Chapter 65

Chapter 65:

“Luna Vivienne and I tried to get rid of her five years ago. We actually thought we did, but she’s back, and she’s the one helping him with his company. Ever since she came back, he has been trying to woo her again… Despite hearing that she would get married soon, he is still chasing after her,” I explained.

“So, what is Luna Vivienne doing about this?” he asked.

“We recently planned to get close to her and deal with her—maybe through poisoning or something else—once she trusts us.”

“She would abandon me for her soon enough. She cares more about her than me,” I complained.

“You’re only saying that because you’re jealous. She’s the only one who can get you closer to Alpha Christian, but for now, I’ll see what I can do from my end. But you have to make sure you do everything womanly possible to have him to yourself,” he said.

“I will do just that, and I hope things work out well from your end,” I said, getting up.

“Sheela, don’t you think you should stop all of this? Why don’t you leave the Alpha and go to a man who would truly love and cherish you?” My mom asked, trying to hold me.

“Keep your filthy hands off me. Also, I never asked for this boring sermon of yours because I’ve got other important business to attend to,” I said, walking out on her.

“Who are you here to see?” the receptionist asked with a smile.

This made me realize that I know nothing about Christian. This is an entirely new world of his.

“I’m here to see Emily,” I said.

“Do you have an appointment with her?” she asked, still maintaining her smile.

“But Mrs. Vivienne, Christian’s mother, actually sent me,” I said, making her bow immediately.

“Please come with me. I will take you to her office personally,” she said with respect before leading the way to the so-called office.

“Here is her office,” she said, showing me to a glass door.

I opened the door slowly, but the sight before me made my heart shatter into pieces.

Emily’s POV

I looked up at the door as soon as it opened, revealing Christian looking troubled.

I rolled my eyes as he walked up to me with one of his hands behind his back. I wondered why he was here after causing so much trouble the last time he came.

“I can see you’re busy,” he said, sitting opposite me.

“I don’t remember telling you to take a seat,” I said without looking at him.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asked calmly.

“I am, so please leave now. I don’t want to talk to you, and I don’t want history repeating itself,” I said, my eyes still fixed on the paper before me.

“I’m sorry. I know you have every right to be mad at me, but I only did what I had to because of the love I have for you. I was mad to see you in the embrace and comfort of another man.”

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