A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge (Riley) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Third Person’s POV

Outside the estate gates, a deep, practiced voice suddenly called out.

“Alpha Lucien, are you home? I’m Scarlett’s father–Alpha Alaric. I came here to personally compensate you for the embroidery that was destroyed.”

+8 Pearl’s

Alpha Alaric’s lower body was useless now, his once–commanding frame confined to a wheelchair. Caden Blackthorn stood behind him, pushing him forward with steady, deliberate steps.

The money in Alaric’s hands had been scraped together from selling the last property under his own name.

In truth, he shouldn’t have needed to part with it at all—every coin and asset he’d owned had long been transferred into Elira’s name. If she wished, she could have easily released enough to smooth the path for Scarlett.

But Elira was a woman of calculated greed. Once something entered her grasp, she never gave it back.

When she learned that Alpha Alaric still had a property in his name, she had leaned close, her voice dripping with persuasion.

“Alaric… once Scarlett is free, the three of us will leave Mooncrest behind and head overseas to join our son. That property will be of no use to us then. Better to sell it now–secure her release–and when she walks out, we’ll board the first plane. Won’t that be perfect?”

Alaric hadn’t even thought twice before agreeing.

When Elira received the news, she had been so pleased she celebrated with Caden in the back seat of a car in the hospital parking lot.

It was the last drop of value wrung out of Alpha Alaric.

No money, no home–nothing left.

Once they left the country, he would be left to wander the streets until the end of his days.

A fool to the very last.

And now, that sarne fool–shuffled around like a pawn–was being driven by Caden to the Duskgrave estate.

Alaric’s plan was simple: pay the full value for the shredded National Bloom–two million–and ask Lucien Duskgrave to release Scarlett.

Just a little longer, Scarlett, he thought. Your father is about to bring you home..

He clung to that fantasy, a smug smile creeping onto his face.

After all, who could resist the lure of gold?

In his mind, Lucien’s anger was easy to explain–Scarlett had disrupted Matriarch Duskgrave’s birthday banquet, embarrassing him in front of the elite. But an Alpha prince was still a businessman, and businessmen always loved profit.

Once the money was in his hands, surely Lucien would let Scarlet go.

Alaric was never the kind to forgive and forget. Anyone who crossed him had to pay in pain.

His self–satisfied smirk had barely formed when another car came tearing up the drive, screeching to a halt behind Caden’s.

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