hapter 59: Give the Mistress a Wedding of the Century
Chapter 59: Give the Mistress a Wedding of the Century
(Olivia’s POV)
The necklace broke with a sharp snap. Pearls scattered across the marble floor, rolling in every direction like tiny white
tears.
I stared down at the broken jewelry in my palm, my blood turning to ice. This wasn’t the Moonlit Sapphire. This was just a simple pearl necklace.
“How dare you!” Ophelia shrieked, rushing toward me. “You barge into our home and destroy my daughter’s necklace for
no reason!”
Clara immediately dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry, Luna Olivia. I know I was wrong to
push you. But you insulted me and my mother so cruelly, I couldn’t help myself.”
Her voice broke with perfectly practiced sobs. “I know I’m just a lowly she–wolf. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“I saw you wearing the Moonlit Sapphire with my own eyes,” I said, my voice deadly cold. “You still want to argue?”
Clara’s response made my stomach turn. She provocatively pulled down her collar, revealing fresh bite marks scattered
across her neck and collarbone.
The marks were deep, possessive. Recent.
My hand moved before my mind could stop it. The slap echoed through the manor like a gunshot.
Clara fell backward dramatically, wailing. “I’m innocent! I’m just a victim!”
Ophelia lunged at me with a snarl. “You b***h! How dare you hit my daughter!”
Little Rosalie appeared from nowhere, shooting a water gun directly at my face. The stream blurred my vision as she screamed, “Don’t hurt my mommy!”
I dodged Ophelia’s clumsy attack and kicked her hard in the stomach. She doubled over, gasping.
Rosalie pounced on me, her small claws scratching my arm. Blood welled up from the shallow wounds, but I didn’t fight
back. She was just a pup, manipulated by her mother’s poison.
“Stop!” Theodore’s Alpha command cut through the chaos like a blade.
He burst through the door with his pack enforcers, immediately pushing Ophelia and Rosalie away from me. His hands were gentle as he cradled me against his chest.
His eyes darkened when he saw the fresh scratches on my arm. He roughly grabbed Rosalie’s shoulders, his voice harsh.
“How can you be so vicious at such a young age?” he scolded.
Clara reached for him desperately. “Theodore, please-”
He ignored her completely, his attention focused on smoothing out my wrinkled dress. His touch was tender, careful.
“My love,” he murmured, “the jewelers brought the Moonlit Sapphire back.”
On cue, a representative from the jewelry store entered. He carried an elegant black box, presenting it with a respectful
bow.
“Alpha Redgrave, the necklace has been repaired,” the jeweler explained. “The clasp was indeed faulty, but we’ve fixed the
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mechanism.”
I opened the box with trembling fingers. The Moonlit Sapphire gleamed inside, its blue depths catching the light like
captured starlight.
My mother’s voice echoed in my memory. “The clasp is special, little one. It’s not meant to be easily removed. Only someone who knows the secret can take it off safely.”
The jeweler nodded when I asked about the clasp. “Yes, Luna. It’s a unique design. Very few people would know how to
operate it properly.”
The truth hit me like a physical blow. Theodore had taken Clara to the jewelry store because she couldn’t remove the necklace herself. This entire scene was an elaborate, disgusting charade.
I clutched the jewelry box, my gaze hardening as I looked at Theodore. “She pushed me down the stairs, and now she’s still living in a mansion. Is this what you call not letting anyone who bullies me get away?”
Theodore’s jaw tightened. “Throw them out,” he ordered his enforcers..
“Wait!” Manager Corbin from the property management company appeared at the door. “Alpha Redgrave, I’m afraid that’s not possible. This manor is registered under Beta Caleb Thorne’s name. They are legal residents.”
Theodore didn’t miss a beat. Another lie rolled off his tongue as smoothly as silk.
“My love, Caleb plans to take Clara and her mother back to the Thorne family to be officially recognized,” he explained, his eyes never leaving my face. “Please, let this matter go for the sake of my friendship with him.”
An enforcer stepped forward, producing a document. “The birth certificate has been corrected. The pup will be registered
with the Thorne family.”
My heart turned to stone. The last flicker of hope died in my chest.
But I could play this game too.
“Since they’re such good friends and are having a family reunion,” I said with a chilling smile, “we should give them a grand gift, shouldn’t we?”
Theodore nodded eagerly, relief flooding his features. “Of course, my love. Whatever you think is appropriate.”
“Let’s give them a wedding of the century,” I declared, my eyes locked on Clara’s horrified face.
Clara’s face went white as fresh snow. “Luna, I-”
*After all, she is my half–sister,” I continued sweetly. “We can’t have people gossiping about her. We need to prepare wedding gifts for them carefully.”
Clara looked desperately at Theodore, but he sensed the danger in my tone. He sided with me immediately.
“My Luna isn’t this kind to just anyone,” he warned Clara, his voice carrying a subtle threat.
Clara could only choke out her agreement, her nails digging deep into her palms. “Thank you for your… generosity, Luna.”
“I’ve even picked a date,” I added, my smile never wavering. “Eighteen days from now, on Leo’s birthday. A double celebration would be lovely.”
The color drained completely from Clara’s face. She swayed on her feet.
I turned to little Rosalie, crouching down to her eye level.
“You do look a lot like the daughter I lost,” I said, studying her features. “But you can never be a Redgrave. Soon you’ll be a
Thorne.”
The pup stared at me with wide, confused eyes.
“You should practice calling Caleb ‘daddy,” I taunted gently. “It might feel strange at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
Then I delivered my final, devastating blow. I pulled out the original birth certificate–the fake one that named her ‘Rosalie Redgrave‘–and tore it to shreds in front of everyone.
The pieces fluttered to the floor like dying butterflies.
“Recognize your identity,” I spat. “You are not Rosalie Redgrave, and you are not qualified to have my daughter’s name!”
Theodore reached for me, but I shrugged off his touch and walked toward the door.
He trailed helplessly behind me, his voice pleading. “My love, please-”
Rosalie suddenly rushed forward, her small face twisted with vicious determination.
“Uncle Caleb is not my father!” she screamed. “My mother will not mate with him. Alpha is my father, my mother is going to mate with him!”
