Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: The Fallen Star’s Plea

(Caleb’s POV)

“Trash.”

The word echoed in my mind, slamming into my chest like a physical blow.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an iron fist.

A suffocating pain spread through my limbs, making my fingers tremble uncontrollably.

I wanted to shout. I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to tell her I was her brother.

But the words died in my throat.

I couldn’t refute her.

Looking back at how I had treated Amelia in the past…

I was indeed a complete bastard.

I had thrown away a diamond to pick up a stone. I had treated my own blood like dirt while cherishing a fake.

Beside me, Zachary seemed oblivious to the crushing weight in the air.

He checked his watch, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

“Caleb, let’s go,” he urged, his voice grating on my exposed nerves.

“Your sister is going to regret this. She has no idea what she just lost.”

I didn’t answer him.

I slowly stood up, my legs feeling heavy as lead.

I turned my head for one last look at the woman behind the desk.

Amelia didn’t even look up.

Her sapphire eyes were fixed on a document, her expression cold and indifferent.

She didn’t care.

She really didn’t care about me anymore.

Inside me, my wolf Noah let out a low, grief–filled whimper.

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*She hates us,* he mourned, curling into a ball of misery.

I lowered my head, hiding the stinging moisture in my eyes.

I looked utterly defeated.

Without another word, I turned and followed Zachary out of the office.

We walked down the corridor toward the main entrance in silence.

Just as we reached the glass doors, a man walked in from the outside.

He was wearing a faded azure casual suit, and a hat pulled low over his face.

Despite the disguise, there was something familiar about his gait.

I frowned, squinting slightly.

Then it clicked.

I leaned closer to Zachary, keeping my voice low.

“That’s Wayne,” I whispered.

Zachary stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Wayne?” he repeated. “The A–list superstar from three years ago?”

As a veteran in the entertainment industry, Zachary recognized him immediately.

Wayne had been a legend.

He had debuted at the peak of the industry, sweeping awards left and right.

But his fall had been just as spectacular.

Scandals about betraying his partner and having a sordid affair with his assistant had destroyed him overnight.

He had been completely blacklisted.

Zachary looked at the man’s slumped shoulders and worn–out clothes.

A cruel sneer curled his lips.

“Ha! Look at him,” Zachary scoffed loudly, not caring if Wayne heard.

“He must be here to audition for *The Healing Journals*.”

Zachary shook his head, his face full of mockery.

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“If Amelia actually chooses this disgraced has–been as her ma grave.”

“That drama is destined to be a colossal failure.”

I stayed silent.

My instincts told me Amelia wasn’t stupid.

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But casting Wayne? That was a risk that could sink the whole company.

A flicker of worry for her rose in my chest, but I pushed it down.

I had no right to worry about her anymore.

We stepped out into the sunlight.

“So,” Zachary said, turning to me. “Shall we go straight to Gale Entertainment? We need to

announce your

arrival.”

I stopped and shook my head.

“No,” I said firmly.

“I’m not going to the company yet.”

“I need a recording studio. A private one.”

Zachary looked confused. “What for?”

“I’m going to lock myself in,” I replied, staring at the pavement.

“I’m going to write new songs. I won’t come out until next month.”

I clenched my fists at my sides.

I couldn’t just be a pretty face anymore.

I had to create something real. Something powerful.

I had to stand at the absolute peak of the music world.

Maybe then… just maybe…

Amelia would look at me again.

Maybe she would see that I wasn’t just trash.

(Amelia’s POV)

A few minutes later, a knock sounded on my office door.

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“Come in,” I called out.

Anya poked her head in.

“Miss Stone, he’s here. Wayne is waiting outside.”

I nodded, putting down my pen.

“Send him in.”

The door opened wider, and a man stepped inside.

He moved hesitantly, like a stray dog expecting a kick.

“Please, sit,” I said, pointing to the sofa in the reception area.

Wayne sat down on the edge of the cushion.

He reached up and took off his hat and mask.

“Water, please,” he rasped. “Just water.”

Anya poured him a glass and left the room quietly.

I leaned back in my chair, studying him openly.

His face was gaunt, cheeks hollowed out by stress and hardship.

But his eyes…

There was a fire in them.

It was buried deep under layers of despair, but it was there.

A resilience that refused to be extinguished.

It was perfect.

He was exactly what I needed for the male lead of *The Healing Journals*.

Inside my mind, Ava lifted her head.

Her silver ears twitched as she sniffed the air.

*No malice,* she observed, her voice calm. *Just… heavy oppression. Like he is carrying a

mountain.*

I decided to cut straight to the chase.

“Wayne,” I said, my voice steady.

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“I know about your past. The scandals. The blacklist.”

He flinched slightly but held my gaze.

“Is there a hidden story behind the material that ruined your reputation?” I asked.

“If there is, tell me. I can help you solve it.”

Wayne stared at me.

His eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of deception.

“I have heard rumors about you, Alpha Stone,” he said slowly.

“They say you have connections with the Crimson Moon Pack in the Northern Territories.”

“They say you aren’t afraid of the Drake family.”

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly on his knees.

“It is because I heard of your power that I came here today.”

He suddenly leaned forward, his eyes burning with desperation.

“I am not here for a role,” he choked out.

“I am here to beg you.”

“Please, save my girlfriend, Zoey.”

I raised an eyebrow.

I had expected a story about a manager betraying him, or a rival setting him up.

I didn’t expect a plea for rescue.

“Tell me,” I commanded softly.

Wayne clasped his hands together so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Three years ago, I won the Best Actor award,” he began, his voice hollow.

“I thought it was my talent. I was a fool.”

“It was Zoey. She was supporting me from the shadows the whole time.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“There is a very powerful Alpha,” Wayne whispered.

He didn’t say the name, but the fear in his eyes spoke volumes.

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“He is someone even ordinary Alphas dare not offend. He… he tuun

My eyes narrowed.

“Zoey didn’t want to hold me back,” Wayne continued, tears welling in his eyes.

“She wanted me to have resources. To have a career. So she submitted to him.”

“But my success made that man jealous.”

“He couldn’t stand that I was in the spotlight while he was in the dark.”

“So, he arranged the car accident.”

Wayne pointed to a faint scar on his forehead.

“I was lucky. I survived.”

“But my assistant… she died in that crash.”

A look of pure agony crossed his face.

“That monster used her death perfectly.”

“He framed me. He said I was having an affair with her. He destroyed my name to bury the truth.”

“And Zoey…” Wayne’s voice broke.

“He forced her into the entertainment industry. Not to make her a star.”

“But for his own sick amusement. To watch her struggle.”

I held up a hand to stop him.

“Wait,” I said sharply.

“Did Zoey tell you all of this herself?”

Wayne froze.

He looked down at his hands, a bitter smile twisting his lips.

“No,” he admitted.

“She never said a word. She pushed me away.”

“But I know her,” he said fiercely, looking up at me. “I know her soul.”

“These are my deductions based on everything that happened. Based on the hints she dropped before she left me.”

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“Have you seen her interviews lately?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“Her eyes… they are empty. Like a puppet with its strings cut.”

“If someone doesn’t save her soon, she is going to kill herself.”

“I can feel it.”

His expression was deadly serious.

There was a glint of madness in his eyes, the kind born of absolute desperation.

“Wayne,” I said calmly. “Without evidence, this sounds like the paranoid fantasy of a ruined man.”

“Do you believe me?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I looked at him for a long moment.

The silence stretched between us.

“Your image and temperament are exactly what I need for my male lead,” I said finally.

“And Director Liam vouched for your character.”

I leaned forward, placing my hands on the desk.

“So, yes. I am willing to investigate this.”

“I will verify if there is really an untouchable figure behind Zoey.”

Wayne’s face crumpled with relief.

“Thank you,” he gasped.

But then, his expression shifted again.

The relief was replaced by a deep, gnawing fear.

“But Alpha Stone…” he hesitated.

“Even if you prove I am telling the truth…”

He looked around the room as if the walls had ears.

“That Alpha’s background is unfathomable.”

“I am terrified that by helping me, you will drag yourself into a danger you cannot escape.”

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