Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 92

“Arnold, I-”

“I don’t have time for this.” His voice was cold, clipped. A second later, the line went dead.

Sarah stared at the screen in disbelief. The rejection wasn’t surprising, but it still hurt. The last glimmer of hope she had shattered in an instant.

Clara, sitting beside her, scoffed in frustration. “That man has no conscience! He’s rolling in money, yet he won’t spare a cent to help you?”

Before Sarah could respond, the auctioneer’s voice rang out.

“Fifty–five million! Going once… going twice… sold!”

The sound of the gavel hitting the podium echoed through the room. Linda had won.

Sarah forced herself to remain calm, but deep inside, a storm raged. She knew exactly why Linda had done this–not because she cared about the item, but because she wanted to prove a point. Arnold, who used to buy her gifts without hesitation, was now doing the same for Linda.

Clara huffed, crossing her arms. “Throwing away money just to compete with you–how pathetic.”

Sarah didn’t reply. Instead, she exhaled slowly, trying to suppress the bitterness welling inside her. She hadn’t cared about Arnold’s wealth before, and she wouldn’t start now.

But Linda wasn’t done.

Every time Sarah bid on an item, Linda would immediately raise the price. It became clear that continuing would be pointless. After the third attempt, Sarah simply placed her paddle down.

Linda’s laughter was light but mocking. “Oh? Not bidding anymore? That’s a shame, Sarah. I was having so much fun.”

Sarah met her gaze evenly. “Glad to hear it.”

upset. Instead, she simply smiled, as if none of it mattered. But as the auction ended, she was already thinking of other ways to find

villa to pick up

its towering iron gates parting smoothly

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morning sun cast golden streaks across the marble façade of

felt cold to her–silent, imposing, too

clicking

and expensive cologne lingered in the air. Just as she was about to call for Alex, the housekeeper appeared, carrying a small, delicate gift box in

Alpha asked me to give this to you,” the maid said, her tone respectful yet

hesitated before reaching out, her fingers brushing against the fine

heavier than it should have. A strange unease

untying the ribbon and lifting

soft velvet lining, was the werewolf wood carving. The very same one from the auction. The one she had wanted so badly

Her breath hitched.

grip on the box tightened as her gaze swept lower. Beneath the carving lay another item–one

In her hands.

had bought them all

thoughts a tangled mess. If she was right, then Arnold had purchased these as a birthday gift for her grandmother. Not just

his way of making a statement?

she could think further, small arms wrapped

her, his blue eyes full of excitement. “Can we play after school

have something to do

smile faltered. “You’re always busy.”

tantrum, no complaints, just quiet disappointment. He let go of her and turned away, but his small shoulders drooped.

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sighed. Guilt tugged