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.”

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

next morning, Sarah arrived at Arnold’s villa to pick

estate loomed ahead, its towering iron gates parting smoothly at her

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neatly trimmed hedges, and the early morning sun

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

stepped inside, her heels clicking against the

was about to call for Alex, the housekeeper appeared, carrying

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

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

have. A strange unease settled

the ribbon and lifting

velvet lining, was the werewolf wood carving. The very same one from the auction. The one she

Her breath hitched.

grip on the box tightened as her gaze swept lower. Beneath the carving lay another item–one of the lots she had been forced to abandon when Linda

were here. In her

had bought them all along.

was right, then Arnold had purchased these as a birthday gift for her grandmother. Not just from

this his way

think further, small arms wrapped around her

at her, his blue eyes full of excitement. “Can we play after school today?”

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

smile faltered. “You’re

no complaints, just quiet disappointment. He let go of her

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sighed. Guilt tugged at her.