CHAPTER 9
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X Chapter Nine X
Wren slipped into the outfit Sasha had brought her.
The blue dress hugged her frame softly, its mid–length sleeves brushing against her arms. She stared at her reflection—her flat stomach showed clearly through the fitted fabric.
“Why does he even have a dress like this?” she murmured, turning side to side. It was simple… but undeniably pretty.
Then something else caught her eye—
The bruises, scratches and cuts.. They were all gone.
Her breath hitched. She ran her fingers along her arms, her neck, her legs, Smooth, Clear and Untouched she didn't realize this earlier but it's all gone now.
“Was it… his doing?”
Her head spun. Nothing made sense anymore.
A soft knock snapped her out of her thoughts.
Before she could respond, the door opened slowly—revealing the woman who had tried to send her to her death earlier.
Vina Ronoarh.
Wren flinched immediately, panic surging through her chest.
“No need to be afraid,” Vina said, stepping into the room with the same cold authority she carried before. Even now, she didn’t drop her intimidating aura.
“After what I did earlier, fear is expected,” she admitted, walking closer.
Wren stepped back.
She had seen what Sasha could do. What the butler could do.
She had no idea what this woman was capable of.
“I know I tried to sacrifice you,” Vina continued bluntly.
“But I wanted to save my son. I’m a mother first.”
Wren blinked.
It felt like listening to a villain reading apology lines that didn’t belong to them.
Trying to digest her words felt like swallowing rocks.
“Please forgive my actions. Let’s have a fresh start. Since you’re going to be my daughter-in-law, we should get along.” Vina said it with a straight face, as if she hadn’t just attempted murder some hours ago.
Wren forced a smile—one that barely reached her eyes.
“Yes… I understand, Mrs. Vina.”
“Silly girl,” Vina waved her hand.
“Don’t call me Mrs. Vina. Call me mother. You’re already my daughter-in-law.”
She turned toward the hallway.
“Willom!”
The butler—the same man who chased Wren earlier—rushed in immediately, wearing an apologetic expression.
“Miss Wren, I want to apologize deeply for my behavior earlier,” he said with a bow, handing her phone back. “I had no choice.”
“It’s fine,” Wren said, waving him off. “It didn’t seem like you did it willingly.”
Right then, several maids burst into the room carrying boxes, luggage, and various items. Wren’s eyes widened—there was too much.
“Since we’re having a fresh start, I bought all these for you.”
Vina smiled briefly.
“Come downstairs for your meal.. you didn't eat anything last night.”
Then she walked out, leaving Wren drowning in new belongings.
“Madam, we’ve placed everything in the left cupboard,” a maid said before leaving.
Wren blinked.
“I… kinda like the respect around here. No one’s ever treated me like this.”
She tied her hair into a ponytail, slid her feet into the slippers, and headed out.
“I have to understand this house. Every detail,” she muttered, storming down the hall.
Halfway down the stairs, the smell of freshly cooked food drifted toward her.
“This way, ma’am,” a maid guided her.
The mansion was full—maids moving, guards, people everywhere.
When Wren stepped into the dining hall, she froze.
Sasha sat beside a middle-aged man.
Vina sat opposite him.
Havan was at the far end.
Beside Vina sat another woman, and next to her, a man who resembled Sasha.
Everyone turned toward Wren.
Sasha didn’t look at her.
Not even a glance.
He acted like she didn’t exist.
How many personalities does this guy have?
The man beside Sasha spoke first.
“Oh dear, you must be Wren.”
Wren remembered him—the same face she’d seen on Junesia’s news many times. She never knew the richest family in Junesia were all wolves.
“Come, sit beside Sasha,” Andrew Ronoarh said warmly.
Wren swallowed and sat down quietly.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wren Frenard,” he continued.
Vina gestured toward the woman beside her.
“This is my sister-in-law, Lucia.”
A brief smile.
“And this is her husband, Philips—Sasha’s uncle.”
“It’s nice to finally meet the Luna of Moon Shadow,” Philips said respectfully.
“And this,” Vina added, pointing to Havan,
“is her son.”
Havan gave Wren a big smile—Wren remembered how he called her small and stared back awkwardly.
Sasha continued eating without acknowledgment.
“Welcome home, Luna,” Andrew said genuinely.
“When you’re done eating, Havan can show you around,” he added.
Sasha paused mid-chew. His brow furrowed, but he stayed silent.
“So, Wren,” Vina said suddenly, “how old are you?”
Wren sighed. “I’m 17.”
Everyone froze.
Like she’d confessed to a crime.
“What’s wrong with being seventeen?” she whispered.
“Seventeen? Oh dear, with your size I thought you’d say fifteen,” Vina declared shamelessly. “Eat more. I want four grandsons.”
Andrew and Sasha choked at the same time.
“Okay, I’ll stop talking,” Vina muttered.
The table went dead silent. Wren’s ears burned, she couldn't say a word she ate quietly.
After lunch, everyone drifted away.
Havan approached her while she examined a portrait.
“You like the paintings?” he asked.
“No. They’re kinda creepy,” Wren said bluntly.
Havan blinked—he clearly expected a polite lie.
“Well… come on. Let me show you around.”
They walked down the hall.
“This is the painting of Bodrenda. Have you heard of it?” he asked.
“Yeah. I once read a book about Bodtariam. Bodrenda was one of its states that collapsed. I thought it was a myth,” Wren said.
“You know your stuff,” Havan smiled. “They’re very real. I’ve met the King of Valandra—we share a border.”
“I’d love to tell you more if you’re interested.”
“That’s good to hear,” Wren said.
Suddenly her ankle twisted—Havan caught her before she fell.
Immediately, a burning gaze pierced through them.
Havan turned.
Sasha stood a few steps away, arms crossed, eyes blazing.
Havan dropped Wren instantly.
“M-Mr Sasha Ronoarh—uh—I have… something… urgent—somewhere”
He ran off full speed before finishing his sentence.
Wren blinked.
“What was that? He was excited two seconds ago .. Mrs Sasha ronoarh what?.”
She turned around
Sasha was already beside her.
He was Silent but he led an Intense aura that screamed power!!.
Like a dark, irritated storm.
“seems like I’ll.. have to take you on the tour,” Sasha said, arms crossed.
Wren’s jaw dropped.
He looked dead serious, but why the hell the havan run off like he was being threatened or hunted down by a angry beats.
“Shall we?” he asked his brow furrowed arms still crossed.
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