Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 253

Chapter 251

Talia’s POV

The final sentence comes out in flawless Germinese. The words

roll off my tongue like I have been speaking the language my entire life.

A stunned silence follows. The two foreign men stiffen, their smugness vanishing in an instant. Their faces drain of color.

“She… she speaks Germinese?” One of them whispers to the other, his voice barely audible.

“What the hell?” The other shakes his head. “Did not he say she could not even understand Engnese?”

The crowd’s reaction is immediate. Faces flush with embarrassment. People shift on their feet, avoiding ny gaze. The ones who were laughing, who were whispering, who were looking at me like I was something they scraped off their shoe.

They are not laughing now.

“Ms. Green.”

A soft, almost soothing voice cuts through the tension. Imema steps forward, her face carrying an air of gentle persuasion. Her expression is kind, understanding, like she is trying to calm 12:50

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hysterical child.

“Let us not escalate things.” She smiles, small and measured. “Mr. Adler made the effort to travel all the way to Starlight City to host this event. Surely, we should not waste the evening arguing over misunderstandings.”

She glances around at the crowd, including them in her plea. “As guests, we should respect the host and keep the focus on music, not unnecessary drama.” She pauses, letting her words settle. “Besides… it was just a harmless joke, was it not?”

Imema’s POV

The moment I speak, people quickly seize the excuse to shift the narrative. They nod along, eager to distance themselves from their own behavior.

“Yes, it was just a joke. No need to take it so seriously.”

“This is a music event, not a place for personal disputes. Take your grievances elsewhere.”

“Come on, do not blow things out of proportion. It will not benefit anyone if this turns into a scandal.”

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heard them. They were perfectly happy to join in when they thought she could not understand.

If apologies were required, they would have to apologize too. Who wants to publicly humiliate themselves like that?

I watch the situation shift in my favor. The corners of my lips curve slightly.

Talia is so naïve.

Does she really think she can force an entire crowd to apologize? These people have egos. They have reputations. They will close ranks before they admit fault.

If she had focused on just Nick and the two foreign men, that might have been reasonable. But demanding accountability from

everyone?

That is just stupidity.

Talia turns to me. Her voice is calm but razor–sharp.

“They say people attract those who share their values.” She looks at me, then at Nick. “Nick’s warped sense of morality makes sense–considering the kind of homewrecker friends he keeps.”

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slap.

“You… you are making things up!”

“Oh, am I?” Talia’s lips curl. “Should we ask Aires?” She tilts her head. “Should we ask him if he divorced me because of you?”

She casually lifts her phone again, the screen glowing in the dim light. “I also have a signed divorce agreement with Aires. Maybe I should share that with everyone here.”

Her voice remains composed, but her words carry lethal

precision.

“Oh, and let us not forget—Aires Perseus, CEO of Perseus Group, is a well–known figure here in Starlight City.” She glances around the room. “I am sure everyone recognizes his

name.”

Talia meets my shrinking pupils with a smile. Her voice is calm yet edged with steel.

“Of course, if you think I am slandering you, feel free to call the police and have me arrested.”

Cold sweat breaks out across my skin. My heart pounds against my ribs.

honly intended to twist the knife a little. To watch Talin

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flounder, to see her struggle against the weight of the crowd. Instead, she has flipped the script in an instant, cornering me instead.

And the worst part? She actually has evidence.

This is an international event. Musicians from all over the world are present. If Talia exposes me here, my reputation will be ruined. Years of careful cultivation, of image management, of building myself up as the accomplished one–gone.

For the first time, I regret opening my mouth.

Instead of undermining Talia, I have walked straight into a trap.

A voice cuts through the murmuring crowd. “What is going on?”

Aires‘ POV

Noah returns, his sharp gaze sweeping across the scene before settling on Talia. His expression is questioning, alert. Behind him, Gerard Adler walks with measured steps, his presence commanding attention. I am right behind them.

More guests have gathered, drawn by the commotion. The crowd parts slightly as we approach.

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Talia barely spares us a glance. Without hesitation, she presses play on her phone’s recording.

Nick’s mocking voice fills the air. Word for word. Every degrading remark. Every lie. Every sneer. Laid bare for everyone to hear.

The room goes still.

Words can be twisted. Excuses can be made. But an audio

recording? Undeniable.

My eyes flicker with something I cannot name as Talia’s voice- calm, fluent Germinese–flows through the speakers.

My brow furrows slightly as I study her.

She speaks Germinese?

Not just basic, conversational phrases. Her pronunciation is flawless. The cadence, the intonation, the subtle stresses that mark a native speaker.

If Talia knows Norvish because Aeson hired a tutor or because

she has been learning alongside him, then her knowledge of

Germinese is inexplicable. Aeson only studied Engnese, Norvish, and Speinese. Germinese was not among them.

89, how did she come to know it?

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Moreover, her grammar and pronunciation are impeccable. Even if I do not want to admit it, I have to acknowledge that without experience interacting with native speakers, she could not have spoken so flawlessly.

I stare at Talia, but she does not even spare me a glance. She keeps playing the recording, her expression unchanged.

It is not until Imema speaks that I shift my attention to her.

My deep eyes sweep over her briefly. Her face is pale. Her hands are trembling at her sides. She looks trapped, cornered, like an animal caught in a snare.

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