<Chapter 265: His Secret Plots
<b>Chapter </b><b>265</b>: His <b>Secret </b>Plots
Chapter 265: His Secret Plots
(Connor’s POV)
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When Olivia and I returned to the Winters family estate, my mother Katherine was already waiting for us in the living room. The moment she saw Olivia, her smile was unstoppable.
She warmly took Olivia’s hand, overjoyed. “Olivia, from now on, you should change how you address me and call me Mom.”
Olivia smiled sweetly and obediently called out, “Mom.”
Katherine beamed, her happiness overflowing. The sight of my mother’s joy made my chest. swell with satisfaction.
The two families were thrilled about the uing mating ceremony. Katherine had already consulted a pack elder and found an auspicious day–the day after tomorrow–for us toplete our official mating bond registration.
Olivia looked to me, our eyes met in a silent, smiling agreement, and she consented. My wolf practically purred with contentment at her eptance.
Next, they discussed the mating ceremony. Olivia chose Moonlit Lake, a vi by the water that held precious memories of herte mother, Sarah Winters.
She wished for her mother’s spirit to witness her happiness. Richard’s eyes flickered with emotion at the mention of the name, but he and everyone else agreed it was a perfect
location.
The three women–Katherine, Natalie, and Olivia–dived into an animated discussion about all the mating ceremony details, leaving the men unable to get a word in. <fnb5c9> Newest update provided by find(?)ovel</fnb5c9>
Richard nced at me and said, “Connor,e with me.”
I followed him to the tea room. Richard sat down, skillfully preparing the tea with his prized blue and white porcin set.
He didn’t put on the airs of an elder, simply gesturing for me to sit. He poured a cup for his future son–inw.
“Try it,” he said, his voice calm.
I took a sip. Richard’s gaze was serene as he began, “I still remember four years ago, in this
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very tea room, when you came to me to propose a mating alliance.”
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My mind drifted back. Four years ago, as soon as Olivia had graduated, I had been desperate to make her my mate.
I hade to this very room and spent an entire afternoon convincing Richard <i>to </i>give me his daughter’s hand. Richard had agreed, but to my shock, Olivia had resisted so fiercely that she broke ties with her family and fled to Harbor City alone.
I almost chased after her that day but stopped myself, deciding to give her space, hoping she would return to me willingly. In Harbor City, she faced hardship.
Richard had frozen all her cards, leaving her to find a ce to live and a low–paying job as a legal intern in a strange city. I had been tormented by her struggle, secretly sending money to her friends, Reba and Lily, to help her.
But Olivia’s pride was strong; she refusedrge sums, epting only what she could realistically pay back, determined not to be “kept” by her friends.
I had traveled to Harbor City many times, just to watch her from a distance, afraid that my presence would frighten her or, worse, earn her disgust. Then, she started dating Ethan Grey.
The night I found out, I was consumed by a jealousy so intense I wanted to strangle the man. How could Ethan Grey, a worthless yboy with a string of ex–girlfriends, be worthy of my
Olivia?
I had him investigated and discovered the disgusting truth: Ethan had a beloved ‘white moonlight,‘ Cassandra Evans, and Olivia was merely a substitute because of their passing resemnce. The rage this ignited in me was immense.
I decided to act. Using my power and influence as the “Alpha heir of Riverdale,” I subtly manipted events.
I arranged for beautiful, tempting women to be thrown at the phndering Ethan, ensuring he was too preupied to bother Olivia. I then had photos of Ethan’s infidelity sent to Olivia, but she chose to turn a blind eye, though she began to refuse his kisses.
Frustrated, I escted my efforts. I orchestrated a series of problems for the Grey pack’s business holdings, leading to a break in their capital chain.
Even Cassandra’s return to the country was, to some extent, a part of my grand, ruthless design to reim the woman I loved.