Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217

My mother held me through it all, murmuring soothing words and stroking my hair, letting me cry until I was completely exhausted. Only then did she help me to my room, tucking me into bed like she had when I was a child.

The next day, I didn’t wake until well past noon, my swollen eyes protesting against the bright sunlight. My phone sat on the nightstand vibrating insistently, the notification counter already past ninety-nine messages.

I unlocked the screen to find our group chat in absolute chaos. The trigger was Celeste’s apology video-deliberately pushed only trending topics. While many viewers had responded with sympathy, Sienna and the others had deployed their own resources to flood the comments with counter-perspectives, calling out Celeste’s manipulative tactics.

These critical comments were gaining traction. People who had harbored private doubts about Celeste’s carefully constructed image were finding the courage to voice their skepticism.

But then Daemon had intervened. His team had launched a professional damage control operation,, issuing statements that defended Celeste’s intentions, framing her actions as nothing more than genuine remorse.

I stared at the screenshots Sienna had forwarded and felt absolutely nothing.

Sienna: That bastard Daemon! PROTECTING HIS MISTRESS right in front of everyone! This is disgusting!

Lily: I can only say… wow.

Jade: Violet, are you okay? Do you need us to come over?

I typed out a response: I’m fine. I really don’t care about any of this anymore. Don’t worry about me.

And it was true. Whatever the outside world thought no longer had the power to wound me.

But Daemon’s next move, executed the following day, managed to surprise me.

A representative from his legal team arrived at my parents house carrying a leather portfolio, presenting me with a formal property division agreement. I accepted the document with cautious confusion, settling into a chair to review its contents with growing

disbelief.

The agreement proposed to redistribute Daemon’s assets, allocating half of his registered vehicles, properties, and liquid capital to me, along with ten percent of Blackwood Dynamics’ shares.

While my family was comfortable, we operated on a completely different scale than Blackwood Dynamics. The assets Daemon was offering represented wealth nearly equivalent to my entire family’s business value. This wasn’t a token gesture. This was substantial, transformative money.

1 sat staring at the agreement for a long time before finally reaching for my phone and calling Daemon.

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He answered almost immediately. “Did you receive the agreement?”

“I did. What is this supposed to mean?”

I showed it to my parents first. They approved.” His response came matter-of-fact. This represents what I owe you. I can’t

compensate you for the physical and emotional damage I’ve caused, but I can ensure you’re provided for materially.

I knew I should sign immediately. But something held me back-the recognition that accepting this settlement would somehow

finalize everything, would serve as tacit agreement that he had adequately addressed all the harm he’d caused.

“I need time to think about it,” I heard myself saying.

“When you’ve signed it, call me.”

He ended the call with characteristic abruptness.

I hadn’t been sitting there long when my father returned home. He noticed the papers immediately, his expression shifting from curiosity to something harder. I explained the situation in brief, factual terms.

At the mention of Daemon’s name, my father’s face darkened. He took the agreement from my hands, scanning through it before letting out a derisive sound. “Hmph. At least he’s generous in this one respect. Too bad that’s the only area where he behaves like a

decent person.”

“Violet, this decision is yours to make,” my father continued. “Our family has more than enough resources to support you comfortably. We don’t need his money. What we want is dignity, respect. Taking this settlement is your right-you’re entitled to compensation. Refusing it would demonstrate pride and strength of character. I’ll understand and support whatever choice you

make.”

“Alright,” I said finally. “I told Daemon the agreement would stay with me while I consider it carefully.”

Before we could continue, my mother called from the kitchen, announcing that lunch was ready.

Watching my parents across the dining table-noticing the silver threads increasingly visible in their hair-1 felt a sudden wave of longing, a desperate wish that I could have been reborn all the way back to the very beginning. To when I was seventeen and first laid eyes on Daemon, when my parents were still young and vital, when I was still an innocent girl with my whole future stretching ahead untouched.

But rebirth had its limits, and wishes changed nothing.

After lunch, my father returned to work and my mother left to meet friends, leaving me alone in the quiet house. I sprawled across the living room couch with mindless television playing in the background. At some point I drifted into sleep, waking only when the afternoon sun had shifted into early evening shadows.

My phone showed several missed calls, all from Iris Harrison-we met briefly at her father’s birthday. Since I hadn’t answered, she had followed up with a text message: Violet, are you free tonight? I’d love to take you out for dinner. I know this amazing place that just opened downtown.

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