From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 To The Dark Side

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SUMMER.

“Antoine, please…I need you.” I sobbed into the phone as he picked up.

While I waited for him to arrive, I had to go back into the room to finalize the paperwork. I sat there, limp and pale, while the socialites around me laughed behind their hands.

I felt like they could see what was disturbing me and why I was sad. Did they all know that Eloise played me? Oh goddess. My reputation would become worse, and Dad would not be happy when he heard this.

“Look at her,” one girl whispered. “She can’t even afford the necklace she just bought. So pathetic,”

“What a fool. Eloise played her like a violin.”

Fuck, they knew.

Every word was a knife to my heart. Even the people I called my friends didn’t talk to me; they didn’t come to me to make sure I was okay, they all just sat there looking like robots.

I looked at the VIP room where Eloise was sitting, her silhouette graceful and calm.

I hated her.

I hated her so much.

Finally, Antoine stormed into the hall. His face was a mask of fury. He didn’t say a word to me as he dealt with the auction organizers and settled the payment. He grabbed my arm, his grip too tight, and he marched me out to his car.

The moment the door shut, the silence exploded.

“Are you out of your mind?” Antoine screamed.

“One and a half million dollars for a necklace that isn’t even real? We are trying to keep this family afloat, and you’re throwing money into the fire.”

“It was Eloise,” I shrieked back. “She kept raising the price. She knew it! She knew it was fake! She did this to me on purpose.”

Antoine lets out a cold and bitter laugh. “And you feel for it. You let a girl who has nothing outsmart you in front of the entire pack. Do you have any idea what this means for our reputation?

I sat in the corner of my seat, sobbing into my palms.

When we pulled up to the villa, the butler was already waiting at the door.

“Miss Summer, Master Antoine. Your father is waiting in his study….and he is not very…happy.”

I ran to my room and locked the door, locking it right. I threw myself onto the bed, clutching a silk pillow.

It was all her fault.

Eloise.

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Chapter 92 To The Dark Side

1 stood up and went to the center of my room, staring at the velvet box sitting on my vanity.

Inside sat the Blood Moon that had just cost me 1.5 million, my father’s trust, and even my reputation.

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Under the vanity lights, the ruby didn’t look like a relic; it looked like a cheap, gaudy toy. Every time I looked at it, I saw Eloise’s smirk. I saw the way she had leaned back in her chair, sipping her champagne, watching me drown with the grace of a spectator at a play.

I let out a scream of unadulterated rage and swept my arm across the vanity. Perfume bottles, expensive lotions, and the velvet box flew across the room and crashed against the wall.

“I hate you!” I shrieked into the empty air. “I hate you, Eloise.”

But screaming didn’t change the fact that Eloise was winning. If I didn’t do something new, something different, Eloise would spend the rest of her life stepping on me. She would make sure you were nothing more than a footnote in her success story.

I couldn’t use the law against him, even now, my father would be tired, not after I just embarrassed him so badly. To destroy someone like Eloise, I had to go somewhere she couldn’t follow.

I sat back on the edge of my bed, my breath coming in short gasps. My hands were still shaking as I reached for the phone. There was one person whom I knew had been waiting for me to call for a long time–someone who didn’t care about silver or silk or social etiquette.

Enzo Salvatore.

He was the black sheep of the Salvatore family, one of the wealthiest in the pack, but while his siblings were running the corporate side of the world, Enzo was busy running the dark parts of it.

He was a man of vices, drugs, underground gambling, and parties that could make a normal person’s blood run cold. Because of his lifestyle, he knew people. Shady people. The line of people who could make problems disappear for the right price.

I had met him years ago when I first tried to break into the entertainment industry. He had taken an immediate liking to me. He called me his little porcelain doll.

He had helped me out of a few tight spots with aggressive producers and jealous rivals, but I had always kept him at a distance. I had a reputation to maintain, after all. I was the gentle Summer Lockwood. Being seen with a man like Enzo would have ruined me.

But that innocent girl was dead.

Eloise had killed that girl tonight.

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