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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 46 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 46

Chapter 46

Roman’s POV Post

I still had no proof. But watching her race like this only added another question to my growing list. People didn’t acquire such skills overnight. You had to learn, practise, and have access to the right opportunities. And that level of confidence behind the wheel wasn’t something I’d expect from an ordinary woman with an ordinary upbringing. It spoke of privilege. Of someone who’d had the freedom to explore, make mistakes, and indulge in expensive hobbies without worrying about the consequences. A well-raised, thoroughly spoilt heir, perhaps. I almost smiled. Was I looking at a hidden heiress who’d been playing an ordinary woman all along?

“True,” Damon said, nodding at my earlier remark. Then he turned to me with a suspicious look. “Wait a minute. Her car malfunctioned earlier, and you rushed onto the track like you knew something was wrong. You even helped her stop it. Since when did you become such a hero?”

“It’s nothing.” My gaze remained on Camila.

“Nothing?” Damon scoffed. “Remember when we went bike racing and I lost control? You stood there watching me hit the ground like it was the funniest thing you’d ever seen. You didn’t even try to help!”

“And?”

His mouth fell open. “And? I’m your friend, Roman! Your own friend! Are you seriously telling me that woman ranks higher than me now?”

I gave him a sideways glance. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

“Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

I ignored his complaints, though his outrage was mildly entertaining, and focused on Camila again.

Vivienne had scrambled back to her feet. Her face was twisted with fury, and judging by the way she charged toward Camila, she hadn’t learned a damn thing from what had just happened. She raised her hand to strike. Camila caught her wrist before the blow landed.

With her other hand, she lifted her phone. “Before you try that again, you might want to look at this.”

A video played on the screen. Damon and I moved closer to the scene. From where I stood, I could make out the racetrack surveillance footage showing Aria tampering with Camila’s

car.

Interesting. Camila hadn’t merely survived the sabotage. She’d managed to secure the evidence. Damon and I exchanged glances and stayed quiet.

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“You called for a rematch to distract everyone while Aria messed with my car,” she said, holding Vivienne’s gaze. “You thought I’d crash, and you’d walk away as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately for you, I have the footage. And the damaged car is evidence too.”

Vivienne’s expression faltered. “I’ve already called the police,” Camila continued. “You could have killed me. Let’s see how you explain attempted murder to them.”

Aria went pale. “You called the police?” she blurted out. “Where did you get that video?” Her eyes remained fixed on the phone. She looked as though she’d just watched her entire future collapse.

Vivienne recovered first, though her confidence was beginning to crack. “That video

fake!” she snapped. “You could have edited anything onto that screen. Do you expect us to believe your little performance?”

Camila laughed coldly. “Believe whatever you want. The police can examine the footage themselves. And if Aria touched my car, her fingerprints would be there. You can’t talk your way out of physical evidence.”

Aria went rigid. I watched the two women carefully. Vivienne was still trying to bluff her way out of trouble, but Aria looked close to falling apart. She’d clearly imagined a different outcome-one where Camila was disgraced, perhaps injured, and unable to prove who was responsible. Instead, Camila had turned the entire situation against them.

I had to admit, I liked the way she handled herself. She didn’t waste time shouting empty threats or begging anyone to believe her. She presented her evidence and let her enemies

panic.

A faint smile touched my lips. Camila Hart was becoming more interesting by the minute. And if my suspicion was correct, Julian had made the mistake of his life by throwing her

away.

The thought was almost enough to make me look forward to the day he discovered exactly whom he’d lost.

Camila’s POV

“It wasn’t me!” Aria suddenly blurted out. “It was Vivienne! She’s the one who told me to do

it!”

Vivienne whipped around to stare at her. “Are you fucking serious right now, Aria?”

I almost laughed. So much for loyalty. Vivienne looked as though she’d just been stabbed in the back. She’d probably brought Aria here, given her a chance to mingle with the wealthy and powerful, and now the girl was throwing her under the bus the moment things got ugly.

But Aria wasn’t interested in gratitude or loyalty anymore. The thought of being charged with attempted murder had frightened her out of whatever sense of allegiance she’d had.

“I’m telling the truth!” she insisted, her voice shaking. “Vivienne is jealous of you! She told me to tamper with your brakes. She said you’d crash, everyone would think it was an

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accident, and nobody would ever suspect us. She planned the whole thing!”

She pointed an accusing finger at Vivienne. “If you’re calling the police, arrest her! She’s the one who wanted you dead. I was only following her instructions!”

The crowd erupted. Phones were raised everywhere, recording every word. A few spectators exchanged stunned looks, while others whispered excitedly. Whatever doubts remained about the sabotage, Aria’s panicked confession had just made the situation a whole lot uglier.

Vivienne’s face twisted with fury. “You ungrateful little bitch!”

Before I could blink, she struck Aria across the face. The sharp slap cut through the noise!

Aria staggered, clutching her cheek, but Vivienne wasn’t finished. She slapped her again, then lunged at her with a string of furious curses. “You lying snake! Take back what you said, or I’ll make you regret opening that filthy mouth!”

Aria’s fear quickly gave way to anger. She shoved Vivienne away.

“Oh, shut up! You wanted me to help you kill someone, and now you’re pretending to be innocent? I’m not taking the fall for you!”

Vivienne looked ready to tear her apart. Aria wasn’t backing down either. “My aunt married into the Blackwell family, and my cousin is their favourite boy. You think I’m going to let you ruin my life to save your own ass?”

That seemed to be the final straw. Vivienne lunged at her, and the two women crashed into each other. What followed was a disgraceful spectacle. They grabbed each other’s hair, clawed at faces, and screamed insults loud enough for everyone around them to hear.

Vivienne tried to drag Aria down by her hair, but Aria retaliated by grabbing the front of Vivienne’s outfit and yanking hard. The fabric tore. Vivienne’s eyes widened as the neckline of her clothes ripped, exposing boobs.

Several people gasped, but the phones were already recording. No one was going to forget this scene anytime soon. For someone who cared so much about her public image, Vivienne was having a spectacularly bad day.

I watched the two women wrestle on the ground, their earlier alliance reduced to a vicious fight over who would take the blame. Pathetic.

They had conspired to watch me die, and now they couldn’t even stand beside each other long enough to face the consequences.

I couldn’t care less who won their little fight, I’d already called the police, and they were on their way. The sound of approaching sirens soon reached the arena. When the officers finally appeared, the crowd parted to let them through.

Vivienne was the first to notice them. Her face lost its colour. With her hair tangled, clothes torn, and dignity in tatters, she looked nothing like the polished woman who’d strutted

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around the arena earlier. She scrambled to her feet and cast a nervous glance around, clearly looking for a way out.