Forced to Take the Blame, Reborn as Silverveil’s Royalty Chapter 10

Forced to Take the Blame, Reborn as Silverveil’s Royalty Chapter 10

“Why?!” Lyra screamed. “My parents saved your life! Your whole family owed me from the start!

pu promised my parents you’d take care of me for the rest of my life! And now you’re throwing me away for this useless wreck?”

“She is not useless!” my mother snapped, turning on her with red–rimmed eyes. “She’s my daughter. My real daughter!”

“Then what am I?!” Lyra broke down. “I called you Mom for twenty years! My parents died saving you! And now you’re dumping me for this suicidal piece of trash?”

“Shut up!” My father stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.

The blow sent her stumbling backward into the wall.

She clutched her cheek and stared at him in disbelief.

“You hit me… You actually hit me…” Then she laughed, wild and unhinged.

Pointing at us, she said each word slowly and clearly, “And what exactly do you think you are? You think no one knows about your illegal deals? Want me to list how many people died so you could hold on to your position as Alpha?”

My father’s face changed instantly.

“And you!” Lyra turned to my mother. “Do I need to remind you about all the evidence you fabricated and the witnesses you bribed? Do I need to tell you how many of the cases you handled were wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice?”

My mother went rigid.

“And you two think you’re good people?” Lyra laughed so hard tears started spilling down her face.

“One of you is a hypocritical Alpha. The other is a cold–blooded lawyer. And the daughter you raised

ended up an ex–con. That’s the retribution you deserve.”

She took out her phone and opened an audio file.

“I always knew this day would come, so I kept something in reserve.”

“Every word you said and every thing you did over the years, I recorded. Today I’m going to let the whole world see what kind of people you really are.”

Then she hit play.

In the recordings, my father was making deals with a witch.

My mother was discussing fabricated evidence with clients.

They were deciding how to make me take the fall.

And then there were their voices saying, “Althea’s easy to fool. She’s the best one to send to

prison.”

Line after line sliced through every layer of their disguise like a knife.

My father collapsed onto the floor.

My mother clutched me, shaking all over.

Lyra looked at us and smiled, satisfied.

“You’re finished now,” she said. “Alpha? Luna? Starting today, you’re nothing but pariahs

everyone will spit on.”

She turned to leave.

But when she reached the door, she glanced back at me one last time.

“And don’t get too smug, Althea. Your parents are done for, and you won’t have a good life either. You were born to be a tragedy.”

Then she left.

The door shut behind her.

The whole room fell dead silent.

The story blew up the next day.

“Nightthorn Pack Alpha Accused of Illegal Dealings and Wanton Disregard for Human Life!”

“Star Attorney Exposed for Fabricated Evidence as Wrongful Convictions Surface!”

Lyra dumped every recording and every piece of evidence online, then sat down for media

interviews.

Through tears, she accused my parents of using her and throwing her away.

Public opinion turned against them almost overnight.

Everything that had once made them look glamorous vanished overnight.

Some people dug up my story too and said I was pitiful, said I was innocent.

But more of them were just there to laugh.

They were there to laugh at our whole family.

My father locked himself in his room and stopped eating or drinking.

My mother held me and whispered, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.

But I did not care anymore.

A week later, Lyra died.

She died in a car crash.

The news said she got drunk, drove off an overpass, and died in the wreck.

Some people said it was suicide out of guilt.

Others said someone had silenced her.

Who knew?

Either way, she was dead.

Ronan came to see me again. He said he had nothing left and begged me to take him in.

I did not see him.

He left, but before he went, he said, “Althea, the greatest regret of my life is that I didn’t choose

you.”

I said nothing.

He turned and walked away, his back thin, like that little boy under the overpass years ago.

But I knew he was not that boy anymore.

And I was not the girl who once skipped breakfast to save up and buy him a ring.