He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 137 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 137

Chapter 137

Camila’s POV Post)

I was reviewing a contract in my office when Kent knocked and stepped inside.

“Miss Whitmore, there’s something you might want to know.”

I looked up from the document. “What is it?”

“Lord Julian Blackwell is relocating to Australia. His father has assigned him to oversee a project there. He’s expected to leave today.”

My pen paused. “Julian is going to Australia?”

“Yes, Miss Whitmore.”

I leaned back in my chair, genuinely surprised. The last time Roman and I discussed Julian, he’d remarked that if his younger brother couldn’t keep his distance, he could always be sent somewhere far away. Could Roman have had something to do with this assignment?

I considered asking Kent to look into it, but decided against it. Whatever the reason, Julian’s departure wasn’t something I needed to concern myself with. In fact, I felt relieved. At least I wouldn’t have to keep running into him unexpectedly. Just knowing he would be thousands of miles away made me feel lighter.

“Alright. Thank you, Kent. You can get back to work.”

He nodded and left. I returned to the contract in front of me, determined to make the most of the quiet. With so many pending projects, I had little time to waste thinking about Julian Blackwell.

Over the next few days, I buried myself in work. I was reviewing another report when my phone rang. Anabela’s name appeared on the screen. “Hello, Bella.”

“Camila! Tell me, when was the last time you went on a proper holiday?”

I frowned. “Why are you asking?”

“Because I think you need one. I’ve been looking at a few international events and holiday destinations. We could travel abroad, spend some time at the beach and enjoy ourselves. Maybe meet a few interesting men

along the way.”

I laughed. “Interesting men?”

“Of course! What else? I’ve already picked out some gorgeous bikinis. Imagine us lounging by the beach, sipping cocktails and admiring all the handsome men walking around.”

“Count me out. I have too much work to do.”

“That’s exactly your problem! You’re always working. At this rate, you’ll turn into a walking office file.”

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you.”

“Speaking of which, have you finally worn the lingerie I designed for you?” I froze. “And did your big brother get to see them? Did he like what he saw? Or did he rip them apart? If he did, let me know. I’ll make you another set.”

“Anabela!” I nearly dropped my pen. Why couldn’t this woman forget about those ridiculous lingerie? The moment she mentioned them, I remembered Roman holding up that lacy piece of clothing in my apartment. My cheeks warmed.

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“There’s nothing to report,” I said quickly. “Roman and I are just friends. Strictly platonic.”

“Of course. That’s what all women say about the men they end up sharing a bed with.”

“Bella, we…”

“You don’t have to explain anything. I’m only saying I’m happy if something is finally happening between you two. You deserve to be happy.”

I sighed. “You’re impossible. I can’t have a conversation with you without you turning everything into something ridiculous.”

She laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave you alone. We should catch up properly sometime. Maybe dinner?”

“Definitely. I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

We ended the call and placed my phone beside the documents.

The truth was, I’d barely had time for anything outside work lately. With my grandmother’s health still requiring

attention, I’d been spending most of my time at her residence. I hadn’t even returned to my own apartment for several days. And I certainly hadn’t seen Roman. For once, I wondered if he had been just as busy.

After dinner with Grandma Amelia that evening, I returned to my room and settled at the small table beside the window. My eyes fell on a familiar photo frame. I picked it up, running my fingers gently over the glass.

The photograph showed a happy family of three. My father held my mother’s hand while I stood between them, smiling brightly at the camera. He was a handsome man, and my mother was beautiful. Looking at her now, I could still see the resemblance between us.

They were my parents.

I didn’t have many photographs of us together. I had been too young when the accident happened, and as the years passed, their faces became less distinct in my memory. What remained were fragments: their warmth, their kindness and the feeling of being deeply loved.

My parents had fallen in love against my grandmother’s wishes. My father hadn’t come from a wealthy family, and Amelia had strongly opposed their relationship. But my mother had refused to give him up. She loved him enough to choose him, even if it meant turning her back on her family.

Their disagreement had driven a painful wedge between mother and daughter. For a long time, they barely spoke. Then came the accident. I was the only survivor, protected by my mother’s arms when the car crashed. By the time Grandma Amelia reached Ravencrest, she had lost her daughter and son–in–law. All that remained was a little girl who had no idea what she had lost.

Grandma never recovered from that tragedy. She blamed herself for the years she’d wasted fighting her daughter’s choices and for the reconciliation they never had. Perhaps that was why she had become so protective of me. I was her only family, the one person she couldn’t bear to lose. She rarely denied me anything

never raised her voice at me and avoided disagreements even when she knew I was making a mistake.

Even when I started dating Julian, a relationship she had never approved of, she didn’t try to stop me. She was afraid. Afraid that if she opposed my choices, she might lose me the way she had lost my mother.

I lowered the photograph and stared at my parents‘ smiling faces.

Grandma had spent so many years trying to make up for a past she couldn’t change. I wished she understood that she didn’t have to carry that guilt forever. And I wished I could give her more reasons to smile.

Finally, I reached out to touch the faces behind the glass.

“Hello, Mom. Hello, Dad,” I whispered. “It’s been a while since I talked to you.” My fingers lingered over my

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mother’s face. “I miss you both.”

A faint smile touched my lips, but it didn’t last. The thought of losing Grandma crept into my mind, bringing with it a fear I rarely allowed myself to acknowledge. If anything happened to her, I would have no one left. had grown up knowing only her love and protection. I didn’t even know whether I had grandparents, uncles, aunts or other relatives on my father’s side. I couldn’t remember ever meeting any of them, even when my parents were alive. Whenever I asked Grandma, her answer was always the same. “Your father was a orphan.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at the photograph again. “I’ll take good care of Grandma. promise. And I’ll be okay. She will be too.” I brushed my fingertip over my mother’s face one last time. “Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad. I love you.”

Carefully, I returned the frame to its place on the table.

It was the only photograph I had of the three of us together. The image was old and slightly faded, but I treasured it more than anything. The picture might have lost some of its clarity over the years, but the happiness captured in it never would.