Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chapter 168

Harper took this photo herself.

She was quite proud of her charms. So she took those photos to commemorate how many men she

had seduced to bed.

Many of those men were older than Harper and were already married with kids.

These photos came with another important purpose.

When Harper ran out of the monthly allowance that Hellen and Paul gave her, she would extort those

married men with these sex photos.

“You wouldn’t want your wife and kids to see this, would you? I will keep my mouth shut with a very

reasonable price.”

That was something that Harper used to say to those men.

The reason that Janet knew so many details was because Harper used to show this off to her all the

time.

She would open this album and flash the photo at Janet’s eyes.

“Can you imagine how hard those men beg to sleep with me? Even after I asked them for money?”

Harper giggled, “Of course, you can’t imagine it. Because you don’t even have a single admirer. You

will probably die as a virgin, Janet!”

The showing–off was not even the worst part.

One time, Janet refused to do Harper’s homework for her, Harper threatened to photoshop Janet’s

head to those sex photos and passed it out to everyone on the street like flyers.

“Then they will think of you like a total tramp!” Harper laughed so hard at that time.

Back then, Janet had nothing but herself to rely on and of course, she was frightened, “No…they won’t

believe you…I will tell them that it is you in these photos…”

“And whose words are they going to buy? Mine, or yours?” Harper threatened.

The answer was quite obvious.

Harper was still Riverside Pack’s little princess, and Janet was the Diaz’s most unwanted daughter.

So Janet caved in.

She did Harper’s homework, along with other thousands of unreasonable things that Harper forced her

to do.

Now, it was finally time for Harper to become the victim of her own mistake.

Janet made copies of all of those photos and kept the copy on the laptop that Westin

lent her.

She used a tissue to wipe off all her fingerprints.

Then she went to give the phone back to Gill.

Gill and Westin were still waiting for her in the hallway.

When Janet came out, Gill had both of her arms tightly wrapped around Westin’s elbow and said to him

in a pleading voice:

…At least say yes to a date with me.”

Westin pulled his arm out. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Sorry. But I don’t feel that way towards you.” Westin replied in a cold and distant

manner.

Gill looked humiliated, “Then what is this? Are you using me? And toss me away as soon as you are

done?!”

“I made this clear when I came to you and asked for help. You could have said no. It was entirely up to

you.”

That sounded cruel.

Gill looked at him with her eyes welled up with tears. A few seconds later, she threw herself at him

again.

“Oh Westin…I can never say no to you! I am your yes–machine! I am actually glad that you chose me

rather than any other woman. I am still special to you, aren’t I?” she sobbed.

Janet let out a small chuckle.

Westin could really make a woman go crazy for him.

“Janet!”

Westin saw Janet by the door and quickly shook off Gill and walked up to her.

וול

“You found those photos?” he asked.

Janet nodded and gave the phone back to Gill, “Thank you for this. Now you should head back before

Harper notices anything.”

Gill shoved the phone into her pocket and hastily ran away.

Westin stayed behind and whispered to Janet, “…There is nothing going on between me and her.”

“No need to explain.” Janet smiled.

“But I want to. In case you get the wrong idea.”

“What wrong idea? That you are a woman magnet? A playboy?” Janet joked.

Touch 11 Westin hold his chest pretending to he stabbed in the heart “This hurte

“Ouch.” Westin held his chest, pretending to be stabbed in the heart. “This hurts more than the time

your crazy ex threw me into a concrete wall.”

Janet laughed, “Stop messing around! You really should get going. It has passed curfew now. You don’t

want to be seen here.”

Westin leaned in and stole a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing away.

The next day, Janet printed out those photos.

She needed a perfect way to present these photos to the guests during the wedding. She couldn’t just

hand it out to them like

flyers, which drew too much attention;

She also didn’t want to just leave the photos on the table for the guests to discover. It

didn’t have the dramatic effect that she was hoping for.

Luckily, she already had an idea of where she wanted to hide those photos.

Janet hid the photos in her apron and went to the kitchen.

It was still super hectic down there, with everyone busy working on the feast for the dinner party after

the ceremony.

Janet took a couple of hours to finish the work that she had at hand and then reported back to the

headmaid.

The headmaid was busy working on the wedding cake.

“Can I help with this?” Janet asked.

“You?”

The head maid used the back of her hand to mop at her brow, “Do you know how to bake?”

“Yes. I am actually quite good at it,” Janet said.

This was not a lie.

Back in the Riverside Pack when she was still Daran’s Luna, Janet self–taught herself

how to bake and cook.

At that time, she believed that if she could be better at these housewife skills, maybe Daran would grow

fond of her in time.

The head maid shot her a skeptical look, “I don’t know…This wedding cake is a big deal, the spotlight

of the dinner party. I can’t afford to mess it up.”

“I won’t be clumsy. I promise.”

“I don’t trust you with this.” The head maid said gruffly, “Why don’t you start whipping some of those

creams? Let me see what you got.”

This was an easy task.

Janet went to get the chilled cream from the freezer and poured it into a bowl.

She grabbed a hand mixer and started whipping.

texture than machine–whipped cream.

She started at a low speed to avoid splattering and then gradually increased the

speed.

Many maids would feel their hands getting sore after a few minutes.

But not Janet.

The hand mixer was so much lighter than those iron swords or pistols that she trained with.

She stopped when the cream formed stiff peaks and went to present it to the head maid.

The head maid scooped some cream with one finger and had a taste.

“Not too bad!” she looked impressed. “You do know how to bake. Now you can help. me with the

batter.”

Janet offered, “I can take care of the wedding cake by myself.”

“No! Absolutely not! If you mess up the cake, it is going to be me who gets scorned and punished. I am

not letting you take the wheel.‘

Seeing that the head had her mind made up, Janet stopped pushing and got back to work.

They spent an entire day on this cake.

It was getting late. The other maids had left the kitchen. They were just halfway through the cake.

“Ah, my shoulder! And I can’t feel my back anymore!” The head maid groaned, “You sure that you don’t

want to take a rest?”

Janet kept her eves on the cake and said, “No I am good. You should go ahead and have some rest. I

got this.”

Janet had won her trust with today’s hard work.

Yet she still looked a bit reluctant.

She had her research done about the headmaid.

This woman was an alcoholic. There was nothing she liked more than a nice bottle of wine.

The head maid’s eyes gleamed with greed.

A triumphant smile appeared on Janet’s lips.

She finally got a moment alone with this cake.

The wedding cake was 3 feet high and had 10 layers.

She would hollow the cake and hide the pictures inside.

Just imagine the look on Harper’s face when she cut the cake and all those pictures. about her ugly

past came flying out.

She couldn’t wait to see that.