Free Web NovelChapter 130: Chapter 130
Aria’s POV
My inheritance wasn’t just wealth.
It was identity, guidance and power.
My wolf lifted her head proudly.
Grandma Kate hadn’t just left me a fortune, she had left me a destiny.
I forced myself to steady my breathing, though my wolf paced anxiously under my skin.
Calm down, Aria. Don’t look weak.
“How secure is this room?” I asked, keeping my voice level.
The staffer blinked, clearly not expecting that question. I would imagine most heirs only asked how quickly they could haul their treasures out, but here I was asking an entirely different question.
He immediately straightened and became even more confident. “It is National military grade Ms. Darvin. And the door lock is top-secret tech—government protected.”
He thumped his chest for emphasis.
My wolf finally relaxed her hackles. I let out a quiet breath.
“Good. Keep everything inside as it is. I’ll cover the storage fees.”
His brows shot up, but he nodded. “Of course, I will do that.”
It is true and very common that people usually grabbed everything and ran, drunk on sudden wealth.
But not me. Not a wolf who’d learned the hard way to protect what mattered.
He watched me leave with open curiosity. fгeewebnovёl.com
My new card, the one I’d applied for under a clean slate, held tens of millions now. My old cards had finally been unfrozen; I’d emptied them, moved the money, and tossed the past away like shed fur.
Even the big transfers to the new account had come in installments...security rules for new identities, but the financial pressure unclenched from my chest like a loosening trap.
For the first time in a long time, I could breathe.
Lana babbled softly on my shoulder as I stepped to the road to hail a cab.
Just then, a bright pink Maserati screeched to a halt in front of me, tires snarling against the asphalt like a challenge.
Instinct flared. I stepped back immediately, clutching Lana to my chest, my wolf bristling.
The car didn’t move. This was clearly not a coincidence.
The door slammed open, and Sophia strutted out, her scent sour with jealousy and aggression.
She marched up to me, her eyes blazing.
“Alright, spit it out. How much did she leave you?” she demanded.
I narrowed my eyes. My wolf curled her lip.
“What does that have to do with you? Your name’s not in the will. Move.”
Sophia blinked, startled that I’d bitten back. Then a cold sneer twisted her mouth.
“Oh, look at you. One inheritance and suddenly you’re bold? Don’t forget, you’re an ex-convict.”
Her voice carried. Onlookers halted, sniffing the air, staring at me with sudden interest.
An imprisoned she-wolf?
The whispers swirled like gnats:
“She looks so innocent...”
“She really did time in prison?”
“Never judge a book by its cover, see how humble she looks...”
My wolf wanted to bare her teeth, but I kept my expression smooth.
I decided to remain calm and controlled.
Sophia hated that.
“Aria, drop the act,” she snapped, stepping closer. “We grew up together. I know you. You think this cold mask hides how filthy and low you are?”
She jabbed her sharp nails toward my face, missing my eye by inches.
I didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.
Just stared back at her with icy contempt.
That set her off.
Her aura spiked, her wolf pushing through with anger.
She raised her hand to slap me—
But a large hand shot out and caught her wrist mid-air, fingers locking around her like an iron trap.
A low, dangerous male growl reverberated through the street:
“Hey. What do you think you’re doing in public?”
Sophia froze.
Her wolf dropped instantly, recognizing the dominance in his voice.
And while she was stunned—
I acted.
I slapped her, Hard.
The crack echoed, and her head snapped to the side.
She staggered, dazed, blinking like she’d just been hit by a freight truck.
My voice sliced through the air, cold as winter steel.
“Sophia, stay away from me. I haven’t settled the score for what you did before... and now you’re provoking me again?”
I grabbed her face, forcing her to meet my eyes.
Her pupils trembled.
She could feel my wolf staring right through her.
“I’m done with the Darvin family,” I said, my tone low and feral. “Without that tie, I don’t owe them, or you, anything. And I’m not afraid of taking you down with my own hands.”
A slow smile curled on my lips, predatory and sharp.
Sophia’s breath hitched.
Of course, this was not the Aria she remembered. I used to be an obedient little wolf she could bully.
I was different now. This Aria survived prison and clawed her way back from nothing.
The Aria whose wolf had awakened.
Just then, a voice cut through the tension sharply:
“What are you doing?”
