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Nora nervously twisted her bracelet. “Margaret, although Brian said the necklace is for me, we both know it was supposed to be your engagement gift. After the royal performance debut, I’ll give it back to you immediately. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Before I could respond, a friend from Brian’s school intervened. With a royal accent, his tone oozed superiority. “Oh, come on, Margaret. Are you bullying our Omega? Seriously, you’re ruining the mood. Is making everyone else miserable the only way you can feel better about yourself?”
Another person, holding a crystal elderflower wine glass, chimed in. “You still call yourself part of the Weller family? What happened–your father’s hunt fail? You seem like someone desperate to attach yourself to the powerful, clinging to Moore family’s jewelry. How pathetic.”
They were part of Brian’s inner circle, these elite individuals from noble families who had never accepted me. For years, they’d belittled me while constantly praising Nora.
“Don’t be too harsh,” Nora interjected softly, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. “Margaret just doesn’t know Brian as well as I do. But I’m sure if we spent more time together, all these little misunderstandings would sort themselves out, right?”
Brian’s gaze turned cold as ice. “If you’re this upset, why even show up? You came here just to ruin everyone’s mood?”
I stood up suddenly, the chair screeching on the hardwood floor. “Fine. I’m leaving.” As I reached the door, I stopped, turned, and said, “By the way, the guest room in your penthouse is ready. But why stay guest room? The master bedroom would be much more comfortable for Nora, don’t you
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think?”
Brian furrowed his brow in anger. “What do you mean ‘my‘ penthouse? That’s our home. And you need to stop running away every time you’re upset. Is this how you’re going to handle conflict after we marry? Who would want to live with someone so emotionally volatile?”
A laugh bubbled up from deep within me.
“Marriage? Didn’t we just cancel the engagement ceremony? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Something in my expression must have alarmed him. Blake grabbed my arm, his grip tight.
“What are you talking about? Canceling the engagement? Are you really making this scene over a
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piece of jewelry? I said we’re postponing, not canceling. Don’t twist my words.”
I ignored him because the tension in my mind flickered again. It was Lawrence, his voice cutting through the mental link like a steady presence.
“Margaret,” he called, his voice wrapping around my thoughts, “The designer wants to know–would you prefer your bridal headpiece to be made with Moonlight Valley pearls or Starshine Mountain.
diamonds?”
The link allowed everyone nearby to hear the message. I felt Brian’s frustration spike when he heard
it too.
I couldn’t help but recall the pearl buttons on Lawrence bespoke tuxedo. “Pearls,” I answered softly.
Brian’s face twisted in disbelief. “What bridal headpiece? Margaret, are you crazy? You’re really doing this just to force my hand?”
From across the room, Nora gasped, her hand covering her mouth in a perfect display of shock and heartbreak. “Brian… are you getting married?”
Brian turned toward me, his expression dripping with contempt. “Margaret, let me be clear. I only agreed to the engagement, nothing more. Don‘
think you can pressure me with these cheap tactics.”
He stepped closer, his voice laced with malice. “What’s your game, Margaret? Showing up in a wedding dress at the engagement ceremony to try to force my hand? Does the Weller pack really want to marry into the Moore pack this badly? Or are you just that pathetic?”
I struggled to break free, forcing my voice to stay calm. “Let go of me, Brian. That dress is for my wedding–has nothing to do with you.”
Brian scoffed. “Your wedding? Who would ever be your mate? Stop trying to manipulate me. I’ve been watching you try to force me into marriage for years. Let me be honest–I agreed to the engagement to save face for both families. Don’t push your luck.”
Suddenly, the heavy oak door to the private room was slammed open.
“Let her go, now.”
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