The Rejected Envoy of the Moon Chapter 07

The Rejected Envoy of the Moon Chapter 07

The Virethorn Pack, meanwhile, had descended into total chaos.

Paparazzi had caught every second of the airport scene on video.

The headlines were savage.

“Real vs. Fake Princess Showdown at Airport – Virethorn Pack’s Imposter Dumped at Her Own Engagement.”

“Claire Virethorn’s True Identity Revealed: Luna of the Nocturne Pack.”

Virethorn Pack stock hit the daily limit down.

Partners pulled their money overnight.

Edward launched an investigation into what happened seven years ago, desperate to save himself.

He wasn’t trying to clear my name.

He was just looking for a lifeline.

But what he uncovered was enough to grind every face in the Virethorn Pack into the dirt.

Grace had never been pregnant.

The hospital certificate was bought.

The so-called miscarriage was a performance staged with a bribed nurse.

Restored security footage showed Grace standing at the top of the stairs, glancing back at me once, and

then throwing herself down.

I was ten feet away.

When the files reached the Virethorn Pack, I heard Patricia collapsed on the spot.

Thorne went up to the attic where I used to live.

It had long since been converted into a junk room.

He found my diary in an old cardboard box.

The first page read:

“Came home today. Mom didn’t hug me, but she set up a room for me. That’s a start, I guess.”

The second page:

“Big brother likes piano. I want to get him a present.”

The third page:

“Grace says I’m trying to steal her family. I’m not.”

The entries got shorter and shorter.

“Had to kneel again today.”

“Dad says I’m vicious.”

“Mom says I should never have come back.”

“Brother burned me. It really hurts.”

The last page was barely legible, the handwriting a wreck.

“If I die in the rain, will they feel sorry?”

Thorne read it all the way through. Then he sat in that attic and cried until his voice gave out.

Late that night, I got a call.

“Luna, someone is kneeling outside the flower shop.”

My Beta sent a photo.

Edward, Patricia, and Thorne, all three of them on their knees in the mud and rain.

Grace didn’t come.

She was smarter than them.

She knew I wouldn’t forgive.

Zephyr asked if I wanted to go.

I said, “Let’s take a look.”

Half an hour later, the car stopped across the street from the shop.

Patricia was swaying on her knees, hair plastered to her face.

Edward held up a cardboard sign.

It read: Claire, Mom and Dad were wrong. Please come home.

Thorne clutched my diary in his hands.

The moment he saw my car, he scrambled to his feet and rushed toward it.

“Claire!”

The driver asked, “Luna, should I stop?”

I lowered the window.

Thorne was drenched, but a tiny spark of hope reignited in his eyes.

“Claire, I know I was wrong.”

“We all know we were wrong.”

“Get out and let your brother talk to you. Please. Just a few words.”

I looked past him at the shop sign.

I had painted and hung that sign with my own two hands.

For seven years, I had built a good life all on my own.

“Drive.”

The driver hesitated for a second, then obeyed.

The tires rolled through a puddle.

Muddy water splashed across every Virethorn face.

Patricia shrieked.

Edward wiped frantically at his eyes.

Thorne stood frozen in place, the diary in his hands swelling and wrinkling in the rain.

I closed the window.

“Take me home.”

One week later, the Silvermist Pack hosted a charity gala.

The day the invitations went out, the entire social circle exploded.

The long-lost heiress of the Silvermist Pack.

The Luna of the Nocturne Pack.

Stack those two identities together, and a lot of people needed to reshuffle their decks.

I walked into the venue wearing a gown Mrs. Nocturne had personally selected.

Benjamin took my arm and escorted me down the red carpet.

When the cameras focused on me, he made his announcement to the crowd.

“This is the princess of the Silvermist Pack. Claire.”

“From this day forward, no one gets past her at our door.”

Applause erupted.

I spotted the Virethorn Pack members in a far corner. They had weaseled their way in.

Edward was wearing an ill-fitting suit. Patricia’s makeup couldn’t hide the exhaustion carved into her face.

Thorne was thinner.

They had taken out a private loan just to buy the cheapest seats at the edge of the room.

The moment Patricia saw me, she tried to rush over.

“Claire!”

Security blocked her immediately.

She cried without restraint.

“I’m her mother!”

“Let me see my daughter!”

Every guest in the room turned to look.

Edward grabbed a microphone and walked straight to the center of the ballroom.

“Everyone, I’d like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to my birth daughter.”

The crowd held their champagne glasses and settled in for the show.

“Seven years ago, we were deceived by Grace and wrongly blamed Claire.”

“We failed her.”

“Today, I am announcing publicly that the Virethorn Pack is expelling Grace.”

“Every remaining share of the Virethorn Pack will be transferred to Claire as compensation.”

Patricia sobbed and nodded.

“Claire, Mama was wrong.”

“Come home, sweetheart.”

“From now on, you’ll be the only one Mama loves.”