Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

Neither my mother nor I objected. Lo returned two hours later. “Miss Goldcrest, Mr. Blackwood wasn’t at the office. His assistant accepted the package and confirmed it would be placed in his office.”

“Thank you, Leo.”

Several days afte

constitution o

resilience

lebration, I learned through Sienna that Celeste had been released from the hospital. Her seemingly indestructible

me-she possessed this paradoxical combination of appearing perpetually fragile while demonstrating cockroach-like

eprieve from nightmares, but Celeste’s discharge triggered their return with renewed viciousness. Each night I jerked awake fragments of that other timeline’s horrors dissolving into merciful reality. A nagging sense of tease had been building for dn’t rationalize away.

ized when I discovered photographs of Zane and it appear far more intimate. But the embrace b, the photograph capturing me mid-moveme

ar photograph was notably blurry, clearly ta hing uncontrollably as implications sank Alpha’s daughter behaving inappropriatel

one buzzed with a message from Blaine ly planned to approach you for payme

ssion.

sted across multiple platforms, our innocent farewell hug captured meone had uploaded an image from that night months ago when I’d up, my expression glazed with alcohol.

on with significant zoom, unmistakably shot from above. My eyelid represented the more dangerous threat-once public speculation began onto my father’s professional standing, undermining his authority.

our previous inquiry-I’ve confirmed those images were captured by a colleague who

e to negotiate with Mr. Blackwood instead, so all copies are currently in Mr. Blackwood’s

this Daemon’s retaliation

otely a saint-anyone

tried calling Daem

rupt silence

ng certainty. Revenge for how my parents and I treated him, for the public subs? He wasn’t his age had/employed every ruthless tactic available. I’d been naive to think I’d be exempt.

before going to voicemail. I tried again immediately-this time he declined within seconds, the essage that whatever I wanted to say held no interest.

messaged the group chat, requesting assistance finding contacts who might compel removal before the arces, I needed legal documentation-if they refused voluntary deletion, I’d pursue formal claims.

complete intransigence. His responses carried smug confidence suggesting he had protection that insulated him anafraid of whatever threats I leveled.

everything. Violet, have you confirmed those photographs came exclusively from Daemon?

pressing fingers against my temples where a headache was building. According to Blaine, Daemon purchased all copies.

eased them.”

Serate retaliation! Sienna’s outrage blazed through the connection. “Because of that bitch Celeste! Listen, forget reasoning with act a hacker who can black out those ima

tform before they spread further.

vever you think best, I agree

9:11 am p p pp.

Chapter 228

needed to get answers from him. If he was the one who’d released those photographs, then he had to be the one to fix this mess. More importantly, as long as he held the original files, there was nothing stopping him front releasing them again-a second time, a third time, whenever it suited him. I grabbed my keys and drove straight to Blackwood Estate.

As I approached the estate’s gates, I immediately registered something was off. Every window blazed with light despite the late hour, and I could see multiple staff members moving purposefully with coordinates efficiency suggesting preparation for something significant.

One of the maids spotted me, her eyes widening with surprise. “Luna- She stopped abruptly, flushing with embarrassment. “Miss Goldcrest? I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

‘I need to speak with Daemon,’ I stated flatly. “Is he available?”

“Alpha isn’t currently on the premises…” Her expression held peculiar discomfort and pity. “Miss Goldcrest, perhaps you should try reaching him by phone

rather than-”

I didn’t wait for her to complete whatever diplomatic deflection she’d been constructing, instead striding past her toward the entrance. My instincts screamed that something fundamentally wrong was happening inside.

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