The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 

Trista’s POV 

For a split second, the moment his fingertips brushed my skin, he stiffened. 

His brow furrowed, and he grabbed my wrist, practically half–dragging, half–carrying me through the door. 

The moment it slammed shut behind us, the last shred of my public restraint shattered. 

I lost it. 

Everything within reach–the junk on the coffee table, the décor along the walls, the folders on the entryway console–I hurled it all at him. 

The sharp crack of porcelain shattering echoed through the living room one after another. My wolf was roaring in my chest, and all the suppressed fear, humiliation, and rage finally burst through the dam. 

He tilted his head to dodge a flying object, then lunged forward, pinning both my wrists and slamming me against the wall. 

“Enough.” 

His voice turned to ice, and his eyes followed suit. “If you’re here to throw a tantrum instead of fixing the problem, you can leave.” 

I struggled with everything I had. His grip was bruising my wrists, but I didn’t care about the pain… 

I grabbed a handful of his suit lapels, my knuckles turning white from the force. “Emlen’s family always played by the rules. Zelda is only nine, and she’s got leukemia–and you use them?” 

He didn’t pull away or dodge. He just let me white–knuckle his expensive fabric, his tone infuriatingly calm. “That was his choice.” 

I stared at him, feeling the last bit of my strength and leverage drain away. 

In that moment, the reality finally sank in. 

In his world, everyone was just a piece on a chessboard. It didn’t matter who they were; it only mattered if they were worth the move. 

I looked at this werewolf in front of me, and even breathing felt like an empty exercise. 

“Cassian,” I said, my eyes burning and my lips trembling, yet making sure every word hit home. “I will make you pay for this.” 

I let go of his suit and turned for the door. 

My wrist was snapped back into his grip. 

He stopped me, his gaze remaining as steady and cold as a winter lake. “You have evidence of my infidelity; I have testimony of your industrial espionage. Even if you go public with Samantha and Algernon, the worst that happens to me is some gossip for a few weeks. I won’t lose anything that matters.” 

“But if those charges stick against you, you know what that means.” 

His tone was so level it felt like a cold blade. “Your parents, Attwater, the career you just started to rebuild, that future you thought was finally in sight–all of it vanishes the second a judge reads that verdict. 

“Living like this is worse than death! Watching them suffer is what truly kills me!” My voice was hoarse, my body shaking with rage. “Don’t you dare use them to threaten me!” 

He just looked at me like I was a cornered animal, but there was no pity in his eyes. “Trista, your parents are old. Ulva is sick. Attwater has his college entrance exams next year. If you’re convicted, that direct criminal record will follow him for the rest of his life. His enrollment, his recommendations, his future grad school and internships–all of it will be stained.” 

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