My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 143

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 143**
**CONTENT: Chapter 143 Threats**

Luna sat at the table, untouched food before her, the weight of the moment pressing down like a heavy fog. “I need to freshen up my makeup,” she announced, her voice steady but her heart racing. The excuse was a flimsy veil, a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the private room that felt tainted with memories she wished to forget.

As she approached the sink, the cool porcelain felt like a lifeline. She scrubbed her arms with fervor, trying to wash away the remnants of Chloe’s unwelcome touch. Each stroke of her fingers was a reminder of her vulnerability, and the water glistened like the tears she refused to shed. Suddenly, a hand landed on her waist, and she spun around, her heart leaping into her throat.

“Luna, still as fiery as the little girl I remember. And that figure? Absolutely stunning,” Henley drawled, his eyes roaming over her haute couture outfit with a lingering gaze that made her skin crawl.

A wave of nausea washed over Luna. She was alone with him, and she felt the familiar heat of anger rising within her. “You know there are cameras here. Touch me, and I’ll make sure your entire family is sent packing back to your hometown,” she spat, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.

Henley chuckled, a mocking sound that echoed in the small space. “Whoa, Luna, you’re fierce. I’m practically trembling,” he replied, feigning fear as he leaned closer, his smirk infuriating her further.

“But Luna, you’ve become even bolder since the last time I saw you. Your aunt raised you all those years, yet here you are, living off her generosity while never revealing who her real daughter is?” The insinuation hung in the air like a noxious cloud.

Luna’s lips turned white, her eyes sparking with fury. “What are you talking about, Henley?” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.

He chuckled again, this time with a hint of malice. His gaze turned predatory, and she felt a chill creep down her spine. “Others may be oblivious, but we know the truth. The nurse at the maternity clinic who handled the newborns was a friend of my mom. She mentioned there were only three girls born around the same time as you. Besides you and my aunt’s biological daughter, the other one died shortly after birth—never even made it to discharge. So, the switched girl? It can only be one possibility.”

Panic gripped her heart as the reality of the Frost family’s involvement flooded her mind. Ethan had already found her, and she couldn’t fathom why he was still digging. The thought sent a shiver through her, but she quickly steeled herself, forcing her emotions back into the recesses of her mind.

“Just tell me how much you want,” she said, her voice steady but laced with an underlying threat.

“Wow, Luna, you really are clever,” Henley replied, a smirk playing on his lips. He had figured out that she had intentionally concealed the truth, leading the Frosts to believe the switched Sterling girl was adopted. It was a realization that made his eyes gleam with opportunistic delight.

“We just arrived in Jindiwood. We don’t know anyone, and we don’t even have a roof over our heads. Luna, with your connections and wealth, just buy us a house, or open a store or some business—it shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right?”

Luna felt her temper flare. “Are you out of your mind? This is Jindiwood! Buying a house? Opening a shop? The land prices here are astronomical. You think it’s like your little hometown?”

Henley’s silence was heavy, his eyes boring into her with a dark intensity that made her stomach churn. She knew she had to keep him in check; she couldn’t let him see her fear.

“Ethan will set you up with a place. I’ll give you ten thousand dollars. It should be enough to get you by in Jindiwood for a while,” she offered, her tone clipped.

“Mm? What is it?” he replied, his tone warm and inviting, his long fingers lightly twirling a strand of her hair near her ear.

“You’re so thoughtful and gentle, and honestly, handsome enough that anyone would be lucky to have you. Hasn’t any woman ever chased after you?”

It was a natural question, given how perfect he seemed—nearly flawless. How could no one have been drawn to him?

Oriana felt a rush of happiness just being his partner, a joy that made her feel like the luckiest woman alive.

Micah chuckled, a soft, warm sound that lit up his eyes with amusement. “I’m honored to hold such a significant place in your heart.”

“But what about others? I can’t imagine you’ve been so unkind to them,” she remarked, her voice laced with concern.

He responded softly, almost too quietly for her to hear, “I haven’t been very kind to others.”