My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 33

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**

**Chapter 33: Luna’s Request**

1999

Evelyn had dedicated over ten years of her life to raising Oriana, and as she sat at the dinner table, a whirlwind of emotions swept through her. A thought flickered in her mind, “If push comes to shove, I could always give her some money and let her start a little shop of her own.” The idea was both comforting and troubling, a solution that felt like both a lifeline and a burden.

Across the table, Grant’s face darkened ever so slightly, a shadow of concern passing over his features.

Luna, sensing the tension, glanced at him and let out a light laugh, trying to inject some levity into the atmosphere. “Oh come on! Senior year isn’t that chaotic. Maybe Oriana has her own plans brewing. Once Luna makes her decision, we can talk it over—there’s still time.” Her voice was bright, but her eyes sparkled with uncertainty.

Owen scoffed, his tone dripping with skepticism. “What plans could she possibly have? She’s never shown any initiative. As a child, she simply followed her parents around, and now, she’s just a shadow trailing behind Grant wherever he goes.” His words were sharp, each one laced with an undercurrent of disdain.

“Enough, Owen!” Luna’s voice was firm yet gentle, a reprimand wrapped in care.

“Fine, I’ll let it go. But let’s be honest—she’s ungrateful, and that’s only because you’ve always sheltered her.” Owen’s frustration bubbled beneath the surface, evident in the way he clenched his jaw.

The family continued their meal in silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions. Each bite seemed to echo the rift that had formed between them, a chasm of misunderstanding and hurt.

Later, Bramwell retreated to his study, seeking solace in the familiarity of his work. Luna, her mind racing with thoughts, followed him, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination.

As she stepped into the room, Bramwell’s surprise was palpable. He quickly masked it with a furrowed brow, a sign of his seriousness. “Luna, you don’t need to plead for Oriana,” he stated, his voice steady but a hint of concern lingered beneath.

“Daddy, I’m not here to plead for Oriana,” she replied earnestly, her voice steady yet soft. “I need to discuss something important with you. Is that alright?”

Bramwell nodded, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Daddy, the mix-up at birth between me and Oriana was a mistake that happened years ago. In Seabar, with your connections, your friends know about the struggles you and Mommy faced. But here in Jindiwood, and even beyond, no one understands. Oriana left the Sterling family after I returned. If this information leaks, it could stir up a storm of gossip. It wouldn’t be good for any of us—especially not for me, Oriana, or the family as a whole.”

Luna watched her father’s face, noting the complexity of emotions swirling within him. She chose her words carefully, aware that she didn’t need to lay everything out on the table.

Bramwell, seasoned in the world of business and its intricacies, grasped the subtle implications of her words.

After a moment of silence, he studied Luna intently, recognizing how much she mirrored Oriana in demeanor. “Luna, you’re remarkable. Your thoughtfulness is commendable,” he finally said, his approval evident.

“Don’t worry. The idle gossip from Seabar won’t reach Jindiwood,” he reassured her, his tone more confident.

“Additionally, I’ll arrange for someone to spread the story that Oriana was adopted after we lost a daughter. This way, no one will uncover the truth about the birth switch.”

Luna smiled, a sense of relief washing over her. “Okay, we’ll do it your way, Daddy.”

Meanwhile, Grant had instructed the family maid to pack a meal to take to Oriana. As they were leaving, Owen couldn’t help but remark, “You’re taking our food to Oriana? But she’s such an ungrateful wretch.” His voice was laced with disdain, a reflection of his inner turmoil.

Grant, already seated in the car, shot him a cold, piercing look. “Owen, don’t forget—there was a time when you were quite fond of her, always wanting to play with her every day. Be polite.” His tone was firm, a reminder of their shared history.

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