Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 129

Talia’s POV

The apartment door swings open, and I find Electra curled on couch, scrolling through her phone. The moment she sees my face, her expression shifts. She knows.

my

“He stood you up again, didn’t he?”

I nod, letting myself sink into the cushions. “Aires didn’t show. But the main problem was Nick.”

“Nick?” Her eyebrows shoot up,

I tell her everything–the waiting, the calls, Nick’s smug voice on the other end of the line, the guards at the hospital floor, the way he hung up before I could even say the word divorce.

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Electra’s face cycles through disbelief, fury, and finally incredulous laughter. “He did what? He actually thinks you’re chasing after Aires? That you’re trying to win him back?” She shakes her head. “Idiot. Absolute idiot.”

I laugh too, though there’s no humor in it. “I’ll try again tomorrow. Reschedule. Imema can’t be sick forever.”

Electra mutters a few more creative insults about Nick’s intelligence, then suddenly straightens, her eyes lighting up.

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“Oh! I almost forgot why I came here.” She practically bounces on the couch. “I have good news! Great news!”

Her excitement is contagious despite everything. “What is it?”

“Talia, you’re famous!” She shoves her phone into my hands. “Remember the competition with Robin? Someone posted the video of you playing. It’s everywhere.”

I look at the screen. Numbers that make no sense. Views in the millions. Comments flooding in faster than I can read.

“Ten million followers,” Electra says, her voice breathless. “Almost ten million. And that video? It’s gone completely viral. People are sharing it everywhere.”

I scroll through the comments, dazed.

Who is she?

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

I’ve watched this twenty times. I’m not stopping.

She plays like an angel.

Electra leans over my shoulder, pointing at the screen. “You and Bernard are planning a tour, right? This is perfect. The perfect lach. You couldn’t ask for better timing.”

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I know what she’s not saying. In this world, talent isn’t enough. You need visibility, attention, momentum. Imema had Aires’s

behind her, an entire machine built to manufacture fame. Bernard struggled for years without that backing.

money

But this? This is organic. Real. Millions of people who heard my music and decided it mattered.

“Was this Mr. Thompson’s doing?” I ask, looking for the origin of the stream.

Electra shakes her head firmly. “No. Raymond and I watched together, but he didn’t record anything. From the angle…” She studies the screen. “This came from the Perseus family section. Someone from their side was live streaming. But honestly?” She grins. “Does it matter? Someone did something right for once.”

I laugh, genuinely this time. “That’s a first.”

Electra’s manager instincts kick in immediately. “We need to act fast. Create an official account. Post a few more performance videos while the attention is still high. Build your platform.”

“You think that’s the right move?”

“I know it is.” She’s already pulling out her own phone, planning. “Look at what Aires spent to make Imema famous. Millions, probably. All that money, and she’s still exactly where

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she started. But this?” She gestures at the screen. “This is real. People want to hear you. They want to know you. We’d be stupid not to take advantage.”

She’s right. I’ve been away from the violin for five years. Bernard’s invitation was a kindness, a way back. But I can’t rely on him forever. I need to build something of my own.

“Let’s do it,” I say. “Let’s set up the account.”

Electra whoops, already typing. “Okay, what should we call you? Just your name? Something more dramatic? You need a tagline, something that captures the whole-” She waves vaguely. “You know. The mysterious violinist who appeared out of nowhere and stunned everyone.”

I think about it. About the woman who walked onto that stage and played like her mother was watching. About the life I left behind and the life I’m trying to build.

“Just Talia. For now, that should enough.”

Electra grins.

“Then Talia it is! But when you’re famous, when you’re playing

in concert halls around the world… I’m coming up with something way more creative and much better.”

Nick’s POV

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The hospital room is quiet now. Aires left an hour ago, called back to the packhouse for some urgent matter. I watch the door where he disappeared, satisfaction curling in my chest.

My phone buzzes from a message from the guard I stationed downstairs.

[Ms. Perseus has left the building.]

I smile.

“Imema.” I turn back to the bed. “Talia came to the hospital, just like I said she would. She tried to get up here, but I had the entire floor locked down. She couldn’t get past the guards.”

Imema’s eyes widen, then narrow with calculation. “She actually came? Here?”

“Of course she did.” I settle into the chair beside her bed. “She couldn’t stand the thought of Aires spending the day with you. She was probably going to make a scene, try to drag him away.”

I lean back, pleased with myself. “But I was prepared. She didn’t stand a chance.”

Imema’s smile is slow, satisfied. “You thought of everything, Nick. I wouldn’t have seen all the angles.”

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I wave off her praise, though it feels good. Better than good. “You’re too innocent, Intema. You need someone watching your back against someone as cunning as Talia.”

She laughs softly, but then her expression shifts. “Aires didn’t go to her today, but what about tomorrow? What if he tries again?”

“Don’t worry.” I lean forward, confident. “Starting tomorrow, Aires won’t have time for Talia. We found the perfect doctor for your treatment. Aires’s taking you to see him tomorrow. And your concert preparations are moving fast. Between treatments and rehearsals, Aires will be too busy focusing on you to think about her.”

Imema’s face freezes. “A perfect doctor?”

“That old man Jack, remember? The one who treats all those stubborn cases… we are getting you an appointment first thing tomorrow.”

Imema’s POV

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For a moment, I freeze.

“Imema, is something wrong?”

I force a smile, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

Ng, it’s nothing. I just don’t want you and Aires to wory so 5:13

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looking at?

My pulse quickens. I can’t let this happen.

“I just don’t want to be a burden,” I say quietly. “You’ve already done so much. Aires especially. He should be focusing on his marriage, on Aeson. Not running after me.”

Nick snorts. “His marriage? That’s not a marriage. Talia trapped him, Imema. You know that, everyone knows that. Aires never wanted her… he still wants you.”

I let my eyes glisten. “That was a long time ago. Things change.”

his

“Nothing changed.” His voice is fierce. “He still loves you. I see it time he looks at you. Every time your name comes up, every whole face changes.”

I look away, letting him believe I’m overcome with emotion.

“We’re going to this doctor tomorrow,” Nick says firmly. “He’s supposed to be the best. If anyone can help you, it’s him.”

“I’m tired, Nick.” I let my voice fade, my eyes droop. “Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow.”

He stands immediately. “Of course. You rest. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

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He pauses at the door, looking back. “We’re going to fix this, Imema. I promise.”

The door closes. I can’t refuse directly… but there has to be another way, a way to keep Aires close without risking exposure.

I close my eyes, letting my breathing slow down.

Tomorrow, I’ll find a way… like I always do.

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