Chapter 347 The Fall of Charlotte
<b>Amelia’s </b>POV
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She stormed onto the rooftop, eyes zing with fury as though she wanted to tear me apart.
Charlotte–Charles‘ eldest daughter. Raised in wealth and luxury, proud as a peacock.
But now her silks had lost their sheen, and exhaustion shadowed her eyes.
She lunged at me, her palm cracking across my cheek. The p echoed sharply in the quiet rooftop. “Whore! How dare you still breathe? You, the bastard no one should have acknowledged, destroyed everything Wave Pack had!”
I didn’t react. The pain on my face felt distant, as though dulled by fog.
My silence only stoked her rage. She kicked me to the ground, yanking at my hair with frenzied strength, hurling curses like venom. “You were a mistake from the moment you were born! A filthy Omega–your ce is in the gutter! Why did you go after Leslie? Why did you provoke Kirby? Who do you think you are? You ruined me! You ruined my life! I can never go back. Everyone avoids me now, like I’m a gue!”
Her words cut deeper than her fists, each one slicing my heart open.
But my mind wandered elsewhere–back to Kirby’s merciless face.
He had said, “You’re not worthy of beingpared to Leslie.”
That sentence hit harder than any blow, piercing straight through my pride.
And he was right. No matter how much I schemed, I couldn’t even measure up to a strand of her hair.
Charlotte’s rant continued. Gasping for breath, she staggered toward the railing, back to me, still venting her venom. “Let me tell you this–your Omega mother’s debts won’t be covered by the family anymore. If you’re broke, then steal, beg, or sell yourself—”
Her words snapped into a shriek that tore through the night.
I had risen without realizing it. My empty eyes now burned with madness, with the fury of someone cornered beyond reason.
Like a silent beast, I slipped behind her and, with thest of my strength, shoved her off the edge.
The thud below was faint, almost unreal, followed by the rising chorus of horrified screams.
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I stood at the rooftop’s edge, exhaling slowly, staring at my trembling hands. A twisted smile crept across my face.
Leia fell silent before whispering, “Amelia… you’ve lost your mind.”
I ignored her. Hatred zed inside me, and for the first time in a long while, I felt crystal clear.
I could never reach Leslie’s height. I didn’t even have the right to look up at her.
But Charlotte–the curse that had pressed on me since birth–I had destroyed her with my own hands.
From now on, perhaps I was the only daughter left of Wave Pack–if that broken thing could still be called a family.
<b>Leslie’s </b>POV
A light breeze rustled the cards on the table. I was ying with Astrid and Am, while Eric shouted for another round to liven things up.
In Rogue Pack’s lounge,ughter mingled with the clinking of sses–a rare moment of peace.
My hand was good. I was calcting how to beat Astrid when my phone buzzed. Liam. I nced at the screen and answered. “Speak.”
“Amelia’s been caught,” Liam’s voice was calm. “She pushed Charlotte off a thirty–story rooftop. Instant death. The Central City enforcement unit has taken over. She won’t escape.”
For a moment, I froze. The cards slipped from my fingers onto the table. A surge ofplicated emotions welled up.
Amelia?
The woman who was always pitiful before me–she had done this?
Leaning back in my chair, I felt the pine–scent of my pheromones ripple, tinged with an unfamiliar agitation.
Asphodel sneered in my mind. “Tch. Leslie, that woman’s truly insane. But at least she finally showed some fangs–there’s a bit of wolf left in her after all!”
I ignored her, answering tly, “I understand. Keep it quiet. Don’t let the news spread unchecked.”
I hung up. My gaze lingered on the cards scattered across the table, but the mood was gone.