. You will represent Starlight Entertainment.”

My jaw dropped. I stared at her, unable to process the words.

“Me?” I squeaked. “But… Miss Stone, the editor specifically said the highest decision–maker must attend.”

I clutched my notebook to my chest. “Helena Shaw is very strict. I’m just a junior assistant.”

“I don’t have the rank. I don’t have the authority.”

Amelia looked up from the file she had picked up. Her sapphire eyes locked onto mine.

There was a power in her gaze that made me want to bow.

“Rules are just suggestions, Anya,” she said, her voice ringing with absolute authority. She took a step toward me.

“I am the Alpha here. If I say you represent me, then you are the highest authority in that

room.”

She paused, her expression intense. “Stop asking permission for your existence.”

I stood there, stunned. Her words echoed in my mind.

I couldn’t understand why she would risk such a massive project on someone like me. It was a gold mine, and she was sending an assistant.

But looking at her, I felt a surge of something I hadn’t felt before. Confidence.

She trusted me. I took a deep breath, standing as tall as I could. I nodded.

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