Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

“Mother, it’s sugar, not poison. You don’t even have to eat it… it’s just a simple form of courtesy,” I replied.

“Ugh,” she scoffed, lifting the doughnut up and then putting it back down. I shook my head, uninterested in what she had to say or do. I was more focused on the prize—the reason we were here.

The conference room door opened, and Mr. Mico walked in with a familiar smile on his face. It was a genuine, welcoming expression. I stood up to shake his outstretched hand, but suddenly, I froze.

When she walked into the room, everything seemed to freeze. Her silky skin, her beautiful eyes and lips, even the sway of her hips—it was almost impossible to believe.

Her dark eyeliner exuded confidence and professionalism, and her posture, with an arched back, added to her commanding presence.

“Meet the Executive Director of Mico’s Technology and Energy Reservation Company, Miss Emily Wallace,” Mr. Mico said with a smile.

I turned to my mother, who had shared the same surprise. And so much for whispering—she asked, almost in disbelief, “Is that not the cursed girl?”

Luna Vivienne’s POV

I looked in disbelief, the same as Alpha Christian. “Amira…” he whispered quietly to himself, turning his gaze from her to his mother, clearly confused.

“Hello, I’m Emily Wallace, Executive Director of Mico’s Technology and Energy Reservation Company. Nice to meet you,” she said, extending her right arm forward.

Alpha Christian, still staring at her, seemed lost and didn’t hear her introduce herself. I could sense something was off about her disappearance. “Amira, I never gave up on you. I never thought you were gone forever,” Alpha Christian said, disregarding the presence of Mr. Mico and me.

“What! I can’t believe you weren’t dead all these years of your absence from the pack!” I burst out in annoyance.

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Emily watched them, confused, as if she had never met them before—pretending not to be the Amira they claimed her to be.

“I’m sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else. This is obviously my first time doing business with your company. I’m Emily, and I was never dead,” she replied.

“Amira, it’s me—Alpha Christian, back from the Stone Mansion. I saved you back then from being…”

“Can we get to the deal now?” Emily cut in, not wanting him to mention the time she was almost raped.

Luna Vivienne, still in shock from seeing Amira in front of her, had so many questions running through her mind as she stared at her in disbelief. Shivers of fear ran down her spine at the same time.

“Never. We can’t make a deal with this company. That’s not going to happen, not in my presence. She is a cursed girl, and being part of this company makes the company cursed as well,” I said with disgust.

“Mum, what do you mean we can’t make a deal with this company? We clearly need this, and you want to lose this great opportunity all because of your… greediness? This company is clearly our last hope for rebuilding our business!” Alpha Christian burst out, anger raging through him.

“We could sort it out another way, but not with this cursed girl. How on earth did she become the Executive Director of Mico’s Tech? I can’t believe all of this is happening right now. I really can’t stoop so low as to make a deal with a cursed Omega!” I blurted out, staring at Emily as if she were a ghost in front of me.

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