Free Web NovelChapter 126: Chapter 126 Helena’s Scheme
Author’s POV
When Helena returned home that evening, she immediately sensed something was off between Caesar and Sylvia.
Scratch that—something was on fire.
The air crackled with tension, thick enough to chew.
The kind of silence that didn’t just fill a room, it dragged furniture with it.
Caesar sat at the counter, scrolling through his phone like it owed him money.
Sylvia, across from him, was sipping her wine with the kind of casual venom that made Helena’s skin prickle.
No lingering glances.
Just two people pretending the other didn’t exist.
Helena’s heart gave a little flutter. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Maybe—just maybe—they’d argued.
She could practically smell the opportunity.
She tilted her head, all faux-concern and wide-eyed innocence. "Cae? Why are you ignoring your mate like she stole your favorite whiskey?"
Caesar didn’t look up. "Eat your dinner."
Sylvia, ever the queen of effortless destruction, didn’t miss a beat.
"Oh, we’re fighting," she said sweetly, standing up and tossing her napkin onto the table like it personally offended her."You can go ahead and start packing to take my place, Helena. I hear vacancy’s opening soon."
Then she flipped her hair—and it wasn’t just a flip, it was a declaration of war—and grabbed her bag from the hallway table.
Her heels clicked against the hardwood like punctuation marks to a sentence she was done reading.
Without another word, she strode out the front door and into the night, headed straight for the office like it was the only place in the world that made any damn sense.
Helena’s eyes immediately filled with tears as she gazed at Caesar. "Cae, does she misunderstand my intentions?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Caesar’s face darkened to an almost thunderous expression.
Hearing Helena’s words only intensified his irritation.
Without a word, he stood up and left, not wanting to share space with Helena alone.
The front door slammed shut with a resounding bang, snapping Helena out of her daze.
It seemed Sylvia had known her true intentions all along.
As for Caesar... she still couldn’t quite determine his feelings.
Helena found his hot-and-cold attitude perplexing, leaving her emotions in constant flux.
She took a deep breath, looking at the barely touched food on the table, and slowly smiled.
"It’s alright, Cae. I have all the time in the world. We can take this slowly," she murmured to herself, methodically continuing to eat the food on the table.
Sylvia’s POV
After leaving the house, I felt strangely liberated.
Now I was certain – even if Caesar couldn’t see it, Helena wasn’t the innocent woman she pretended to be.
The fact that she’d ask such a pointed question revealed her true nature – she was gloating, watching our relationship crumble while preparing to take my place.
Well, if that was the game she wanted to play, why should I be nice?
With people like her, showing kindness only reads as weakness.
Better to confront her directly and let her know I’m not someone to be trifled with.
I stared at the traffic light countdown, Caesar’s handsome face materializing in my mind.
My hands tightened around the steering wheel as frustration built inside me.
Did he even notice Helena’s obvious interest in him?
And knowing she had feelings for him, why was he still insisting she stay in our home?
I took a deep breath, truly unable to understand Caesar’s thought process.
From what I could see, he was just as clueless as I’d feared.
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For days, we coexisted like badly timed ghosts—haunting the same space but never at the same time.
No words. Just silence and slammed doors.
Whenever we encountered each other, I would silently step aside, making it clear I was actively avoiding him.
Sometimes, I would retreat to the Frostfang Pack territory for a couple of days just to escape the tension.
Alpha Astra, my mother, wasn’t blind to my unusual behavior.
She knew that returning to my childhood home likely meant trouble with my mate.
Selene clearly sensed it too, and couldn’t resist probing during dinner.
"Sylvia, are you angry with your husband?" Selene asked, her voice dripping with fake concern.
My hand froze mid-air, chopsticks poised.
Even mom turned her piercing gaze toward me.
Though she didn’t approve of Selene’s direct question, I could tell she was equally curious about the answer.
Ever since I’d successfully secured those two seemingly impossible business projects, my mother’s attitude toward me had shifted subtly.
She seemed to sense I wasn’t the same daughter she’d known before.
After a brief hesitation, I composed myself and replied smoothly"Well, maybe someone conveniently forgot how she acted at the gala,"
I added, voice smooth as glass. "You screamed so loud, I’m pretty sure it registered on the Richter scale."
Selene’s expression cracked like cheap porcelain. "What are you implying? I was just worried about you. Since when is that a crime?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Aw, Selene. That’s adorable." I tilted my head. "Maybe channel that energy into fixing things with your fiancé instead of poking around in my marriage. Just a thought."
Her mouth dropped open like she’d forgotten how to breathe.
I didn’t blink.
She couldn’t stand that I’d brought it up—the gala. The screaming.
The very public meltdown that had taken her from ’graceful socialite’ to ’unhinged meme’ in under six minutes.
She’d been desperately trying to make everyone forget that incident, yet here I was, dredging it up again.
How could she possibly tolerate this?
"Mother," she gasped, turning toward mom like a toddler running to tattle. "Did you hear that? I was just being nice and she attacked me!"
Mom didn’t even flinch.
Her back stayed straight, her tone flat. "Sylvia isn’t a child. She knows exactly what she’s doing."
Then she turned, knife in hand—metaphorically, of course.
"As for you—your little PR disaster with Hugo is still making the rounds. High society won’t shut up about it. Care to explain your next move?"
Selene’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
Nothing came out.
Just the soft wheeze of a woman realizing the floor had vanished beneath her Louboutins.
Classic.
Alpha Astra had always prioritized pack interests above all else.
The public fallout between Selene and Hugo had negatively impacted the company’s reputation, and my mother wouldn’t let that slide so easily.
As I watched Selene’s discomfort, I couldn’t help but feel a small spark of satisfaction.
My wolf stirred within me, pleased to see the tables turning at last.
