Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: The Price of Betrayal

Chapter 345: The Price of Betrayal

(Author’s POV)

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Lyra sat on the worn fabric sofa in the cramped living room, the dim light casting long shadows across her face. She looked up at Caleb, who was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What makes you so happy?” she asked, her tone laced with confusion and irritability.

Since they had been forced into this shabby rental house, Caleb had been a ghost of his former self. He spent his days moping, his face a mask of gloom. He usually treated Lyra with cold indifference, barely acknowledging her presence. Seeing him in this state of high excitement was bizarre, almost unsettling.

Caleb grabbed a thick, cream–colored envelope from the scarred coffee table and held it up like a trophy.

“Look at this! It’s an invitation.”

He waved it in the air, his eyes shining.

“It’s for Amelia’s birthday banquet.”

Adrian, who had been pacing near the window, frowned deeply. He walked over, his heavy footsteps echoing on the cheap laminate floor. He snatched one of the invitations from the pile and examined it

closely.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the elegant calligraphy. Suspicion clouded his gaze. Amelia, that ungrateful wretch, had never shown a shred of mercy to the family since her return. She had been ruthless in cutting ties and seizing power. Why would she suddenly take the initiative to send them an invitation?

Lyra leaned over Adrian’s shoulder and saw her own name embossed in gold foil on the card. A wave of annoyance washed over her, replacing her confusion.

“If I had known she sent these, we wouldn’t have had to swallow our pride today,” she hissed through

gritted teeth.

The memory of begging the Old Alpha, Alaric, for forgiveness burned in her mind. They had humiliated

themselves for nothing.

Caleb looked between his father and his aunt. Their lack of joy was palpable. His smile faltered, and disappointment crept into his voice.

“Aren’t you happy? She wants us there.”

Adrian saw the dejection in his son’s eyes. He quickly masked the darkness in his gaze, replacing it with

the warm, benevolent expression of a loving father.

“We aren’t surprised because Grandpa already told us we could go,” Adrian lied smoothly, placing a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “We knew this was coming, son. That’s why we aren’t jumping for joy.”

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Caleb’s face lit up again, his naivety blinding him to the tension in the room.

“I knew it! This must be her way of asking for reconciliation. She wants the family back together.”

Adrian nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

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“Yes, exactly. Now, go to your room and prepare your suit. You need to look your best for your sister.”

Caleb nodded eagerly and ran off to his room, clutching the invitation to his chest.

As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, Adrian’s smile vanished instantly. His face twisted into a scowl, the mask of the kind father dissolving into cold calculation.

He turned to Lyra, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.

“Go rest. Save your energy.”

Lyra looked at him, waiting for instructions.

“Tomorrow, your only job is to stir the pot,” Adrian instructed, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You control

the narrative. Make everyone doubt her. Make them see her as incompetent and cruel. Leave the rest to

me.”

Lyra smirked, understanding the plan perfectly, and retreated to her room.

Adrian entered his own small bedroom and locked the door. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out

a burner phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed Griffin’s number.

“Is everything ready?” Adrian whispered into the receiver, his voice tight with anxiety. “The assassination

plan against Amelia… it has to be foolproof.”

He gripped the phone tighter.

“This determines if I get Stone River Botanicals back. It determines the rest of my life.”

Griffin’s voice came through the speaker, cold, confident, and utterly detached.

“Relax, Adrian. I hired top professional assassins from the European territories. Every piece of evidence

will point to enemies Amelia made herself. It will never trace back to you.”

Adrian let out a long breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. “Good.”

Meanwhile, in a luxury VIP box in Obsidian City, Griffin ended the call and tossed the phone onto the velvet

sofa.

His assistant hurried into the room, looking pale and nervous.

“Sir, we have bad news,” the assistant stammered.

Griffin glared at him. “Speak.”

“The spy we arranged to intercept Livia and take her to Northhaven has gone silent,” the assistant reported, avoiding Griffin’s eyes. “We don’t know what happened, but intelligence confirms Livia is already

Chapter 945 The Price of Betrayal, back in Northhaven.”

Griffin froze.

“And who transported her?”

“We… we can’t find out,” the assistant admitted.

Griffin slammed his hand onto the table, making the glasses rattle.

“Useless idiots!”

A flicker of unease ignited in his chest. Could there be a force behind Amelia even stronger than

Theodore? Someone they hadn’t accounted for?

He clenched his jaw, pushing the fear aside. It was too late to turn back now.

“Proceed with the plan tomorrow,” Griffin ordered, his voice icy. “If it fails, Adrian is just the fall guy

anyway.”

Having dealt with the business, Griffin turned his gaze to the man slumped on the opposite sofa.

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Arthur York looked like a corpse. The once arrogant Alpha was drowning in misery, his face gray and

haggard.

Earlier that morning, the paternity test results had arrived. Hugh York, the son he had raised for twenty–two

years, was not his blood.

Arthur grabbed a bottle of strong liquor and took a swig, his eyes hollow.

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