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

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“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.”

refused to give Linda the satisfaction of seeing her upset. Instead, she simply smiled, as if none of it mattered. But as the auction ended, she was already thinking of other ways

villa to

estate loomed ahead, its towering iron

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neatly trimmed hedges, and the early morning sun cast golden streaks across the marble façade of

place always felt cold to her–silent, imposing, too perfect

inside, her heels clicking against the

she was about to call for Alex, the housekeeper appeared, carrying a small, delicate gift box in her gloved

give this to you,” the maid said, her tone respectful yet unreadable.

before reaching out, her fingers brushing against the fine wrapping paper.

than it should have. A strange unease settled in her stomach.

the ribbon and lifting the

the werewolf wood carving. The very same one from the auction. The one she had wanted

Her breath hitched.

the carving lay another item–one of the lots she had been forced to abandon when Linda kept raising

were here. In her

bought them all along.

mess. If she was right, then Arnold had purchased these as a birthday gift for her grandmother. Not just from him–but from

this his way of

could think further, small arms

eyes full of

hesitated. “I have something to do today, Alex.”

faltered. “You’re always busy.”

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

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sighed. Guilt tugged at