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

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< You Marked Her. Now You’re Mad I Slept with Your Brother?

Chapter 51

Camila’s POV Post

Vivienne couldn’t stand another minute in the police station. With the scandal spreading by the second and everyone looking at her as though she were a criminal, she hurried towards the exit, leaving Julian bevind.

Unfortunately for her, freedom came with an audience. Someone waiting outside recognised her and immediately took a picture. Before she could get into her car, the photograph had appeared online with caption.

“Just witnessed Vivienne Laurent walking out of the police station after the attempted murder scanda). I guess having the right connections really does make a difference.”

The reactions were immediate. “So she’s free already? What happened to the woman whose brakes were tampered with?”

“This is disgusting. If an ordinary person did this, would they be allowed to walk out so easily?”

“Poor Camila Hart. Imagine surviving an attempt on your life only to watch the person responsible leave without consequences.”

“The Laurent family must think the law is a joke. I’m done supporting their businesses.”

Within minutes, the hashtags began trending again.

#VivienneLaurentAttempted Murder

#VivienneLaurent Criminal

The situation was rapidly slipping beyond his control. And Vivienne, apparently, had no idea how much worse she had made things.

Inside the police station, I was about to leave when Damon decided to voice an opinion nobody had asked for. “So we’re just going to let her walk away?” he demanded, looking between me and Roman.

“That woman nearly got Camila killed. Yet she gets to leave here and probably have dinner in some expensive restaurant tonight?”

I slipped my phone into my bag. “Do you have a better suggestion?”

“Yes! Fight for justice, for starters.” Roman gave him a look so cold that Damon paused. “What?” Damon protested. “I’m not wrong.”

“You’re rarely wrong about anything when you aren’t speaking,” Roman replied. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing.

Damon looked personally offended. “I’m serious! Camila nearly died, and Vivienne is already out there acting like she’s won. Besides, what if Camila is letting her go because she still has feelings for Julian?”

I stared at him. Had he hit his head somewhere between the racetrack and the police station?

Roman’s expression changed immediately. The amusement disappeared from his face, leaving something sharp and distinctly unfriendly. “Explain that thought to me, Damon.”

Damon shifted his weight. “I’m only saying they’ve got history. Maybe she hasn’t completely moved on.”

“Based on what?” Roman asked. “Did she tell you that, or did you simply invent it because you needed something to talk about?”

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Damon opened his mouth, then closed it again. I decided to rescue him before Roman finished dismantling

his argument.

suggest Damon should book an appointment for himself. He needs an eye specialist.”

Damon turned to me. “Excuse me?”

“Your eyesight is clearly failing you. You just watched me tell Julian that I wanted nothing to do with him, yet somehow you’ve concluded I’m still pining for him.”

“I’m just saying-”

“And I’m just telling you that Julian is a man I used to know. That’s all. There’s nothing about him I miss.

I meant every word. Whatever Julian and I had once shared belonged to the past. I had no desire to revisit it, and the events of the day had only strengthened my resolve.

Damon looked from me to Roman, apparently realising he had managed to irritate both of us. “Fine. Forget I said anything.”

“Gladly,” Roman replied.

I shook my head, smiling despite myself. For all his intelligence, Damon sometimes possessed the tact of a charging bull.

I turned to Roman, determined not to leave without properly acknowledging what he’d done for me. “By the way, thank you for stepping in at the racetrack. I wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation if you hadn’t helped me.” I paused. “Are you busy tonight? Let me treat you to dinner.”

He looked at me as though I’d offered him a rather poor bargain.

“Dinner? That’s all?” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I thought saving your life would earn me something a

little more substantial.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”

“Let’s leave that undecided for now.” His smile deepened. “I’ll keep a running account. You can settle your debt little by little.”

I stared at him. Little by little? What exactly was going through this man’s head?

“Fine,” I said, suppressing a sigh. “I’ll think about it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

I turned to leave, but I hadn’t taken more than two steps when Roman caught my wrist. I looked back at him, startled. His expression was calm, but his dark eyes held my attention longer than I cared to admit.

“Where are you rushing off to? Didn’t you offer to buy me dinner?”

I glanced pointedly at his hand around my wrist. “I thought you wanted me to repay you over time.”

“I do. That doesn’t mean I’m turning down dinner tonight.” His brows drew together slightly. “Unless you believe saving your life deserves nothing more than one meal, Miss Hart?”

I nearly rolled my eyes. Of course, I’d intended to settle the matter with a single dinner. That had seemed perfectly reasonable before Roman decided to turn my gratitude into a debt with no clearly defined ending. Now, walking away would make me look ungrateful, and I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.

I drew a breath and faced him properly. “All right, Mr. Blackwell. What would you like to eat?”

He studied me for a moment, then gave me a knowing smile.

“I hear you’re quite good in the kitchen. Apparently, you used to cook quite often.”

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I blinked at him. How had we gone from dinner at a restaurant to discussing my cooking skills?

Before I could question him, we were seated inside his spacious car. Despite all the room available, Roman Somehow made the interior feel smaller. His height alone seemed to take up half the space. He sat back comfortably, his long legs crossed, while his fingers tapped a lazy rhythm against his knee.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then he turned towards me, looking almost casually curious. “So, little sister- in–law, what have you been up to lately?”