Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Making Ethan Do Farm Work

Chapter 67: Making Ethan Do Farm Work

(Ethan’s POV)

When Amelia’s call came through, my body tensed immediately. My fingers tightened around the phone as I braced myself for another threat about the poison coursing through my veins.

“Relax, Ethan. I’m not calling to threaten you this time,” Amelia said, her voice light and casual. “That was just a little joke earlier.”

I exhaled slowly, not trusting her sudden change in tone. “Then what do you want?”

“I need you to prepare a medicinal garden in the yard behind the Briarwood House,” she said matter–of–factly. “You’ll need to plow the soil, loosen it properly, and purchase fertilizer.”

My jaw dropped. “You want me to do what?”

“Farm work, Ethan. I need you to do farm work.”

The phone nearly slipped from my grasp as rage surged through me. I’d been raised as the elite heir to the Stone River Pack, groomed for leadership and business. Now this woman- this sister I never wanted–expected me to dig in dirt like some common laborer?

“This is absurd,” I snarled, my teeth clenching so hard I thought they might c***k. “I’m the Alpha heir of Stone River Pack, not some farmhand you can order around!”

Amelia’s laugh was soft and mocking. “Is farm work really more unbearable than death?”

Her words hit like a physical blow. Memories of the poison’s effects flooded back–the searing pain that had left me writhing on the floor, gasping for breath, begging for relief. My free hand unconsciously moved to my chest, where phantom pains still lingered.

“I… I don’t know the first thing about gardening,” I said, trying to sound reasonable rather than desperate. “I’d be inefficient. Surely there are workers who could-”

“I don’t care about efficiency,” she cut in coldly. “The results are what matter, and you’re the one who’ll be exhausted. When you finish the work, I’ll give you the next dose of antidote. Not before.”

Her tone was so casual, so dismissive–as if she were discussing the weather rather than holding my life hostage. I could practically hear her smirk through the phone.

The silence stretched between us as I fought to control my breathing. Pride warred with

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survival instinct, but in the end, there was only one choice.

“Fine,” I finally whispered, the word tasting like ash. “I’ll do it.”

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“Excellent!” Amelia’s voice brightened with false cheer. “Buy the tools today. You’ll start tomorrow morning. I’ll text you the dimensions for the garden plot.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving me alone with my humiliation and rage.

With a roar, I hurled my phone across the office. It hit the wall with a satisfying c***k, the screen shattering into a spider web of fractures. The momentary release did nothing to quell the storm inside me.

I paced the length of my office, hands clenched into fists so tight my nails cut into my palms. How had it come to this? Me, Ethan Stone, reduced to digging in the dirt at the command of a sister who’d appeared from nowhere?

After several minutes, I managed to collect myself enough to press the intercom button. “Anya, come in here. Now.”

My secretary appeared moments later, clipboard clutched to her chest, her eyes wary. She’d learned to read my moods well over the years.

“I need you to clear my schedule for tomorrow morning and arrange for the purchase of gardening tools,” I said, my voice unnaturally calm. “Shovels, rakes, whatever is needed to prepare soil for planting.”

Anya’s mouth fell open slightly. “Gardening tools, sir?”

“Did I stutter?” I snapped, my composure cracking.

“No, sir, but-”

“Then do as I say!” I slammed my fist on the desk, making her jump. “And have them delivered to the Briarwood House by tonight.”

She backed toward the door, nodding rapidly. “Right away, sir.”

As the door closed behind her, I collapsed into my chair, the fight draining out of me. I was trapped, completely at Amelia’s mercy until I could find another solution.

I stared at my hands–manicured, soft, the hands of a businessman, not a laborer. Tomorrow they would be blistered and filthy, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

(Amelia’s POV)

The Onyx Fang Auction House stood imposing in the heart of Northgate City, its elegant

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facade hiding the cutthroat dealings that took place within. As I approached the private entrance, a security guard recognized me immediately and ushered me inside.

Valerius Kane was waiting in his office, rising from behind his massive desk with a warm smile that didn’t quite reach his calculating eyes.

“Miss Stone, what a pleasure,” he said, bowing slightly. “Or should I say, the renowned healer Lily? Your reputation precedes you in both identities.”

I placed the wooden box I’d been carrying on his desk. “The usual arrangement, Valerius. Three specimens of premium quality, specifically targeting common ailments in middle–aged and elderly werewolves.”

He opened the box carefully, his eyes widening appreciatively at the rare herbs nestled inside. “Exquisite as always. The moonlight herb alone will fetch a small fortune.”

“Five percent commission, as usual?” I asked, though it wasn’t really a question.

“Of course.” He closed the box reverently. “I’ll arrange the auction immediately. These will sell quickly.”

Valerius leaned back in his chair, studying me with interest. “Your brother Ethan called me recently, you know. He’s desperately seeking a healer who specializes in poisons.”

My eyebrow arched. “Is that so?”

“Indeed. I told him I might know someone–without mentioning it was you, of course.” His lips curved into a sly smile. “He seemed quite desperate.”

I couldn’t help the cold laugh that escaped me. The irony was delicious–Ethan searching for a cure, only to be unwittingly directed back to the very person who’d poisoned him.

“Would you like me to reveal your identity to him?” Valerius asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

I tilted my head. “You know what poison I used on him, don’t you? Can you guess why I poisoned him in the first place?”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he nodded slowly. “Say no more. Your secret remains

safe.”

He shook his head, a genuine smile crossing his face. “The Stone family truly is foolish. They had the chance to welcome back their true Alpha daughter, whose talents could have elevated their pack to unprecedented heights. Instead, they pushed you away, handed you to Jaxon and his mate, and made an enemy of you.”

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His gaze turned contemplative. “And now Ethan’s very life rests in his sister’s hands, and he doesn’t even know it. Tragic, really.”

“It’s because they’re idiots,” I said simply.

As if summoned by our conversation, Valerius’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and raised his eyebrows at me. “Speak of the devil.”

He put the call on speaker. “Alpha Kane speaking.”

“Mr. Kane, it’s Ethan Stone.” His voice sounded strained, exhausted. “I was wondering if you’ve had any luck locating that healer we discussed.”

Valerius’s eyes met mine, dancing with amusement. “I’m afraid not, Mr. Stone. No news yet.”

There was a heavy silence before Ethan spoke again, his voice lower, almost pleading. “Please keep looking. If you find them, I’ll make it worth your while. Whatever they want- money, rare items, favors–just name it.”

“Of course, Mr. Stone. I’ll continue making inquiries,” Valerius assured him smoothly.

After the call ended, Valerius and I looked at each other for a moment before bursting into

laughter.