Tempted By My Ex's Brother-in-Law (Aria and Grayson) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Aria’s POV

“Ahhh!” Isla screamed. “What the hell are you doing?!”

She tried to cover her chest, but her dress was completely torn apart. And since that dress had barely any fabric to begin with, there was no way to cover her naked body.

Everyone in the restaurant turned to look. Some were whispering. They had recognized who she was. Most people smirked, clearly enjoying the show.

“Shit… damn it. Are you a fucking waitress here?” Isla’s face was bright red. “Where’s your manager? I’m going to file a complaint. And you go bring me a new dress now!”

Selena rolled her eyes. “Do I look like a waitress to you?”

“Then you’re a customer? You bumped into me and ripped my dress. Are you not even going to apologize?” Isla asked furiously.

“Then why the hell were you standing in my way?” Selena shot back, her voice dripping with mockery. “You bumped into me too. My shoulder hurts a lot. You should apologize to me first.”

Isla froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She’d probably never been spoken to like that in her life. Let alone in her own pack’s territory.

“Do you even know who I am?” she hissed, taking a step forward. “Take that back and say you are sorry. Or you’ll goddamn regret this!”

Selena gave her a slow, amused once–over. “Who are you? Hmm let me think…you’re a stripper? Or maybe a hostess from some cheap club nearby? I mean, just look at that dress–it’s practically a stripper’s uniform.”

The veins on Isla’s forehead popped with anger. “Are you kidding me?! This dress is from Valentino’s latest collection. It costs more than you’ll ever make in your pathetic little life!”

Selena smirked. “Valentino? Sure, honey. More like a cheap knockoff. On you, it looks like something only prostitute would wear. Didn’t anyone tell you there’s a dress code in places like this? Oh right, you probably have never been to anywhere this fancy. No wonder you don’t know.”

I almost laughed out loud. God, this Selena had a sharp tongue. I’d never seen Isla this humiliated before.

And I wasn’t the only one amused. Half the restaurant was snickering behind their hands. Some people whispered, others outright grinned at Isla like they were watching a clown.

“Stop it! All of you, stop laughing immediately!” Isla spun around, screaming at the whole room. “I’m a noble, do you hear me?! Mocking a noble is illegal in Spike Hill Pack!”

But nobody seemed scared. The laughter only grew louder. At one table, one of the customers called out loudly, “You’re a noble? So am I! Everyone eating here is rich or titled. So stop acting so mighty. We don’t give a damn about your stupid laws!”

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“Exactly.” Selena said, folding her arms. “You do realize half the nobles in the world are in Spike Hill right now for the trial? You’re not special anymore. So don’t flatter yourself too much, idiot.”

That word–idiot–was the last straw.

Isla’s face turned red. She stormed forward, her eyes blazing. “Then I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, you filthy little whore!”

She raised her hand to slap Selena.

“No!” I gasped and wanted to rush forward.

But Torvi was faster.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared between them, caught Isla’s wrist midair, and shoved her backward.

Isla stumbled back. Her heel slipped on the spilled wine-

And she crashed face–first onto the marble floor.

The restaurant burst out laughing.

“How dare you!” Isla shrieked, struggling to get up, her face flushed red from rage and humiliation. “That’s it! I don’t care who the hell you are. I’ll have you arrested and you’ll fucking pay for this!”

She turned toward the entrance and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Manager! Where the hell is your manager?!”

The terrified restaurant manager rushed over. “L–Lady Isla-”

“Give me your jacket!” she snapped.

He didn’t even hesitate. She yanked the jacket from his hands, threw it over her shoulders, then pointed furiously at Selena. “Call your security. I want this bitch dragged out right now. And when the police get here, hand her over.”

The manager turned nervously toward Selena. “…I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me, miss.”

Selena sneered. “The hell I will. Her little tantrums don’t work on me.”

“Lady Isla is Alpha Vladimir’s daughter,” the manager whispered nervously. “She has every right to arrest anyone who disrespects her…”

A soft but commanding voice interrupted him:

“I’m afraid she doesn’t.”

Lady Quentina rose gracefully from her seat and walked over. Her entire entourage–guards and maids- moved in perfect formation behind her.

The room went dead silent. Even the clinking of glasses stopped.

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When she appeared, the air itself seemed to change. Even though her face was covered again by her veil, the still radiated authority. Like a Queen.

This is my maid,” she said to the manager gently but firmly. “And I won’t allow you to touch her.”

The manager stared, stunned. “You… you are-?”

Torvi stepped forward and said in a booming voice, “This is Lady Quentina of Frostpine Pack, daughter of Alpha Thalira.”

Lady Quentina!

The restaurant exploded with whispers.

All the true nobles in the room knew this time.

After all, 20 years ago, Lady Quentina was all everyone could talk about in the upper–class circle. Her beauty alone was enough to make her unforgettable.

And even for those who didn’t know her, the names Frostpine Pack and Alpha Thalira were more than enough to strike fear. That pack possessed one of the most powerful armies and weapon forces in the world. So powerful that very few packs dared to cross them. Not even Spike Hill.

When Lady Quentina walked up to Isla, every single person in the restaurant turned to look at her.

But unlike the mocking, almost amused stares people had thrown at Isla, the gazes fixed on Quentina were filled with admiration–and awe.

Isla’s face turned pale. She seemed nervous but tried to hide it, “S–So what? We’re both Alpha’s daughters. That means we’re on the same level. I have every right to punish your maid.”

Selena barked out a laugh. “Same level? You’re joking, right? My lady is heir to the Alpha’s throne. She can lead armies and manage her pack. And what exactly do you do? Throw parties, buy jewelry, and flirt with rich men? You shallow and stupid woman don’t get to be compared to my lady!”

Applause rippled through the room. People nodded in approval, some even whistled.

Isla’s jaw tightened. She turned to the manager and snapped, “You’re just going to let them talk to your lady like this? Where the hell is your security?!”

The manager looked like he wanted to disappear. He glanced helplessly at Quentina and Torvi, then murmured to Isla, “My lady… perhaps we should avoid further conflict…”

“You’re taking their side? Do you want to lose your restaurant license?” Isla barked.

He bowed repeatedly. “I’m so sorry, Lady Isla, but this isn’t just any noble. This is Lady Quentina of Frostpine Pack. You know Alpha Thalira’s someone to mess with…”

“What? And I look like some pushover to you?!” Isla screamed.

“I–I’m terribly sorry,” the manager stammered. “But still, I think it would be unwise to offend Frostpine

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Isla was shaking now. Part rage, part humiliation. She looked around, but nobody spoke up for her. Not even her own pack members.

Realizing she was completely alone, she spat toward Selena. “Just wait. You’ll pay for this. All of you will.”

Then she spun on her heel, trying to storm out.

But Torvi blocked her path.

“Not so fast, Lady Isla,” Quentina said calmly. “If I remember correctly, you’re supposed to be in custody right now, waiting for tomorrow’s trial. You’re not authorized to be out in public.”

“What does that have to do with you?” Isla snapped.

“Spike Hill invited me and many nobles here to witness the fairness of this trial. That makes it exactly my concern.” Quentina’s voice was smooth, but every word carried weight. “In fact, I’ve already called your father. He’ll be sending someone to collect you soon.”

“You what?!” Isla cried in disbelief.

Almost on cue, a group of men entered the restaurant, led by an older butler in a dark suit.

He rushed over and bowed to Quentina. “My lady, I’m Alpha Vladimir’s butler. He sends his apologies. I’ll be escorting our lady home immediately.”

“She’s a criminal,” Quentina said with a faint, cold smile. “Don’t forget the handcuffs.”

“I’m a lady! A noble! You can’t-” Isla screamed.

But the butler cut her off sharply. “Enough, my lady. Alpha Vladimir is already furious. You should never have crossed Frostpine Pack.”

And with a click, the handcuffs snapped shut around her wrists.

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Chapter 145

Aria’s POV

“Ahhh!” Isla screamed. “What the hell are you doing?!”

She tried to cover her chest, but her dress was completely torn apart. And since that dress had barely any fabric to begin with, there was no way to cover her naked body.

Everyone in the restaurant turned to look. Some were whispering. They had recognized who she was. Most people smirked, clearly enjoying the show.

“Shit… damn it. Are you a fucking waitress here?” Isla’s face was bright red. “Where’s your manager? I’m going to file a complaint. And you go bring me a new dress now!”

Selena rolled her eyes. “Do I look like a waitress to you?”

“Then you’re a customer? You bumped into me and ripped my dress. Are you not even going to apologize?” Isla asked furiously.

“Then why the hell were you standing in my way?” Selena shot back, her voice dripping with mockery. “You bumped into me too. My shoulder hurts a lot. You should apologize to me first.”

Isla froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She’d probably never been spoken to like that in her life. Let alone in her own pack’s territory.

“Do you even know who I am?” she hissed, taking a step forward. “Take that back and say you are sorry. Or you’ll goddamn regret this!”

Selena gave her a slow, amused once–over. “Who are you? Hmm let me think…you’re a stripper? Or maybe a hostess from some cheap club nearby? I mean, just look at that dress–it’s practically a stripper’s uniform.”

The veins on Isla’s forehead popped with anger. “Are you kidding me?! This dress is from Valentino’s latest collection. It costs more than you’ll ever make in your pathetic little life!”

Selena smirked. “Valentino? Sure, honey. More like a cheap knockoff. On you, it looks like something only a prostitute would wear. Didn’t anyone tell you there’s a dress code in places like this? Oh right, you probably have never been to anywhere this fancy. No wonder you don’t know.”

I almost laughed out loud. God, this Selena had a sharp tongue. I’d never seen Isla this humiliated before.

And I wasn’t the only one amused. Half the restaurant was snickering behind their hands. Some people whispered, others outright grinned at Isla like they were watching a clown.

“Stop it! All of you, stop laughing immediately!” Isla spun around, screaming at the whole room. “I’m a noble, do you hear me?! Mocking a noble is illegal in Spike Hill Pack!”

But nobody seemed scared. The laughter only grew louder. At one table, one of the customers called out loudly, “You’re a noble? So am I! Everyone eating here is rich or titled. So stop acting so mighty. We don’t give a damn about your stupid laws!”

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“Exactly,” Selena said, folding her arms. “You do realize half the nobles in the world are in Spike Hill right now for the trial? You’re not special anymore. So don’t flatter yourself too much, idiot.”

That word–idiot–was the last straw.

Isla’s face turned red. She stormed forward, her eyes blazing. “Then I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, you filthy little whore!”

She raised her hand to slap Selena.

“No!” I gasped and wanted to rush forward.

But Torvi was faster.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared between them, caught Isla’s wrist midair, and shoved her backward.

Isla stumbled back. Her heel slipped on the spilled wine-

And she crashed face–first onto the marble floor.

The restaurant burst out laughing.

“How dare you!” Isla shrieked, struggling to get up, her face flushed red from rage and humiliation. “That’s it! I don’t care who the hell you are. I’ll have you arrested and you’ll fucking pay for this!”

She turned toward the entrance and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Manager! Where the hell is your manager?!”

The terrified restaurant manager rushed over. “L–Lady Isla-”

“Give me your jacket!” she snapped.

He didn’t even hesitate. She yanked the jacket from his hands, threw it over her shoulders, then pointed furiously at Selena. “Call your security. I want this bitch dragged out right now. And when the police get here, hand her over.”

The manager turned nervously toward Selena. “…I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me, miss.”

Selena sneered. “The hell I will. Her little tantrums don’t work on me.”

“Lady Isla is Alpha Vladimir’s daughter,” the manager whispered nervously. “She has every right to arrest anyone who disrespects her…”

A soft but commanding voice interrupted him:

“I’m afraid she doesn’t.”

Lady Quentina rose gracefully from her seat and walked over. Her entire entourage–guards and maids- moved in perfect formation behind her.

The room went dead silent. Even the clinking of glasses stopped.

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