Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 231

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Chapter 229

Nick’s POV

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The atmosphere around me is anything but pleasant. I can feel the tension radiating off Imema like heat from a furnace. We had been so sure of securing first place, so confident that Talia would finally be put in her place. Instead, she snatched victory right out from under us.

Imema clenches her fists unconsciously. I see her knuckles go

white. Her teeth grind together in frustration, a small sound

that only I can hear. Talia is indeed her sworn enemy. The

one person she cannot seem to defeat, no matter how hard

she tries.

Just then, my phone rings. I glance at the screen and see

Kade’s name flashing. I waste no time picking up.

“Dad, what is up?”

Kade’s tone is filled with satisfaction. I can practically hear

him smiling through the phone. “Nick, well done. You finally did something smart for once.”

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races, trying to piece together what he means. I blink in

confusion.

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“What did I do?”

Kade chuckles. “Are you not livestreaming right now? Talia is trending again. And since the stream comes from your

account, online discussions are blowing up.” He pauses. “Many people are starting to think that the last incident was just a publicity stunt between you and Talia…”

I do not hear another word after that. My face goes completely blank. The blood drains from my cheeks. Slowly, like a man moving through water, I turn to look at the phone resting nearby on its stand.

I had been so confident. So certain that Talia had no chance of turning the tables this time. The evidence was clear. The judge’s accusation was damning. I thought I had finally

caught her.

So I set up my phone with a stand, found a good angle, and left it there to stream. No need to hold it. No need to worry

about shaky footage or tired arms.

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up a phone for a live broadcast is inconvenient and

exhausting. I wanted to enjoy the show, not work as a

cameraman.

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I had been so caught up in watching Talia squirm that I

completely forgot the stream was still running.

The livestream.

That is still broadcasting. Right now. To thousands of people.

Every word of Talia’s flawless Norvish. Every moment of

James‘ humiliation. Every second of Talia’s perfect score.

All of it. Live. Unedited. Unstoppable.

At this moment, my livestream is filled with comments and

virtual gifts. The chat is moving so fast I cannot even read

individual messages. Gifts are pouring in like rain.

I had meticulously planned for Talia’s humiliation. I used a

high–performance phone to ensure the stream would not lag or crash when the audience burst into laughter at her expense. I wanted smooth, uninterrupted footage of her

downfall.

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But things did not go as I hoped.

Instead of being mocked, Talia has gained an even larger group of devoted fans. People are rallying behind her. Defending her. Praising her.

At the same time, viewers are furiously accusing James of being a biased judge. They insist he must have accepted bribes to make things difficult for Talia. Some are already

calling for an investigation.

Flustered, my hands shaking, I hastily end the livestream. The screen goes dark.

But it is too late. The damage is done.

Imema’s POV

I watch everything unfold, and rage simmers beneath my

skin. Hot and uncontrollable.

This useless fool.

Why have I been foolish enough to trust Nick’s words?

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Every single time, Talia not only turns the tables but also manages to highlight her own excellence even more. She uses Nick’s attacks as platforms. She turns his traps into

stages.

A chilling thought strikes me. Cold and unwelcome.

I abruptly turn to look beside me. Aires and Aeson are both staring intently in Talia’s direction. Aeson’s eyes are wide with something I cannot name. Aires’s expression is unreadable,

but his gaze is fixed, unwavering.

A wave of unease washes over me.

Getting rid of Talia is not going to be simple. Every attempt

makes her stronger. Every attack makes her more beloved. It

is like trying to put out a fire with gasoline.

Do I really have to go to that person?

The thought makes my stomach clench. I have been avoiding

that path for years. For good reason.

Just then, my phone vibrates. A strange feeling rises in my chest, prickling at the back of my neck. I glance at the

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screen.

The sender is an unknown number. No name. No

identification.

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The message is short. Just a few words.

[If you cannot handle it, come back. I am waiting for you.]

My hands tremble. The phone slips through my fingers and

clatters to the floor.

Aires notices my reaction. His head turns toward me, his

brow furrowed. “Imema, what is wrong?”

I force a smile onto my face, though it feels like it might

crack. “Nothing…” I pick up the phone quickly, hiding the

screen. “I have been sitting here for too long. My body feels a

little weak.”

My fake illness is improving. It has to. A terminal illness

cannot miraculously vanish overnight. There has to be a gradual recovery process. Doctors have to be consulted. Treatments have to be administered.

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before, I still use my condition as an excuse to call Aires over frequently. A headache here. Dizziness there. Nothing too dramatic, just enough to keep him concerned.

Right now, it is acting as a perfect excuse to save my dignity.

Aires’s gaze lingers on me for a moment longer. Then he nods and turns back toward the stage, and I let out a breath I have been holding for way too long.

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