Chapter 29: The Mistress is Her Half–Sister
Chapter 29: The Mistress is Her Half–Sister
(Olivia’s POV)
Isadora pushed through the crowd, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph.
She quickly stepped forward, wanting to reach out and pull the car door handle.
I stepped forward and blocked her path. “Isa, stop.”
She leaned close to me, her voice dropping to a whisper only I could hear. “I know my brother and Clara are
fooling around in the car right now.”
My blood turned to ice in my veins.
“With so many people watching, you can’t hide it,” she continued, her smile growing wider. “You tolerate my
brother’s infidelity, yet you forced me to break off my mate bond with Alaric, causing Alaric’s pack to go
bankrupt.”
Her words hit me like physical blows. “Not only did Iris lose her father, but she also lost her future.”
“Moon Goddess bless, now your retribution has come.” Her voice dripped with venom. “The whole world will
know, let’s see how you can continue to endure this!”
The reporters pressed closer, their cameras flashing like lightning. Leo tugged at my dress, his innocent eyes bright with curiosity.
“Your son will have to watch his father cheat with other women, just like what happened to you back then,” Isadora whispered.
I looked at her triumphant smile, pieces falling into place. “So it really was you.”
“It’s too late for you to understand now,” she replied smugly.
Just as Isadora reached for the door handle again, it suddenly swung open from inside.
All eyes turned to the Rolls–Royce as Theodore stepped out. His suit was impeccable, his face dark with
anger at the absurd siege surrounding his vehicle.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, immediately pulling me into his protective embrace.
The car door closed swiftly behind him, concealing whatever scene had transpired within.
Leo stepped forward eagerly. “Daddy! We’re catching the villain who destroyed Grandma’s ashes!”
Theodore’s expression softened as he looked at our son. “Is that so, little wolf?”
“Yes! Aunt Isa said the bad guy might be hiding in your car!” Leo’s excitement was infectious, drawing murmurs from the crowd.
Theodore’s jaw tightened. He pulled me closer against his chest, his scent wrapping around me like a shield.
“I promise you,” he said, his voice carrying to the reporters, “I will give you an explanation. I will never forgive whoever destroyed my Luna mother’s ashes.”
His words sounded sincere, but I felt the tension in his body.
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Isadora seized the opportunity, stepping forward with theatrical concern. “Brother, we should check the memorial grove’s surveillance footage to identify the culprit.”
The reporters rallied behind this idea immediately. “Yes! Justice for the Luna!” one shouted.
“Find the perpetrator!” another called out.
Leo bounced on his toes with excitement. “Can we watch the videos, Daddy? I want to catch the bad guy!”
Despite my desire to leave this painful scene, Theodore’s grip on me tightened. When the crowd began moving toward the security post, he firmly refused.
“We’re not going anywhere,” he said coldly..
Isadora’s eyes narrowed. “Why won’t you let us find the culprit, brother? Don’t you want justice for Olivia’s mother?“.
Theodore shot her a sharp glance, “I’ll have Captain Borin bring the surveillance recordings to us instead. The burial time is approaching.”
The crowd murmured with disappointment, but Theodore’s authority was absolute. No one dared challenge him directly.
I had no choice but to follow Theodore back to the ceremony site. When he tried to take my hand, I deliberately shook him off and walked alongside Leo instead.
Theodore followed closely behind, his presence looming over us like a shadow.
“Olivia,” he said quietly, “I was framed. I was only venting to myself in the car, doing nothing else.”
“That shameless bastard! That b***h was there too!” Zoe roared.
I knew I couldn’t escape his control on my own right now. “I believe you,” I lied.
When Theodore probed further, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Has your wolf recovered? I felt something through the mate bond.”
I blocked the connection between us, severing the emotional link. “It hasn’t recovered. Only brief tremors from
the shock.”
After the funeral ceremony.ended, moonlight flowers were offered in traditional tribute. I knelt before the.
tombstone with tears streaming down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Mother,” I whispered. “I couldn’t let you rest in peace even after death.”
I swore never to forgive whoever had damaged the urn. My gaze filled with hatred as I stared directly at
Theodore, who unnaturally averted his eyes.
Captain Borin arrived with surveillance footage, accompanied by a disheveled Isadora. The red claw marks
on her cheek that hadn’t completely faded showed she had been slapped. Was it Eleonora?
The video played on a portable screen. A person in a black shirt and hood escaped down a narrow path, their identity completely obscured.
“We’re hunting for the perpetrator,” Theodore announced to the crowd. “We will publicize the results.”
The pack members and reporters gradually dispersed.
I knelt alone in the sacrificial hall, burning sacred herbs for my mother. The smoke rose in spirals, carrying
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my prayers to the Moon Goddess.
My phone rang, shattering the peaceful moment.
Clara’s name appeared on the screen,
“Hello, Luna,” her voice was sickeningly sweet. “It’s a shame your late mother couldn’t watch our performance today.”
My grip tightened on the phone.
“Especially since Theodore was already hard with his pants off,” she continued with obvious pleasure. “Lyra’s ashes looked beautiful scattered on the floor.”
Rage exploded in my chest like wildfire.
“It was a pity Theodore dragged me away, or I would have stomped on them a couple of times,” Clara laughed. “I enthusiastically invite you to the villa later to watch Theodore’s and my intense s****| performance.”
“Theodore has been holding back for so long, he’ll surely f**k me to death tonight,” she purred.
I found my voice, “You’re nothing but a p********e and a tool for venting. What else do you have to show off besides sticking your ass up like a b***h in heat?”
“It’s just a piece of trash. Since you like it so much, take it.”
Clara’s screams erupted through the phone as I hung up.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Isadora stormed in, her face twisted with fury.
She kicked over the herb basin, scattering the sacred ashes across the floor.
“Olivia, I never thought you could be so shameless!” she screamed. “You tolerate your mate’s affair even when it occurs at your mother’s memorial, all for the pack’s wealth!”
I stood slowly, my body trembling with controlled rage.
I didn’t want to say another word to her and just wanted to leave, but she gripped my wrist tightly.
“Do you know who Clara Thorne’s father is?” Isadora’s voice rose to a shriek. “Your mate’s mistress is your half–sister! Clara Thorne’s father is your father, Silvanus Winter!”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
“You’ll continue to endure even this betrayal out of greed,” Isadora spat. “It disgusts me that Lyra raised such a materialistic daughter.”
My shock transformed into pure, molten rage. I struck Isabella with all my strength, delivering a slap that sent her crashing to the ground.
“All these years, I’ve wasted my emotions on you ungrateful wolves,” I said coldly, “I will never do that again.”
I drove to The Northwood Manor in a haze of fury. My hands shook as I called Matthew.
“Did you investigate Clara?” I asked without preamble.
“Yes,” Matthew’s voice was careful. “Olivia, I-”
“Tell me the truth.”
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A long pause. “Clara’s father is indeed Silvanus Winter. Her mother is Ophelia Thorne.”
That woman destroyed my mother’s mate bond, and now her daughter has come to destroy mine.
I arrived at the manor, and through the second–floor window, I saw Clara naked against the glass. This disgusting couple still maintained their exhibitionist habits.
I grabbed a silver–headed walking stick by the door and went straight upstairs.
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