Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 259

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Chapter 259: Blame Your Own Stupidity

Chapter 259: Blame Your Own Stupidity

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Victor looked at the pleading man in front of him with absolute indifference. There was not a shred of intention in his posture to honor the deal he had made just hours ago.

“You are asking me for the antidote?” Victor let out a short, sharp laugh that echoed in the silent hall. “It was a verbal promise, Ethan. Are you a child? Or just incredibly naive?”

Ethan stood frozen, his mouth slightly agape, unable to process the sudden betrayal.

“As an Alpha, surely you know the value of words without a contract,” Victor sneered, adjusting his cuffs with leisurely arrogance. “They mean nothing.”

Victor was seething with internal rage. He had rushed back to the Pack House today for one specific purpose: to humiliate Theodore in front of Alpha Gideon. He had planned to use Amelia’s alleged poisoning to strike a heavy blow against the main branch’s reputation.

Instead, the plan had backfired spectacularly. Because of his miscalculation, he had been forced to sign over 10% of the group’s parent company shares to Theodore.

The anger burned in his chest like acid. He had been outmaneuvered by a crippled wolf and a woman. In his current state of fury, why would he care about the life or death of a pathetic rogue like Ethan?

“But… but you promised!” Ethan stammered, his face flushing with humiliation and rage.

Victor turned away, signaling the conversation was over. To him, Ethan was already a dead

man walking.

Ethan trembled violently. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white.

“You liar!” Ethan shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. “I betrayed my sister again for you! I stood before the Alpha King and lied for you! And you won’t give me the cure?”

He looked around the room, his eyes wild, seeking justice that wasn’t there. “Alpha Gideon, he has no honor! He is breaking his word right in front of you!”

Victor didn’t even flinch at the accusation. He looked at Ethan with eyes full of boredom.

“Do you think a man of Alpha Gideon’s stature cares about the buzzing of an insect?” Victor asked dismissively. “Blame your own stupidity. You believed a ghost story because you are

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weak.”

Amelia watched the scene with cold amusement. She stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“He is right, you know,” Amelia said softly, deliberately twisting the knife in Ethan’s open wound. “You really are stupid, Ethan.”

Ethan looked at her, betrayal and shock written all over his face.

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“You trust people without holding any leverage,” Amelia continued ruthlessly. “First, you let Celine play you like a fiddle, destroying your relationship with your family. Now, you let Victor use you as a disposable gun. You never learn, do you?”

Inside her mind, her wolf Ava flicked her tail in disdain.

*“His stupidity is terminal,”* Ava growled. *“He isn’t even worth the waste of breath it takes to

mock him.“*

Amelia’s words hit Ethan harder than the poison coursing through his veins. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shame of being laid bare by the sister he had wronged.

Tears of frustration and despair welled in his eyes.

“I was tricked!” Ethan pleaded, his voice breaking into a sob. “I didn’t know he would do this! Amelia, please. I’ve paid for my mistakes. My legs are ruined. I’ve been hamstrung. I lost the inheritance. I have nothing left!”

He looked at her with wide, red–rimmed eyes, begging for salvation. “Why can’t you just forgive me? We are blood!”

Amelia stared at him, her face a mask of indifference.

“No,” she said simply.

The light in Ethan’s eyes died instantly. He looked like a man whose soul had been crushed.

Seeing his utter devastation, Amelia decided to ensure he lived the rest of his short life in agonizing regret.

“You know,” she said, her tone deceptively light. “If you hadn’t come here today to testify against me… if you hadn’t chosen to hurt me one last time… I might have eventually taken pity on you. I might have cured you for the sake of our blood.”

It was a lie. A vicious, calculated lie. She never intended to cure him, not after everything he

had done.

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But Ethan didn’t know that.

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His face crumpled in agony. The weight of ‘what if‘ crushed him. If only he hadn’t come. If only he had stayed away.

Butler Winston stepped forward from the shadows, his expression polite but firm.

“Mr. Stone,” Winston said. “Please.”

He gripped Ethan’s arm and dragged the broken, sobbing man out of the hall.

The drama was over. The air in the room settled.

Theodore looked at Victor’s dark expression. A faint, triumphant smirk played on his lips.

“Dinner is served,” Theodore announced, his voice smooth. “Victor, Vivian, why don’t you stay?

We should celebrate.”

Victor’s jaw tightened.

“Celebrate what?” he gritted out.

“My acquisition of the shares, of course,” Theodore replied.

It was salt in the wound. Victor felt a vein throb in his temple. He wanted to flip the table, but he forced himself to remain calm.

“We must decline,” Victor said stiffly. “Vivian has just recovered. She is weak. We need to return to tell our parents the… news.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed Vivian’s arm.

“Let’s go.”

They bowed hastily to Alpha Gideon and practically ran out of the front hall, moving as if the hounds of hell were at their heels.

Once they were in the car and speeding away from the Crimson estate, the silence was

broken.

“Why did you agree?” Vivian screamed, clutching her chest. “Why did you give him the shares? Would Grandpa really have watched me die?”

Victor pulled a cigarette from his pocket. His hands shook slightly as he lit it. He took a deep drag, filling the car with smoke to calm his nerves.

“Didn’t you see it?” Victor asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Grandpa’s attitude toward

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Amelia.”

Vivian frowned. “What about it?”

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“He is the Alpha King,” Victor said. “Yet he allowed Amelia to dictate terms so blatantly. It was a show. A performance for us.”

He exhaled sharply. “We thought Grandpa wanted to change heirs because of Theodore’s legs. We were wrong. He never intended to replace Theodore.”

Victor looked out the window at the passing dark trees.

“Tonight was just an excuse,” he muttered. “He used Amelia to transfer those shares back to Theodore legally. We are just tools, Vivian. Grindstones to forge Theodore into a sharper weapon.”

Vivian slumped back in her seat. The reality washed over her.

“So we are nothing?” she whispered. “We are just supposed to rot in Africa while he rules?”

She thought of the harsh mines and the isolation.

“I won’t accept it,” she hissed.

Only when the car left the territory boundaries did Victor speak again. His eyes were cold, shining with a dangerous light.

“I won’t accept it either,” he said softly.

He remembered the exile. The shame. When he was sent to the mines, the other young heirs mocked him. They called him Theodore’s stepping stone.

He had swallowed that humiliation for years. He had sworn to return and take the North.

“I thought Grandpa would give up on the Rightful Heir,” Victor said, his voice dripping with venom. “But tonight proved me wrong. He will never abandon Theodore.”

Victor crushed the cigarette in the ashtray.

“If I can’t win from the inside, I will destroy it from the outside,” he decided.

A dark plan formed in his mind. The Drake Pack had been waiting for an opening.

“If I can’t have the Crimson Moon Pack, then no one will,” Victor growled. “I have my assets in Africa. Even if this Pack burns to the ground, I will still be a king in my own domain.”

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