The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 363

Third Person's POV

Trista: "That check Howard gave you six years ago—was it really stolen?"

Samantha: "A check for that much? I'd never seen that many zeros in my life. You think I'd just let someone take it? It's been sitting in my private offshore account the whole time."

Trista: "Who is Algernon's biological father?"

Samantha: "Don't even bring up that loser. If I'd known his family was going bankrupt, I never would've bothered sleeping with him. He's trash. He couldn't even compare to Cassian at all."

Trista: "Crispin never did anything to you. Why did you kill him?"

Samantha: "Blame that old bastard at Ironthorn! He threatened Cassian—said if he stayed with me, the inheritance would go to that half-blood brat. Why should he get anything? Everything that belongs to Ironthorn belongs to my son!"

Trista: "So you had him taken out?"

Samantha: "I didn't get my own claws dirty. I just gave a cleaner fifty grand to move the warning signs at the ski resort. It's not my fault the kid was low-born. Dying in an 'accident' was exactly what he deserved."

The recording played on. The bloody truth fermented in the air, clashing with the scent of expensive wine.

The room exploded. The guests weren't just looking at Samantha with contempt anymore—they were looking at her like a rabid dog waiting for its execution.

Seeing the ship sinking, Georgia quickly suppressed her arrogant pheromones. She grabbed George and Angela, and the three of them tried to slink through the crowd toward the exit.

Their faces were ghostly pale as they whispered curses, already plotting how to vanish before the Ironthorn enforcers locked down the building.

Isaiah let out a bone-chilling laugh. "Damn. That's not an omega; that's a venomous coyote. That rot is so foul I think my wolf is gonna gag."

Fred shot a look at Wynn, who immediately moved to steady a pale Alaina. Wynn released a constant stream of soothing energy, trying to keep her mother from shifting out of pure, unadulterated rage.

Across the chaotic room, Cassian's eyes met Trista's for a split second.

His Alpha's pupils were a turbulent, dark red—a mix of self-loathing and raw violence. Trista's expression didn't change. Her cool gaze lingered for exactly one second before she looked away.

Samantha's brain went into a total blackout. Her senses quit on her.

She didn't remember saying any of those things, and she couldn't wrap her head around how her death warrant had been turned into a public broadcast.

When she finally snapped out of it, she went into a frenzy. She shrieked, lunging toward the long table to smash the recorder.

But Humphrey was way ahead of her.

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