Chapter 149: Old Names
Chapter 149 of "Mated To The Crippled Alpha" opens with: My mom looked at me calmly, her eyes steady and clear, without hesitation."Riley, I canât... Find out what happens!
My mom looked at me calmly, her eyes steady and clear, without hesitation."Riley, I canât let Nicholas down anymore," she said quietly. "I was too soft before. I thought I could accept being Grantâs partner, raise you well, and slowly build a peaceful life. I believed that with time, my feelings for Nicholas would fade, and I would learn how to care for Grant properly."
She paused, then closed her eyes.
"But then I heard about Monicaâs pregnancy. That was when I knew. Riley, I gave Grant a chance. A real one."
Her lashes trembled as she breathed out.
"From that moment on, my heart was already gone. This time... I want to live for myself."
I felt a tightness in my chest, but I nodded.
"Alright, Mom. Iâll stand by whatever decision you make. Lewis has already arranged for a lawyer to gather everything we need. Just hold on a little longer. Now isnât the right time to separate officially."
She nodded. "Okay."
I exhaled slowly, trying to ease the weight in my chest.
That afternoon, Grantâs secretary and lawyer arrived together. They brought documents share transfers, property deeds, and asset agreements.
As I flipped through them, even I felt stunned.
Along with the shares, there were houses, land, and investments transferred directly into my name.
For a moment, I almost wondered if Grant had changed completely overnight.
It was clear he truly believed this was a new beginning with Lena. What he didnât realize was that her heart had been closed for years.
Now, all that remained was moving Granny safely. Once she was free, my mom could walk away without fear.
The assistant placed the agreement in front of us.
I didnât hesitate. I signed immediately.
This belonged to Riley.
I wasnât foolish. If I refused now, those two calculating women would take everything later, and I wouldnât even have time to regret it.
This wasnât generosity. It was compensation.
No matter the intention behind it, I would accept every single thing.
But my mom didnât sign.
I understood why.
She didnât want money. She didnât want shares. If she was leaving, she wanted a clean break no ties, no future disputes, no lingering control.
The assistant looked confused. To them, this was a blessing dropped from the sky. Who in their right mind would refuse it?
What they didnât understand was that every gift has a price.
And the more "free" something looks, the more it costs in the end.
Lena had never cared about possessions.
"Mrs. Ashbourne," the assistant asked politely, "do you have any concerns?"
"No," she replied calmly.
I smiled and stepped in. "Let Mom keep the agreement for now. If she changes her mind, sheâll sign it herself."
The assistant nodded, clearly aware of the family tension. "Understood, Miss. Weâll proceed with the notarization later."
After they left, I lowered my voice. "Letâs wait. We donât want to raise his suspicions. Moving Granny is still our priority."
My mom nodded, exhaustion catching up with her. She curled up on the sofa, and I gently covered her with a blanket.
For a moment, it felt like our roles had reversed.
Still, Grantâs actions reminded me of something important.
I was now standing on Ashbourne ground.
I could still visit the Hales but I didnât intend to hide there anymore. I planned to return, reclaim what belonged to Riley, and stand where I was meant to stand.
I asked Lewis to transfer my enrollment to a university in Snowville. One more year, and Iâd have my diploma.
Final-year students mostly focused on internships and projects anyway. I could manage my studies while gaining experience at the Ashbourne company.
I could live without a father.
But I couldnât live without control over my future.
That evening, I brought it up during dinner.
Grant studied me carefully. "You want to intern at the company?"
I could see it in his eyes.
He didnât think I was capable. Not even as capable as Lincy.
I met his gaze calmly.
"Yes," I said calmly. "I wonât make things difficult for you. You can place me in sales or any entry-level role. Iâll prove myself with results. Since you want to focus on the local territory, I can help with that."
Grant studied me for a long moment. His gaze felt sharp, testing, like he was weighing my strength without saying it aloud.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked.
I met his eyes without flinching. "Whether I can or not, we wonât know until I try. Isnât that how it works?"
For once, he didnât respond with sarcasm.
"Alright," he said after a pause. "Iâll forward your resume to HR next year. Whether you pass the interview and where you land will depend on your ability."
"Understood."
He added, almost as an afterthought, "And donât dress strangely at the banquet. You represent the Ashbournes. Act like it."
"I will."
Though his tone still carried irritation, the meaning had shifted. He no longer spoke to me as an inconvenience. Not yet as an equal but no longer as someone invisible.
What he didnât know was that the person standing in front of him wasnât the broken Riley from before.
I had years of experience. Years of watching, learning, surviving.
Back then, the Morrigans believed I would eventually be bound to the Hales, so I was kept far away from real power. At the Hales, my position was awkward. Jeffrey wanted obedience, not ambition. Julian accepted my help, took my ideas, and wore the praise as if it were his own.
I used to think that was love. That sacrifice was loyalty.
Not in this life.
This time, I would take back everything that belonged to Riley openly, unapologetically.
Snowvilleâs networks, its alliances, its undercurrents I knew them better than anyone. I was only adjusting my pace. Next year, Grant would understand exactly how much he had underestimated me.
The next morning, Grantâs assistant personally delivered evening gowns for my mom and me.
See? He knew how to charm when he wanted to.
He had been waiting for Lena to soften first, but patience was not his strongest instinct. What he couldnât wait for before, he wouldnât wait for much longer now.
Mom didnât want to attend the banquet, but when she saw how excited I was, she finally agreed.
Both gowns were silver. Hers was elegant and calm, flowing with quiet grace. Mine rested off the shoulders, simple but bold, carrying a quiet confidence.
That night, I escorted her into the Ashbourne-owned five-star hotel.
The moment we stepped into the hall, heels clicking against marble, the room seemed to still.
I could feel eyes turn. Feel the shift in attention.
Rileyâs face had always been striking. The small red mole on her forehead only made her presence sJosy, almost unreal.
Among the many stares, I caught Julianâs.
Surprise. Regret. Guilt.
I looked away immediately.
My gaze found Lewis.
I leaned toward my mom and whispered something quickly, then lifted my skirt slightly and moved toward him.
"Carl "
Before he could answer, a voice cut in sharply from behind me.
"What did you just call him?"
Julianâs tone was too loud. Too eager.
The room held its breath.