Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Kneeling for Four Hours

Amelia’s POV:

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The next message came through, “Amelia, the Scott family isn’t one to mess with. Does your father know about this?”

I frowned. Of course, my father didn’t know. If he found out I was using the family’s connections in Mervia to settle a personal grudge, he’d disown me.

But it didn’t matter. Once this was done and Liam came crawling back to apologize, I’d explain it to my father. By that point, it would be too late to change anything. The Scott family would be the ones at fault, and my father would just scold me a little.

“Do your job. You’ll be paid well,” I texted back.

I set my phone down and walked to the window. Matthew’s car was long gone. Only the deepening dusk filled the courtyard.

The butler brought in coffee and said softly, “Ms Marshall, Mr. Matthew Scott did not look pleased when he left. Moon-Shadowed Pack is a powerful force here in Maritime City. Perhaps we should…”

“Should what?” I cut him off coldly. “When Liam humiliated me, did anyone ask if he should have shown some restraint? Now that they’re feeling the pressure, it’s suddenly a problem? Too late.”

The butler lowered his head and fell silent.

But deep down, I knew he was right. Matthew coming here personally today was an offer to settle things. If I kept pushing, it would mean a complete break.

I just couldn’t swallow my pride.

Ever since I was a child, because I was an Omega because the Marshall family needed marriages to strengthen our position, I was forced into countless matchmaking meetings. I was evaluated and picked over like merchandise Liam was my father’s carefully chosen candidate-a direct descendant of the Scott family, a pure-blood Alpha, capable and handsome.

I’d even allowed myself to feel some hope about him.

But he’d thrown me over for another woman, right in front of everyone.

The humiliation burned deep in my chest, a seating pain that left an indelible mark.

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Chapter 220 Kneeling for Four Hours

Penelope’s POV:

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I was in the meeting hall of the Moon-Shadow Manor when Matthew’s call came in. I was listening to a report on recent trade with eastern werewolf clans. I raised a hand, and the housekeeper immediately ushered everyone else out.

“Penelope, I need a favor. You’re quite familiar with the Marshall family, right?” Matthew’s voice came through the receiver, carrying a rare urgency. He rarely asked me for help, so my interest was immediately piqued.

After hearing the reason, I agreed readily, “Liams practically grown up before my eyes. Don’t worry. I’ll handle the Marshall family.” I paused, adding just the right note of difficulty to my voice. “It’s just that, coincidentally, there’s a small matter I could use your help with as well.”

After hanging up, I left the meeting hall. The housekeeper followed close behind. I gave him a few quiet instructions about the Marshall family. “Get it done quickly. I want feedback by

tomorrow.”

“Yes.” He nodded. Then he added, “Also, Mr. Samuel Scott has been kneeling in the dark room for four hours now. Will you go see him?”

Samuel was my adopted son and the pawn I’d carefully groomed for twenty years. He was a pure-blood Alpha, brilliant and ruthless. He should have been my perfect tool for controlling the Scott family.

But ever since Natalie-that damned illegitimate daughter of Alexander-returned to Maritime City, Samuel had been like a man possessed. Several moves against her had failed. The most recent one had even hurt my own business interests. My patience was wearing thin.

Useless! I didn’t want to see him. But remembering he still had his uses, I went to the dark

room anyway.

My heels clicked as I walked to the deepest part of the mansion. The dark room was underground, originally a wartime bomb shelter I’d converted into a punishment chamber. One was a bedroom, the other a study-both sealed and stuffy, unbearably hot in summer and freezing in winter, damp and musty. It was ideal place for discipline.

I’d always believed in discipline. I thought only those trained rigorously from childhood would grow up

grow up without losing control.

Ever since he was a boy, whenever Samuel made a mistake, he’d be locked in here to kneel or sit in solitary reflection. The longest time was two weeks.

But he’d been eager to learn. He had a good memory for his lessons. For any mistake he was punished for, he would never make it a second time. After he came of age, I’d hardly had reason to punish him at all.

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