My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 219

**Chapter 219: Whispers, Engagements, and Rivalries**

Oriana’s gaze sharpened, her eyes narrowing into slits as realization washed over her.

So, it was no mere coincidence that the foal bore such a striking resemblance to Pebble. It truly was her beloved horse’s offspring…

As Owen’s words hung in the air, the crowd erupted into a cacophony of disbelief and awe.

“Wait a minute! Are you telling me that purebred racehorses only form bonds with a single owner? This sounds like something ripped straight from the pages of a billionaire romance novel. How utterly absurd!”

“I actually spoke to one of the staff earlier, and they mentioned that acquiring a top-tier racehorse can set you back tens of millions. The highest price ever recorded was over a hundred million… Luna’s family is really rolling out the red carpet for her.”

“I take back what I said—just when I thought Oriana’s flower delivery was the highlight of today, Luna comes in with a bang. That’s some serious elite family pedigree—totally next level!”

Willow’s face lit up as she nestled closer to Luna, her excitement palpable. “You can’t really compare them, though. No matter how wealthy your husband is, it’s still someone else’s fortune. True power comes from your own family backing you. Luna, you’re living the dream—a wonderful boyfriend, a family that dotes on you. You might just be the luckiest woman in all of Seabar.”

Oriana remained unfazed by the attention directed at Luna, but Zara’s emotions surged like a tempest, igniting a fire within her.

“Bitch! The Sterlings are absolutely unbelievable!”

Zara’s fury was unmistakable now, her eyes glimmering with anger, the corners reddening with indignation.

Luna, feigning shock, placed her hand over her mouth. “Oh my, Willow, that’s a bit too harsh, don’t you think?”

Yet, her eyes sparkled with a barely concealed delight, a glimmer of triumph dancing within them.

Her grandmother had spent her formative years in the vast grasslands, developing a profound affection for horses. After returning to Seabar, Luna had taken a few riding lessons—not enough to master the skill, but just enough to appear competent to the untrained eye.

She had caught whispers of Pebble’s name at the ranch, knowing it was one of the few cherished mementos her grandmother had left for Oriana.

Regrettably, Bramwell and Evelyn had never shared her passion for equestrian sports, leading them to relinquish the horse.

Owen had once confided in her, his voice heavy with sorrow, that Oriana had wept for days when they had given Pebble away. The heartbreak had even made her ill, yet her parents remained unyielding, refusing to reconsider their decision.

Just days ago, Luna had overheard Weston and Emma discussing the possibility of bringing Stormwind back from overseas.

That’s when a wicked idea took root in her mind.

She would wield the one thing that Oriana cherished above all else—the very thing that had inflicted the deepest wounds—as a weapon, driving it straight through her heart. This would be her retribution, a way to settle the score.

Without hesitation, she had requested Stormwind, but Bramwell had told her he needed time to ponder the request, leaving her in suspense.

But just moments ago, she had gone to Evelyn, tears in her eyes, lamenting the humiliation Oriana had caused her in front of everyone. And Evelyn? There was no way she would allow her daughter to suffer such disgrace.

Oh, Oriana. I bet you never saw this coming. After all the anguish you endured, the horse you had to let go of—her foal is now back in my possession, and she is my secret weapon.

The trainer stepped forward, concern etched on his face. “Ms. Sterling, Stormwind has quite the fiery temperament. She doesn’t usually allow just anyone to ride her. Perhaps it would be wise to give it more time?”

Willow scoffed, her frown deepening. “Luna’s her owner. It’s just an animal—whoever’s on top calls the shots. What’s all this fuss about?”

This was her moment. After having been outshone earlier, Luna was determined to bring Oriana down a peg. There was no way she would back down now.

Fixing her gaze on the defiant Stormwind, Luna tightened the reins with a fierce determination, a flicker of malice igniting in her eyes.

“That’s right. I’m her owner now. It’s my responsibility to teach her who’s in charge.”

With that declaration, and with Grant’s steadying hand on her back, Luna swung herself onto the saddle.

Stormwind, clearly taken aback by the audacity of someone daring to mount her, erupted into chaos—kicking her hooves and spinning in frantic circles, snorting in protest.

Luna’s brow furrowed, her face a mask of concentration as she fought to maintain her balance.

She gripped the reins with all her might, bracing her core to avoid being thrown off.

The onlookers held their breath, the tension in the air palpable. After a fierce standoff, Stormwind began to settle, gradually calming down and ceasing her resistance.

With a sense of pride swelling in her chest, Luna gently patted Stormwind on the side of her neck, while cheers erupted from Willow and the others, filling the air with a sense of triumph.