Chapter 42: Truth and Deception 

Chapter 42: Truth and Deception 

(Olivin’s POV) 

“Is that so? Are you so sure?” I asked Victoria with a sneer, watching her face closel 

Victoria’s perfectly painted lips twitched slightly. “Of course!” she retorted, but I could see the uncertainty in 

her eyes. 

I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Victoria, I overheard Eleanor calling you last night.” 

Her expression remained neutral, but I noticed her fingers tense at her sides. 

“If Ethan knew that your first place win in the Pack Healer’s Crystal Competition was bought by Eleanor for fifty million dollars… 

The effect was immediate. Victoria’s pupils constricted with shock, her composure momentarily shattered. 

She hadn’t expected this. 

But Victoria Frost wasn’t one to stay rattled for long. Within seconds, she had regained her poise, her lips curving into a calculated smile. 

“So what?” she challenged, tossing her hair back. “Olivia, don’t tell me you plan to tell Ethan. 

She laughed derisively, the sound grating on my nerves. “Do you think Ethan would believe you just based on 

your words?” 

The truth in her statement hit harder than any physical blow. I lowered my eyes, unable to maintain my 

defiant stance. 

“Of course he won’t, I murmured. 

A wave of bitterness washed over me as I acknowledged the reality of my situation. If only Ethan had a shred 

of trust in me, I wouldn’t have to endure this humiliation. 

Victoria’s smile widened, triumph gleaming in her eyes. She thought she’d won. 

“But…” I interrupted her before she could gloat further, a faint smile playing on my lips. 

I slowly raised my eyes, letting my gaze drift past Victoria to the moonlit pavilion just a few steps away. 

Victoria’s self–satisfied expression faltered. 

Her heart must have sunk as she instinctively turned around. From the shadows emerged Ethan Stone, his 

amber eyes cold and intimidating. 

Victoria froze, stunned. The realization dawned on her face she had been set up! 

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Standing there, meeting Ethan’s cold gaze, Victoria panicked. It was clearly the first time Ethan had i 

her with such coldness. 

She rushed forward and grabbed his wrist, her eyes reddening as she choked out, “Ethan, listen to my explanation.” 

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The Alpha King radiated an icy aura, his face grim with anger. Yet, he didn’t shake off Victoria’s hand. He was waiting for her explanation. 

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My lips curled into a sarcastic smile. This was the difference between love and indifference 

Even though Victoria had practically admitted to using underhanded methods, something Ethan detested, he was still willing to give her a chance to explain. But for me, any baseless accusation from Victoria was enough for Ethan to condemn me. 

Past memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow. If I didn’t explain, it was an admission of guilt. If did explain, it was mere sophistry. If I lost control, I was simply a “wild Omega” 

My nose stung with the surge of injustice and heartache, which eventually morphed into a cold laugh. 

Ethan, hearing me laugh, looked up, his eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint, as if warning me. I could see he was conflicted–angry at Victoria’s deception yet still protective of her 

My smile turned even colder, my emerald eyes reflecting a painful realization. The answer was crystal clear. I 

had lost. 

Without lingering any longer, I turned and walked back toward the private dining room of Amber Crest 

Restaurant. 

Although I hadn’t expected this incident to make Ethan see through Victoria or become disillusioned with her, I had hoped for at least a flicker of doubt. But I hadn’t anticipated this outcome. 

I reached the door of the private room and opened it, walking back to my seat with a composed expression. Picking up my glass of wine, I took several gulps to suppress the bitterness in my throat. 

“Olivia, Victoria just went to the restroom too. Didn’t you run into each other?” Sophia Hughes, sitting beside 

me, asked. 

“No,” I replied with a forced smile. 

Picking up my silverware, I lowered my head to eat, masking my emotions from my colleagues. The venison with moonberry sauce tasted like ash in my mouth. 

“Victoria hasn’t come back for so long. Could something have happened?” Sophia worried, glancing toward 

the door. 

“What are you saying? This is Alpha Stone’s place. How could anything happen to Victoria, the future Luna?” another colleague responded with a laugh. 

At that moment, the door opened again, revealing not only Victoria but also Ethan Stone, Victoria held Ethan’s arm, their intimacy a clear indication that there was no rift between them. 

Ethan’s presence itself was a testament to his stance. Victoria, with a smile playing on her lips, cast a meaningful glance at me, her eyes flashing with triumph. 

Her slightly raised chin seemed to convey a message: “Olivia, even if you set me up and let Ethan know the truth, do you think he would be angry with me? Principles are nothing compared to true love.” 

“Alpha Stone,” everyone in the room stood up as Ethan entered, their expressions a mix of nervousness and respect as they greeted him. 

Only I remained seated, my eyes downcast, concealing my coldness and mockery as I calmly sipped my soup. I refused to participate in this charade of respect. 

Ethan responded with a faint “Hmm,” his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on me. His gaze 

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I felt it, but I chose to ignore him, continuing to eat as if his presence meant nothing to me. 

Victoria clung to Ethan’s arm, smiling sweetly as she announced, “Sorry, Ethan came to pick me up early.” 

She looked around the table, her voice dripping with false generosity. “Please continue. Ethan has already. made arrangements. Order whatever you want, it’s on his tab. Don’t be polite.” 

Ethan remained silent, tacitly agreeing to Victoria’s arrangements, giving her full face in front of everyone. 

The others looked at Victoria with increasing envy. 

“Thank you, Alpha Stone,” several voices echoed. Ethan nodded again without saying much. 

Victoria glanced at me, aware of my low alcohol tolerance. A new scheme was forming behind her eyes. 

“Excuse me, everyone, I’d like to propose a toast,” she announced, releasing Ethan’s arm. 

Victoria walked to her seat, picked up her glass, and filled it to the brim with wine. I initially didn’t move, but Victoria fixed her gaze on me, prompting the others to follow suit. 

I had no choice but to pick up my glass and take a perfunctory sip. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t high, and the previous glass had already started to affect me, making the room spin slightly. 

Victoria downed her drink in one gulp, then stumbled slightly as she set down her glass, falling into Ethan’s arms with practiced precision. 

Leaning against him, she pressed her temple and looked up, her eyes misty as she spoke in a coquettish tone, “Ethan, I feel a little dizzy. Let’s go home.”