Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 47 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 47

Chapter 47 

Camila’s POV Post 

She spun around, fury flashing in her eyes. “Let go of me!” 

“Not until the police have a chance to hear your side of the story.” I held on firmly You were happy to plot my death when you thought you’d get away with it. Now the people you’ve been trying to deceive are here. Why are you running?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself!” she snapped, struggling against my grip. 

“Then stay and prove your innocence.” 

The officers reached us, and the noise around the arena gradually died down. Everyone seemed eager to see how this would end, with several spectators still holding up their phones to record the scene. 

Aria had gone quiet. The woman who’d been so quick to throw Vivienne under the bus now looked as though she wished the ground would swallow her whole. Her face twisted with outrage as the officers prepared to take her away. 

“You’ll pay for this, Camila! I’m a Laurent, and I’m married to a Blackwell. You think you can treat me like this and get away with it? Just wait!” 

I gave her a cool, unimpressed look. “That’s a lot of family names for someone who can’t take responsibility for her own actions.” 

A few people nearby snickered. Vivienne’s expression darkened, but I had no intention of letting her intimidate me. I turned to the officers. “I want to make a formal complaint. Aria has already confessed to tampering with my car, and I have a recording of her admitting that Vivienne instructed her to do it. The driver who repeatedly rammed my car was also hired by Vivienne. Please obtain the racetrack surveillance footage and investigate everyone involved.” 

One of the officers nodded and asked to see the recording. The moment Vivienne realised I had captured Aria’s confession, her face drained of colour. 

“That’s a lie!” she protested. “She’s making the whole thing up to frame me!” 

“Then you should have no problem explaining yourself at the station,” I replied. 

Her mouth opened, but no convincing response came out. The officers informed both women that they would be taken in for questioning. I would also need to provide a statement, but I asked if I could report to the station shortly. There was something I needed to do first. Someone had risked his safety to intervene when my car was in danger. He’d driven onto the track and helped me when I might otherwise have crashed. I hadn’t even managed to thank him, let alone find out who he was. 

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Once the officers escorted Vivienne and Aria away, I turned to Anabela. “Bella, did you see who drove onto the track to help me?” 

She shook her head. “No. I was too busy worrying about you. I barely noticed anything else.” 

I pulled out my phone and sent Kent a message, asking him to retrieve the relevant surveillance footage. I needed to identify my unexpected rescuer. I’d just sent the message when someone called from behind us. “Sis-in-law!” 

I turned toward the voice, only to see Damon approaching with a broad grin. Before I could ask what he was talking about, a hand came down sharply on the back of his head. 

“Ow! What was that for?” 

“Watch your mouth,” a familiar male voice said coolly. “Who gave you permission to call her that?” 

A shiver ran down my spine as I turned and found myself staring into Roman Blackwell’s eyes. My heart stumbled. 

Of all the people I expected to see, why did it have to be him? And why did his presence affect me this much? 

“When did you get here?” I asked Roman, still trying to make sense of his sudden 

appearance. 

I’d seen Damon after the first race, when he and Anabela had a fight but Roman hadn’t been anywhere in my line of sight. Now that he was standing in front of me, a thought crept into my mind. Could he have been the man who’d driven onto the track to save me? 

It was possible, but it didn’t sound like Roman. If he’d rescued me, wouldn’t he have seized the opportunity to demand gratitude and tease me about owing him another favour? 

Roman slipped his hands into his pockets. “Just got here.” 

I studied his face. “Were you the one who came onto the track earlier?” 

He didn’t answer. Instead, those dark eyes settled on mine, and the faint curve of his lips made my stomach flutter. “Why?” he asked. “Were you hoping it was me?” 

I immediately regretted the question. “Of course not!” I shot back. “Then it definitely wasn’t you.” 

One eyebrow lifted. “That’s an interesting conclusion. Care to explain?” 

I gave him a pointed look, “You’re always buried in work. When would you have time to play racing driver? Besides, the man on that track knew exactly what he was doing. His control was impressive, his timing precise. And look at you.” My gaze dropped to his immaculate suit and polished shoes. “You’re dressed for a business meeting, not a racetrack.” 

Damon opened his mouth, but Roman cut him off without even looking his way. “So you really don’t want it to have been me?” 

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His question caught me off guard. “I’m only being logical,” I insisted, though suddenly, I wasn’t nearly as certain as I’d been a moment ago. 

Roman’s faint smile deepened, as if he knew something I didn’t. 

And that only made me more suspicious. Could he really have been the man who saved me? More importantly, why would Roman Blackwell risk driving onto a dangerous track for my sake without even mentioning it afterward? 

That was so unlike him. Unless, of course, he had a reason he wasn’t telling me. Kent was already looking into the racetrack footage, so I expected to learn the identity of my unexpected rescuer soon enough. 

I turned to Anabela. “Bella, stay here and make sure you claim the priced car. I need to get to the police station and give my statement.” 

She studied me with a worried expression. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along? 

don’t like the idea of you dealing with Vivienne and Aria by yourself.” 

“Don’t worry. I can handle them.” I gave her a reassuring smile before heading for my car. Roman and Damon didn’t object to my leaving. 

I had barely settled into the driver’s seat when my phone vibrated. 

Kent had sent me a message. ‘Miss Whitmore, we’ve located the footage. The man who intervened during the race was Roman Blackwell.’ 

An attached video appeared beneath the message. I opened it immediately. The security camera had captured the racetrack from a distance, and the images were grainy. Nevertheless, one detail stood out. The man in the black suit was impossible to miss among the brightly dressed spectators. It was him, Roman. 

I watched the footage carefully. He had arrived shortly before the race began and spent a little time with Damon. Then, barely half a minute after the starting signal, something seemed to catch his attention. He moved quickly, took the car Damon had brought, and drove straight onto the track. The next few moments revealed exactly what he had done. Roman had positioned his car to obstruct the driver pursuing me, then moved ahead to help bring my speeding vehicle under control. 

My fingers tightened around the phone. So it really had been him. 

Had Roman not intervened, I might be lying in a hospital bed-or worse. The thought sent a chill through me, and for a moment, I simply stared at his image on the screen. Part of me had suspected his involvement, but seeing the evidence was different. 

Why did my rescuer have to be Roman Blackwell of all people? 

With anyone else, the solution would have been simple, I could send an expensive gift, transfer some money, or find another suitable way to express my gratitude. Roman was a different matter. He had more money than he could reasonably spend, and I doubted there was anything I could buy that he would consider worthwhile. Worse, I could easily picture 

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the amused look he would give me if I suggested a reward, as though I had just done something utterly ridiculous. 

The thought annoyed me more than it should have. 

I locked my phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat. I had enough problems to deal with already. I wasn’t about to waste the journey wondering how to thank a man who might turn the whole thing into a joke. For now, I had a case to pursue. 

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