Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 411 – Olivia’s Confession

Olivia dropped her eyes to the floor, completely unable to meet anyone’s gaze. Her hands shook violently in her lap as she kept twisting her fingers together over and over, the suffocating silence pressing down on her like a ton of bricks. Nobody rushed her. They all just waited, hungry for every single ugly detail of the truth.

After sucking in a shaky breath, she finally forced herself to keep going.

"So... I sent Oriana a letter," she whispered, her voice barely loud enough to carry across the deck.

"It took months before I finally got a reply." A sad little smile flickered across her face for just a second before it vanished completely. "She apologized for taking so long and explained that all her Luna duties had kept her swamped, so she couldn’t write back any sooner."

Olivia swallowed hard around the massive lump in her throat.

"She also said she couldn’t tell her husband about me until we met in person. She wanted us to take a DNA test first so there’d be zero doubt that we were really twins."

Her fingers squeezed each other so tightly her knuckles went bone white.

Life could be so unbelievably cruel. For more than thirty years she had lived wrapped in luxury, respected and treated like a true Luna.

Now here she was, stripped of everything she had stolen, sitting alone while every person she once called family stared at her with pure disgust and hatred burning in their eyes.

It was impossible not to miss the life she had lost.

Still... deep down in her shattered heart, a tiny, desperate spark of hope refused to die. She kept clinging to the fragile dream that the man who had looked at her with love every single morning for decades might somehow find it in himself to show her even a shred of mercy and forgiveness.

the only reason she decided to lay everything bare now

through," she admitted softly, "but

went distant as the memories flooded

out a date for us to meet and gave me the address for

bitter laugh slipped out of her before she could

got the chance

on her shoulders. Sometimes she couldn’t stop torturing herself with thoughts of how completely different everything

arms. Maybe her sister would have protected her. Maybe she

none of this horror

what-ifs haunted her every

part of her wished desperately that the truth had stayed buried forever. If Jasmine had just kept her mouth shut... if Seraphine had never shown up in Voren’s life, if every secret had remained hidden, they all could

started

like broken glass. "He treated me

deathly quiet. No one dared interrupt

would beat me senseless whenever he got drunk." Her breathing turned ragged and uneven. "He insulted me, humiliated me, and blamed me

around herself, almost like she

poured down her cheeks. "He locked me in a room for days. No food. Just enough

squeezed her eyes shut tight. "After that... I was too terrified to ever

room showed any sympathy. Not Vladimir, not Voren, not Seraphine, and definitely not even Kylie. The

their cold, unforgiving expressions and

hold her. He kept saying I wasn’t fit to be her mother. Most of the time he just sent her away to live with his