The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 353

Third Person's POV

By noon, Trista arrived at a restaurant near the hospital.

Alaina and Wynn had already ordered.

Trista looked at Alaina, hesitating for a second. "Alaina, now that the bond is severed, it wouldn't be right for me to call you 'Mom' anymore."

Alaina gracefully poured her some juice. "As long as you're comfortable, a title is just a label. Call me whatever you like."

Wynn reached out and took Trista's hand, her voice thick with sympathy. "When you left him, why the hell did you walk away with nothing? You should've taken him for everything he's worth."

Trista patted her hand and pulled a sleek, black metal card from her purse, sliding it across the table toward Alaina.

"He forced this on me. The amount in here is... insane. Please, take it back to him."

Trista had checked the balance. It was five billion dollars.

She used to think the Ironthorn men were just cold and selfish; she never understood how they maintained such a stranglehold on Los Angeles or why they looked down on elite European bloodlines like the Lockes.

But when she saw the string of zeros on that account, she finally understood the terrifying depth of the Ironthorn legacy.

This money was a liability.

If the pack elders found out she'd walked away with that much capital, they'd never leave her or the Silverlights alone.

"When Cassian handled the paperwork, he didn't touch the Ironthorn shares or the real estate," Alaina said, calmly sliding the card back.

"He didn't even use the local pack accounts. This money came from his private offshore vaults. It's his personal property. If he wants you to have it, take it. Wynn and I won't say a word to anyone."

Trista remained firm, her finger pressing the edge of the card. "I won't be able to sleep if I keep this. I didn't earn it, and I don't want it."

Wynn shrugged, playing with her own black card. "It's a gift. Just keep it. Honestly, that amount isn't even a quarter of what Ironthorn pulls in every three months. Just put it in your savings and stop worrying about it."

"Not that much?" Trista let out a dry, bitter laugh. "Wynn, I'm not touching a cent of this."

Trista's eyes turned cold. "I've spent three years learning just how difficult the Ironthorn Alphas can be. Now that I'm finally out of Cassian's grip, I want zero strings attached. No financial ties, no favors. I don't need his charity."

Seeing the professional, independent wall Trista had built around herself, Alaina realized this was her line in the sand. She didn't push any further and tucked the heavy card away.

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