Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Celine’s Trade

(Author’s POV)

“Two million?!”

The chef’s voice trembled violently over the phone. “You want me to do what?”

Shock and naked greed warred in his tone. For a lowly Omega working the hot stoves of the Stone River

Pack kitchen, this was an astronomical sum. It was more wealth than he could accumulate in ten

lifetimes of scrubbing pots and peeling potatoes.

Celine clutched her phone tighter. A cold, victorious sneer curled her lips. She knew the bait was too

sweet for a servant to resist.

“It is simple,” she whispered, her voice slow and deliberate. “Just add a little ‘seasoning‘ to the dishes for Amelia’s birthday banquet tonight.”

The line went silent for a heartbeat. The air crackled with tension.

“What kind of seasoning?” The chef’s tone sharpened with sudden suspicion. “Is it a prank?”

He paused, his breathing quickening.

“Is it high–concentration Wolfsbane?” he hissed, panic rising. “Or liquid silver?”

“That is a capital offense!” he cried out, his voice cracking with fear. “I could be executed for treason by

the Alpha King’s laws. I won’t do it!”

“No, no, of course not,” Celine explained quickly, her voice soothing like honey. “It is not lethal poison. I am

not crazy.”

“It is just some herbal powder to cause severe gastric distress,” she lied smoothly. “It will ruin the party,

but it won’t kill anyone. It is harmless in the long run.”

She let out a soft laugh to ease his nerves.

“If they investigate, just say the ingredients were not fresh,” she suggested. “Or blame it on improper food

handling. What can they really do to you?”

“Think about it,” Celine added temptingly. “Even if they fire you and kick you out of the Pack House, you will

have two million dollars.”

“You can go to any human city,” she whispered. “You can buy a house. You can live a wealthy life far away

from here.”

The silence on the other end stretched long and heavy. The chef was weighing his fear of the Pack Enforcers against the massive payout.

Finally, greed won out over loyalty.

“Fine,” the chef muttered, his voice low. “But the banquet prep is starting soon. I need the powder

immediately

“And to minimize my risk,” he added firmly. “I want a deposit of one million upfront. I won’t move a muscle

without it.”

Celine did not hesitate to agree. “Done. Someone will deliver the package to the back door in one hour

She hung up the phone. The confident smile instantly vanished from her face.

Her expression turned dark and stormy. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

She had a massive problem. She didn’t have the money.

She couldn’t ask Griffin Drake for funds. He had made his disdain for her clear earlier.

Her own savings and expensive jewelry were gone. Her biological father, that wretched rogue Chuck Haden, had stolen everything and gambled it away.

Desperation clawed at her throat. She had no choice.

She scrolled through her contacts until she found Lucas Lloyd. He was her last resort.

The phone rang twice before Lucas picked up. Background noise of loud music and laughter filtered

through.

“Well, well,” Lucas’s voice came through, loud and mocking. “If it isn’t the fallen princess.”

Celine swallowed her pride. She forced her voice into a sickeningly sweet, coquettish tone.

“Lucas, darling,” she purred, trying to sound seductive. “I miss you. I need a small favor. Can you lend me

two million?”

“Borrow two million?” Lucas laughed, a harsh, grating sound that made Celine flinch. “Celine, do you think you are still the Alpha’s daughter?”

“Look at you now,” he sneered, “You are worth less than a rogue she–wolf. Your body isn’t worth that price

tag.”

Celine gripped the phone so hard her knuckles turned white. Her fingernails dug into her palm, drawing

blood.

“It is just for temporary turnover,” she pleaded softly, suppressing the urge to scream insults back at him. “I will pay you back.”

“Fine,” Lucas grunted eventually. “Come over. If your performance in bed satisfies me, I’ll give you the

money.”

The call ended abruptly.

Celine rushed to the bathroom. She fell to her knees before the toilet and retched violently.

Chapter 352. Celine’s Trade

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Bile burned her throat. Tears of humiliation streamed down her face.

She used to be the jewel of the Stone family. She was the pristine heir.

Now she had to sell her body to a useless trust fund baby like Lucas just to survive.

She wiped her mouth and looked into the mirror. Her reflection stared back, pale and trembling, but her

eyes burned with hatred.

“Amelia Stone,” she hissed at the glass. “This is all your fault.”

“This will be the last birthday you ever celebrate,” she vowed.

(Amelia’s POV)

At noon, the atmosphere in Starlight Entertainment was electric.

Anya burst into my office. Her face was flushed with excitement.

“Miss Stone! Look at the market!” she exclaimed, waving her tablet. “Starlight Entertainment’s stock is

soaring!”

She placed the device on my desk. The graph was a beautiful upward line.

“Gale Entertainment is crashing,” Anya added gleefully. “Even Caleb’s new song release didn’t stop the

drop. The public isn’t buying it.”

I glanced at the numbers calmly. This was exactly what I expected.

“This is just the beginning of their fall,” I said coolly.

I walked to the door and looked at the staff gathered outside. They looked anxious but hopeful.

“Our new projects will reach new heights,” I announced, my voice steady and confident. “Everyone who stays loyal to Starlight will be rewarded generously.”

Cheers erupted from the team.

By evening, I was sitting in my car, ready to head to the Stone River Pack House.

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