Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Celine’s Plea

Chapter 239: Celine’s Plea

(Caleb’s POV)

My words left Livia speechless for a moment.

She sat on the worn sofa, her face flushing red and then pale.

After a long while, she finally spoke up, her voice shrill with defensiveness.

“She didn’t grow up by our side when she first returned to the pack,” Livia argued, picking at a loose thread on her expensive coat that looked out of place in this dump. “It’s normal that we didn’t have an emotional foundation. You can’t force love, Caleb.”

I scoffed, a bitter sound that scraped my throat.

“That’s exactly the point, Mom,” I retorted sharply. “It was Martha Keene, that greedy woman, who switched the babies. Amelia was lost out there because of a crime committed against her.”

I stood up and paced the small, cramping room.

“As her family, we should have compensated her double for all those years,” I said, my voice rising. “Instead, look at us. We’re destitute, yet you still delusionally think we should be treated as an equal by the Grey family.”

Lívia looked annoyed. She knew I was right, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it fully.

“Fine, maybe I was wrong,” she muttered, shifting her gaze away. “But we were all deceived by Celine back then! That girl played us for fools.”

She suddenly looked up, eyes wide with feigned grievance.

“And don’t forget, when Amelia first came home, your father didn’t even show his face! At least I was there waiting in the living room.”

I looked at my mother, really looked at her.

She was still making excuses for her coldness. There was no genuine remorse in her eyes, only regret for the consequences.

A deep sense of shame washed over me.

I didn’t want to listen to her endless justifications anymore.

I pulled out my phone. I needed a distraction.

I instinctively wanted to check the public opinion regarding today’s Press Conference. I knew Amelia must have won everyone’s respect.

Chapter 239 Celine’s Plea

I opened my social media app, not expecting much

My breath hitched.

Amelia had accepted my friend request.

I sat up straight, my heart pounding against my ribs

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I immediately turned on notifications for her posts. My fingers trembled slightly as I clicked on her profile.

The first thing that caught my eye was a photo.

It was Amelia with the Grey family. They were gathered around a dining table, laughing, toasting.

The warmth in that picture stung my eyes.

Her smile was dazzling, a stark contrast to the gloom of this rental apartment.

My heart seized with a sharp pain. I wanted to be part of that warmth, but I knew I didn’t deserve it.

I couldn’t bring myself to hit the ‘like‘ button.

I continued to scroll down.

I had expected to see records of her suffering in the countryside. I thought I would see complaints

or sadness.

I was wrong.

A chill ran down my spine. Amelia wasn’t showing scars. She was displaying trophies.

There was a photo of a table piled high with gold coins and glowing potions.

The caption was bold and domineering: “They said couldn’t. So I did.”

I read the comments. Those potions had sparked bidding wars in the underground market. She was making a fortune.

I scrolled further.

My eyes widened at the next post.

It was a blurry photo of a man’s back. I recognized him instantly. It was Damien.

But a huge red cross was drawn over his figure.

The caption was dripping with mockery: “Dodged a bullet the size of a cannonball. Sorry to the next girl, he’s your problem now.”

She didn’t care about him at all. She treated him like trash she was glad to be rid of.

Then came the post that truly terrified me.

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It wasn’t a sob story about being attacked by rogues.

The photo showed Amelia covered in blood. But it wasn’t hers.

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She was standing over the carcass of a massive dead wolf, her eyes fierce and cold. She looked

like a god of war.

The caption was short and lethal: “Tried to bite me. Bad idea. Still standing.”

I felt suffocated.

I had thought she added me because she sought family attention. I was so incredibly wrong.

She didn’t add me because she missed me.

She added me so I would have a front–row seat. She wanted me to watch her rise from the ruins and trample everyone else under her feet.

Every photo felt like a slap across my face.

My fingers shook as I typed a status update on my own desolate feed.

“Wish her all the best for the future.”

I didn’t dare say anything else.

The girl who once craved our affection was dead. Living now was a Queen we couldn’t hope to

reach.

“Caleb? Why are you staring at your phone like that?” Livia asked.

I looked up, my expression dazed. “Amelia… she accepted my friend request.”

Adrian and Livia’s faces changed instantly.

“She did?” Livia’s eyes lit up with a blind, desperate hope. “I knew it! She’s our daughter after all.”

She rushed over, grabbing my arm.

“This means she wants to reconcile, Caleb! You have to strike while the iron is hot,” she urged excitedly. “Keep talking to her. Just persist for a few months. She’ll soften up and forgive us. Then we can go back to the Pack House!”

I looked at my mother’s eager face and felt a cold sheer forming in my heart.

She was unbelievable.

*Mom, you’re dreaming,* I thought silently. *Amelia isn’t opening the door for us. She just opened a viewing window so we can watch her burn our legacy to the ground.*

I didn’t argue. I turned back to my phone.

Chapter 239 Celine’s Plea

I opened the werewolf community’s public forum.

Amelia’s name was trending everywhere.

Pack members were praising her as a genius apothecary. They were calling her the true pride of the pack.

And they were dragging Celine through the mud.

“Fake princess,” one comment read. “Disgusting fraud,” said another.

I felt a primal instinct to survive. I had to pick a side

Using my verified personal account, I started typing a reply under a popular thread,

“Celine is a vicious liar,” I wrote, my fingers flying. “She is not fit to be mentioned in the same breath

as the noble Amelia.”

I hit send.

It was a public submission. I was bowing my head to Amelia before the whole world, hoping to avoid being consumed by her wrath.

Just then, my phone rang.

I frowned at the screen.

The name flashing there made my blood boil.

Celine.

I answered the call, my anger igniting instantly. “What do you want?”

“Caleb! Brother, please!” Celine’s voice pierced my ear, shrill and terrified. “You have to save me!”

She was sobbing hysterically.

“If you don’t save me, he’s going to kill me! My father… Chuck Haden is going to beat me to death!”

I gritted my teeth. Memories of the hospital, of the coma she put me in, flooded my mind.

“Don’t give me that act,” I spat. “You nearly killed me with that car accident. You think I care?”

“It’s true! I’m not acting!” she screamed.

“I thought you left with Griffin to plot against Amelia,” I questioned coldly. “How did you end up with that lowlife biological father of yours?”

“I didn’t! I swear!” Celine cried, her voice trembling. “I went with Griffin because I didn’t want Mom and Dad to offend the Drake family! I was trying to protect you!”

She took a ragged breath.

escaped, Caleb. I wanted to go back to my bio! disturb the Stone family’s reunion.”

Her sobbing intensified, sounding pathetic and b

“But I didn’t know… Chuck Haden only sees me at bee beating me. He’s a monster!”

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“I escaped, Caleb. I wanted to go back to my biological father and live quietly. I didn’t want to disturb the Stone family’s reunion.”

Her sobbing intensified, sounding pathetic and broken.

“But I didn’t know… Chuck Haden only sees me as a cash cow. Now that I can’t give him money, he’s beating me. He’s a monster!”

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