Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Violet’s POV:

“You don’t lack for properties, do you?” I drew a deep breath, fighting to contain the bitterness and fury churning inside me as I turned to face Daemon directly. “You knew perfectly well that I arranged every detail of this place with my own hands, that it represents five years of my heart and effort. Yet you allowed Celeste to move in here, to let her and her family trample over everything I burit. Was that really necessary, Daemon?”

Daemon’s response came with that maddeningly detached tone he’d perfected lately. “You’ve already moved on from me, so naturally you’ve moved on from what we had. People have to look forward, Violet.”

The dismissal stung, particularly coming from the man who’d been relentlessly pursuing reconciliation just days ago. The abrupt shift was almost whiplash- inducing.

Celeste seized on his support immediately. “Exactly, Violet. People need to look forward. Continuing to cling to the past serves no purpose except causing everyone pain.”

I stared at her, marveling at the audacity of her standing there draped in my life while painting me as the aggressor. My heart felt oddly steady despite the fury-this was exactly how Daemon would react when Celeste’s comfort conflicted with anyone else’s rights.

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I’d lost all interest in their game. Instead, I pulled out my phone and opened the news article featuring those photographs of Zane and me along with the suggestive club images, all posted with obvious malicious intent. I thrust the screen toward Daemon. “Did you do this? Did you release these photographs**

Daemon’s expression shifted immediately, his jaw tightening before his gaze snapped toward Celeste with dangerous intensity. That single look told me

everything.

Celeste’s baby blue eyes went deliberately wide, “Daemon, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“It was Celeste who posted these, wasn’t it?” I cut through her performance with flat certainty.

Daemon’s response came after a telling pause. “She must have accessed my phone accidentally and posted them without fully understanding what she was doing. I’ll have my team handle the removal immediately.”

The excuse was transparently weak. In the past, his phone had been completely off-limits to me, yet apparently Celeste now had unrestricted access browse his private albums and create anonymous accounts, all supposedly “by accident.”

‘You’re certain it was accidental?” I stared directly into his eyes.

“Yes, I’m certain.” The pause before his answer betrayed him completely.

Celeste’s eyes brightened with poorly concealed triumph, though she maintained her wounded expression. She stepped closer with fake sympathy dripping from every word. “Violet, I understand my presence here is difficult for you. I know I’m just a substitute, that I’ll always live in Aurora’s shadow. Daemon told me everything about her, about how I carry her heart. I have no illusions about my place, so I would never deliberately attack you. I don’t have that right or confidence.”

I’d heard enough. My hand shot up before conscious thought could stop it, aiming to deliver another slap across that perfectly arranged face of táknm

innocence.

Daemon moved faster, catching my wrist mid-swing with crushing force. His grip was deliberately painful as he stared at me with cold By. Vinlet, enough! You’re the one who wanted out of this marriage, yet now you’re disrupting my life with Celeste. When does it stop

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Chapter 230

“Let away from me!” I wrenched my wrist free and shoved Celeste hard enough to make her stumble backward.

She lost her balance, arms windmilling. Daeron lunged forward, catching her before she hit the ground. She collapsed against his chest immediately. perfectly orchestrated sobs shaking her small frame.

Mason Morrison charged forward and shoved me hard, his full weight behind it. I flew backward, clearing the doorway entirely before slamming into the hallway floor hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.

“Violet!” Daemon released Celeste and crossed to me in three strides, reaching down to help rae up.

My body didn’t hurt that badly, but my heart felt crushed. I slapped his hand away violently as tears streamed down my face.

I yanked the property division agreement from my bag with shaking hands. “You think this compensates for everything? You think throwing money at me makes up for five years of my life, for the home I built that you’ve now given to her?”

“If you feel the compensation is insufficient, I can increase it.” Daemon’s voice had lost some of its coldness. “Whatever amount you think is fair-

Celeste’s eyes narrowed fractionally at those words, clearly furious about me receiving anything.

I laughed bitterly, then tore the agreement into pieces with deliberate violence. The sound of ripping paper was immensely satisfying.

Celeste’s lips curved upward for just a fraction of a second, genuine pleasure flashing through. She clearly thought I was rejecting the settlement entirely.

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