Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Birthday Party and Hidden Truths

Chapter 2: Birthday Party and Hidden Truths

(Olivia’s POV)

Ethan instinctively brushed off Cassandra’s hand from around his arm, causing her expression

to freeze. The gesture was quick, almost panicked.

“I’m also a friend of Sophie’s. Is it strange that I’m here for her birthday party?” I smiled faintly

at him, keeping my voice light despite the storm brewing inside me.

“No, I just thought you didn’t like these kinds of gatherings, so I didn’t tell you in advance,”

Ethan replied, his voice strained.

A wave of disdain washed over me. Did he really not tell me because of my supposed

preferences, or was he hiding the fact he planned to bring someone else? The answer was

painfully obvious.

Ethan’s cold blue gaze swept the room as if silently demanding, “Who invited her here?”

I noticed Sophie avoiding his eyes with guilt, pretending it had nothing to do with her. So much

for friendship.

The woman beside Ethan stepped forward with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Hello, you must be Olivia Winters. I’m Cassandra Evans. You’ve probably heard Ethan mention

me, right?”

So, this was Ethan’s first love, the one who had left him heartbroken. Despite the suffocating

pain in my chest–three years of genuine affection not easily erased–I masked my feelings

well, lips curved in a polite greeting.

“Miss Evans, I’ve heard so much about you.” The lie slipped easily from my lips. In truth, Ethan

had barely mentioned her.

Cassandra smiled sweetly yet provocatively. “Has anyone told you we actually look alike?”

At those words, Ethan’s face darkened instantly. The resemblance between us was his dirty

little secret, the reason he’d approached me in the first place. Now it was being laid bare for

everyone to see.

I glanced mockingly at him, then smiled with innocent amber eyes at Cassandra. “Oh? Really? I don’t think so–I’m prettier.”

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The room fell silent. Several people gasped softly. Wasn’t I always the gentle, obedient type? The one who never talked back? The perfect, accommodating girlfriend? My wolf, Cora, purred

with satisfaction at my newfound backbone.

Sophie hurried over, her face a mask of forced cheerfulness. “Let’s not stand around! Come in,

have some drinks!”

Cassandra forced a smile, suppressing her annoyance, and handed over her gift. “Happy birthday, Soph.”

When Sophie unwrapped it, her eyes widened. “Wow, this is the pendant I’ve wanted for so

long. Thank you, Cassandra.”

Then she opened my gift bag, and her expression shifted to confusion. “Wow! Liv, you got me

the same necklace!”

I watched as she held up two identical platinum wolf pendants, both gleaming under the party lights. What were the odds?

Suddenly, Victoria Reed, a woman in Sophie’s circle who had always looked down on me,

sneered loudly. “Must be fake. That platinum pendant costs more than five thousand dollars.

Olivia’s just a little lawyer–how could she afford something like that?”

The room fell silent, judgmental eyes converging on me. Even Ethan’s expression soured.

“If you’re short on money, you could have told me. I could have helped with the gift…why would

you-” He stopped himself, but the implication was clear to everyone.

Why would you give a fake? Though he couldn’t finish the sentence, his meaning was

unmistakable.

I met his gaze coldly. “Do you also think mine is fake, Ethan?”

He said nothing, tacitly admitting it. Three years together, and he still thought so little of me.

Sophie tried to smooth things over, her voice artificially bright. “Of course it’s not fake! We’re

good friends; she wouldn’t do that. Don’t be so harsh.”

But from her eyes, I glimpsed disdain and suspicion. My heart chilled further. I had bought the expensive pendant to thank Sophie for past kindness–after all, when I’d arrived alone in Harbor City three years ago, cut off by my family for refusing the arranged marriage with Connor Rivers, Sophie had stood up for me when others ostracized me as an outsider without

wealth or connections.

I once naively believed Sophie was truly different. How ridiculous.

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Now that my father had restored my access to the family funds after my reluctant agreement

to the family engagement with Connor, five thousand dollars meant nothing to me. Yet no one

believed my sincerity.

Ethan reached out to take the gift. “Give me the necklace. I’ll buy a new birthday present for

Soph to make up for this. Liv was just being thoughtless.”

Sophie hesitated, caught between giving Ethan face and acknowledging the necklace as fake,

which would embarrass me–and thus Ethan himself.

I folded my arms coolly. “Since he wants it, just give it to him.”

Sophie reluctantly handed it over, avoiding my eyes.

Cassandra suddenly interjected, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Don’t blame Olivia.

She meant well.”

Ethan remained silent, face dark as the night sky. The tension in the room was suffocating.

Someone suggested playing drinking games to break the awkwardness. Cassandra joined in

with a bright laugh, clearly eager to be the center of attention.

I, uninterested in their games, moved to a corner sofa and focused on my phone. After a

pause, Ethan followed and sat beside me.

Without looking up, I continued playing on my phone as Ethan reprimanded me quietly.

“If you were short on money, you could have bought something cheaper instead of giving a fake. You know you embarrassed me in front of everyone, right?”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then fixed him with a sharp amber stare. “How did I embarrass you? The receipt is in the bag. Want me to take you to the boutique to verify it?”

Startled, Ethan rummaged through the gift bag, finding the official invoice from Lunar Jewelers of Harbor City. His eyes widened as he realized the pendant was genuine.

His tone softened immediately. “Why didn’t you just say you had the receipt?”

“Didn’t feel like it,” I replied coldly, returning to my game.

After a moment, he muttered an apology. “Sorry, I misunderstood you earlier.”

I ignored him completely, focusing intently on my phone screen. Ethan fell silent, but from the corner of my eye, I could see his gaze drifting unconsciously to the crowd–more precisely, to

Cassandra.

When I finished my game and looked up, I caught him staring at Cassandra, who was being

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