Forgotten Wife Let the traitors kneel Down (by Patricia Maradiaga) novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: The Abandoned Livia

Chapter 313: The Abandoned Livia

(Author’s POV)

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Caleb gripped the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. His voice trembled with anxiety as he spoke

into the receiver.

“Grandfather, please listen to me,” Caleb pleaded, his breath hitching. “I swear on my wolf, Noah. I don’t want any of the Stone family assets. I don’t care about the shares.”

He paused, waiting for a response that didn’t come.

“I just want to attend the birthday banquet,” he continued hurriedly. “I just want to be a brother for once. I want to make up for-”

*Click.*

The line went dead.

Caleb froze. The relentless beep of the disconnected call echoed in his ear like a gavel striking a judge’s

block.

A wave of profound powerlessness washed over him. His hand went limp, and the phone slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the floor of the recording studio.

He slumped back into his leather chair, staring blankly at the acoustic foam on the ceiling.

A bitter smile twisted his lips.

It wasn’t just Amelia. Now, even Alaric, the absolute authority of the Stone family, had completely given up

on him.

Alaric had abandoned his father, his mother, and him. They were no longer family in the old Alpha’s eyes. They were just liabilities to be discarded.

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Three days later.

The air in the abandoned cowshed was thick with the stench of manure and rotting hay.

Livia Stone was slumped against a rusted iron railing.

Thick silver chains bound her wrists and ankles. The metal sizzled faintly against her skin, burning her

flesh and suppressing her wolf into a terrified silence.

She looked nothing like the elegant Luna of the Stone River Pack. Her hair was matted with filth, her designer clothes torn and stained.

Outside the wooden enclosure, the male driver stood casually. He tossed Livia’s smartphone up and down

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in his hand, a cruel smirk on his face.

“Three whole days, Mrs. Stone,” the man sneered.

Livia glared at him weakly, her lips cracked from dehydration.

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“You have been missing for seventy–two hours,” the man continued, leaning against a rotting post. “And

yet, not a single person from the Stone family has come looking for you.”

He laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “No Trackers. No Pack Warriors. It’s like you never existed.”

Livia flinched.

“Your mate is a heartless bastard,” the man mocked. “And your two sons? Useless waste. They haven’t even filed a missing person report.”

“Shut up!” Livia rasped, trying to salvage the last shreds of her dignity. “They are just busy! They are handling important pack business!”

The man shook his head in amusement. He stopped tossing the phone and held it out through the gaps in

the fence.

“Is that so?” he challenged. “Here. Call them. Ask for help. Let’s see who actually gives a damn about

whether you live or die.”

Livia stared at the phone. It was her lifeline.

She crawled forward, ignoring the pain in her limbs and the humiliation of moving like a dog. She snatched the phone through the bars.

For three days, she had endured hell. She had been forced to eat spoiled scraps off the dirty floor just to

survive.

She had told herself she had to live. She had to live to make that ungrateful daughter, Amelia, pay for this.

With trembling fingers, she dialed Adrian’s number.

It rang twice before connecting.

“Adrian!” Livia screamed, tears instantly flooding her eyes. “Adrian, help me! I’ve been kidnapped! It was

Amelia! She sent someone to take me!”

She waited for his outrage, for his comfort.

Instead, Adrian’s voice was cold as ice.

“Stop acting, Livia,” Adrian said flatly.

Livia froze. “What?”

“You failed to bring the child back,” Adrian said, his tone filled with disgust. “Now you are making up stories to blame Amelia? You want to frame her for kidnapping just to cover your own incompetence?”

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“You stay here until the birthday party is over,” he warned. “Enjoy the hospitality.”

The man turned and walked out of the barn.

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Behind him, Livia collapsed onto the filth. A wail of pure, agonizing despair ripped from her throat, echoing through the empty farm.

Outside the cowshed, the driver walked to his car.

He unlocked Livia’s phone again and dialed Adrian’s number.

“It’s done,” the driver said, his voice devoid of the mockery he used with Livia.

“Report,” Adrian’s voice came through, low and guarded.

“I’ll send you the videos of her torture in a moment,” the driver said. “She is broken. She hates everyone

right now.”

“Good,” Adrian said.

“The plan remains the same,” the driver stated. “On the evening of Amelia’s birthday, I will stage a breach. I’ll leave the gate unlocked.”

“She will run,” Adrian whispered.

“She will run straight to the banquet,” the driver confirmed coldly. “She is mentally unstable. When she gets there, you play these videos on the big screen.”

The driver lit a cigarette, squinting at the smoke.

“Seeing her humiliation broadcast to the elite will snap her mind completely,” he explained. “She will go into a blind rage. She will attack Amelia with the intent to kill.”

“And then…” Adrian trailed off.

“And then, in the chaos, she dies,” the driver said ruthlessly. “And everyone will see Amelia as the one who

drove her mother to madness and death. It will be the perfect frame–up.”

There was a long silence on the other end.

“I understand,” Adrian said finally. His voice cracked, sounding like he was choking back a sob.

He hung up quickly.

The driver stared at the phone and scoffed.

“What a hypocrite,” he muttered, spitting on the ground. “Planning your own mate’s death and then crying about it. You’re worse than I am.”

He opened the gallery on the phone. He selected the brutal videos he had recorded over the last three days.

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