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.”

simply smiled, as if none of it mattered.

next morning, Sarah arrived at Arnold’s villa to

towering iron gates

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trimmed hedges, and the early morning sun cast golden streaks across

beauty, the place always felt cold to her–silent,

clicking against the polished floors.

cedar and expensive cologne lingered in the air. Just as she was about to call for Alex, the housekeeper appeared, carrying

to give this to you,” the maid

against the fine wrapping

have. A strange unease

ribbon

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

Her breath hitched.

box tightened as her gaze swept lower. Beneath the carving lay another item–one of the lots she had

here. In her hands.

them all along.

stared at them, her thoughts a tangled mess. If she was right, then Arnold had purchased these

churned. Was this his way of making

could think further, small arms

up at her, his blue eyes full of excitement. “Can we

have something to do today,

“You’re always busy.”

just quiet disappointment. He let go of her and turned away, but his

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tugged at her.