Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 8: Farewell to the Past–1

Chapter 8: Farewell to the Past

(Olivia’s POV)

A year ago, Emma Thompson broke up with her boyfriend. I remember her sitting across from me, her face blotchy from crying, hands trembling as she clutched a legal document.

“He’s demanding fifty thousand dollars,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Says it was money

he transferred to me during our relationship.”

I handed her a tissue, watching as she tried to compose herself.

“That’s not how it was at all,” Emma continued, wiping her tears. “We agreed from the start

that rent, utilities, and living expenses would be split evenly. He said his monthly two

thousand dollars covered his share, and I paid two thousand of my own.”

Her shoulders shook with another wave of sobs.

“Now he insists it was a gift given with marriage intentions, so I should return it if we break

1. up. But those were just daily expenses! The real gifts he ever gave me add up to less than five

hundred dollars.”

Emma looked up at me, her eyes red and desperate.

“How shameless can he be, filing a legal complaint over this?” She choked on her tears. “My

two thousand a month came from my parents. I’m just a university student – how can I afford fifty thousand?”

She gripped my hand tightly, her fingers cold with fear.

“I can’t tell my family either. If my father knew I lived with a man during school, he’d kill him.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Liv, please help me… I have nowhere else to turn.”

The memory of Emma’s desperate plea still resonated with me. Back then, I was barely established myself, a fresh graduate with a meager monthly income from my new legal

practice.

But something about her situation struck a chord deep within me. Perhaps it was her vulnerability, or maybe I saw something of myself in her–someone alone in a city that could

be cruelly indifferent.

I broke the unspoken rule that lawyers don’t take clients who can’t pay. Not only did I take her

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case, but I also lent her money to cover the legal fees needed to fight the claim.

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The fee was transferred directly to the lawyer center, as is customary. I accepted the case without compensation, knowing that without help, a vulnerable young woman like Emma might do something foolish.

It wasn’t easy. The ex–boyfriend had carefully documented every transfer, presenting them as “gifts” rather than shared expenses. But I was determined.

After weeks of gathering evidence–bank statements, text messages discussing bill payments, testimonies from roommates who had witnessed their financial arrangements–l finally built a solid case.

The day we won, Emma hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. Her ex–boyfriend’s shameless false claims were exposed, and he was ordered to pay Emma’s legal costs.

Two months later, after her graduation, Emma showed up at my office with a small potted plant and a determined expression.

“I want to work for you,” she declared. “I want to learn everything you know.”

Now, Emma’s eyes were red again as she looked at me across my desk.

“Liv, I’m still under my practice license here and can’t leave yet,” she said softly. “But once my

internship ends, can I come find you?”

Her question caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected such devotion, especially after

announcing my sudden departure.

“Of course,” I replied, my amber eyes warming with genuine affection. “My home is in

Riverdale. When the time comes, just contact me if you want to join me.”

Emma broke into a teary smile. “That’s great! Liv, I’ll follow you forever! Wherever you go, I’ll

1. go. Don’t abandon this little tail.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her earnestness. “Never.”

Our bond, forged through hardship and gratitude, gave me some rare comfort amid my own

turmoil. In a world where I’d learned to guard my heart carefully, Emma’s loyalty was a

precious gift.

After saying goodbye to Emma, I headed to the director’s office. Thomas Wilson looked up from his desk as I entered, his bespectacled face registering mild surprise.

“Miss Winters,” he greeted me, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. “What can I do for