Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 49 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 49

Chapter 49 

Camila’s POV Post 

My response seemed to irritate her more than any argument could have. Her smile faltered as she searched my face, clearly trying to work out what I knew that she didn’t. Why wasn’t I angry? Why wasn’t I begging the police to reconsider their decision? A flicker of uncertainty crossed her eyes. 

Perhaps she was beginning to suspect that getting out of the police station wasn’t the end of the matter. Or perhaps she was finally realising that I was just getting started with her. 

Julian approached her, and the two prepared to leave. I made no attempt to stop them. simply watched as they headed for the exit, perfectly content to let them believe the worst was behind them. 

Then their phones rang. Almost simultaneously. 

Julian pulled his phone from his pocket. The moment he saw the caller’s name, his expression changed. It was his father. “Dad?” The response came so loudly that I could hear the angry voice even from where I stood. 

“JULIAN! Have you completely lost your mind? How many more disasters are you going to bring upon this family?” 

Julian stiffened. “What’s wrong? What happened?” 

“What happened?” His father sounded ready to explode. “Have you been living under a rock? Go online and see what your wife has done! And if she can’t stop dragging the family name through the mud, then divorce her. I won’t have the Blackwell family paying for her recklessness!” 

Julian’s face drained of colour. “Dad, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” 

“You still need me to explain everything to you? If the Whitmore Group decides to turn this into a war, do you understand the consequences? I don’t care what happens to the Laurent family, but if the Blackwell Group suffers because of this scandal, you can forget about calling yourself my son!” 

The call ended abruptly. For several seconds, Julian stood motionless, staring at his screen as though his father might call back and explain what had just happened. Beside him, Vivienne had gone equally pale. Her phone was still pressed to her ear, but the confident woman who had strutted out of the interrogation room moments earlier was nowhere to be seen. “What did your father say?” she demanded. 

Julian slowly turned towards her. “What did yours say?” 

Vivienne swallowed. “He was shouting about the Laurent Group’s stock. He said the shares are dropping, and nobody knows why,” 

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Julian’s eyes widened. He immediately opened his browser and searched for the latest business news. The colour disappeared from his face as the results loaded. “That’s impossible,” he muttered. 

Vivienne grabbed his arm. “What? What is it?” He didn’t answer. He was staring at the headline on his screen, his thumb frozen above it. 

I couldn’t see the words from where I stood, but I could see the panic spreading across his face. For the first time that day, neither of them looked untouchable. I slipped my hand into my pockets, hiding my smile. They had mistaken my silence for defeat. They had assumed that because the police weren’t ready to act, they had nothing left to fear. How wrong they were. 

Julian finally looked up, his eyes sweeping the room until they landed on me. “Camila,” he said, his voice suddenly strained. “Did you have anything to do with this?” 

I tilted my head innocently. “Do what, Julian?” 

Before he could respond, Vivienne’s phone vibrated again. She glanced at the screen, and whatever she read made her gasp. 

“Julian…” Her voice trembled. “You need to see this.” 

He snatched the phone from her hand. As he read the message, his expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then to outright horror. 

And when he raised his eyes to mine again, I knew their Karma had only just begun. 

Roman’s POV 

Damon watched Camila’s car disappear beyond the arena gates before turning to me with a mischievous grin. “So, Alpha, how does it feel to risk your neck for a woman who couldn’t even spare you a thank-you?” 

I gave him a bored look. “Was I supposed to stand there waiting for applause?” 

“Not applause. Just a little appreciation.” He chuckled. “You know, most men would be offended. They save a beautiful woman from a potentially fatal accident, and she walks away without so much as a backward glance.” 

“Then most men should find better hobbies.” 

Damon laughed. “You’re impossible. But let’s be realistic. Even if Vivienne gets arrested, do you honestly think your family will let her rot in prison? Julian has enough connections to make that problem disappear. And if the Laurent family gets involved, good luck getting justice. Camila’s recording might embarrass Vivienne, but embarrassment doesn’t always put rich people behind bars.” 

He had a point. Money could buy excellent lawyers, influence decisions, and make inconvenient problems disappear. The law was supposed to treat everyone equally, but the world rarely worked that neatly. I studied my friend. “You seem remarkably invested in what 

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His grin vanished. “I’m simply stating the obvious.” 

“course.” I turned towards the parking area. “Let’s go to the police station, then.” 

Damon stared at me. “Wait. What?” 

“You wanted to see how the matter would end. I’m giving you the opportunity.” 

“I never said I wanted to go!” 

“Then you can explain to the police why you abandoned your car at the racetrack.” 

He hurried after me, muttering under his breath. I smiled to myself. 

Damon had been my friend long enough to know better than to argue with me when I’d already made up my mind. Besides, I had my own reasons for wanting to see what Camila would do next. 

The police station was considerably livelier than I’d expected. 

Officers moved through the reception area, people gathered around the waiting benches, and the constant buzz of ringing phones filled the room. 

Camila stood near the counter, looking remarkably composed for someone who had nearly been killed on a racetrack that afternoon. 

A short distance away, Julian and Vivienne were occupied with their phones. Julian’s expression was growing darker by the second, while Vivienne looked increasingly agitated. 

Before I could make sense of their reactions, my phone vibrated. 

A message from Elis Kain appeared on the screen, followed by a link. 

Sir, you should see what’s happening online. It’s spreading fast. 

I opened it. The trending page was practically drowning in Vivienne’s name. 

#VivienneLaurentAbove TheLaw 

#AttemptedMurderAnd NoRemorse 

#TheRichThinkTheyOwnTheLaw 

#BlackwellFamilyUnderFire 

I scrolled through the headlines, and my eyebrows rose slightly. 

Someone had released some recordings. The comments were coming in so quickly that the page struggled to load them all. 

“She actually admitted that she wanted another woman dead because her husband couldn’t forget his ex? How sick do you have to be?” 

“If she can openly boast about getting away with attempted murder, imagine what she thinks she can do behind closed doors. I’m done supporting the Laurent Group.” 

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“Wait, isn’t this the woman who married Julian Blackwell after his relationship with his former mate fell apart? Did she really think killing the other woman would solve her 

marriage problems?” 

“Listen to the recording! She said he would stop thinking about his ex only if the woman died . That’s not love. That’s obsession.” 

“If the police let her go because of her family’s influence, then what exactly are ordinary people supposed to do when the rich come after them?” 

The criticism grew more vicious with every refresh. People who had once praised Vivienne’s glamorous lifestyle and carefully polished public image were now questioning whether any of it had been genuine. 

The Laurent Group was being dragged into the controversy, and the Blackwell family was catching its share of the backlash. Some people were already calling for boycotts. Others demanded an independent investigation into the attempted murder. 

I lowered my phone slightly. Damon leaned over my shoulder, read a few comments, and whistled. “Damn. She’s having a terrible day.” 

“She’s earned it.” 

He looked at me. “You think Camila released the recording?” 

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