All Chapters of Traded For His First Love : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Reese POV The Lunaris Event office felt smaller that morning, the white walls and modern art pieces Alice and I had chosen so carefully now staring at me like silent judges. I sat at the head of the conference table, my laptop open in front of me, but my focus was on the faces of the employees around me — six pairs of eyes filled with doubt, worry, and something that edged on mistrust. The air was heavy, not just with the scent of fresh coffee my assistant had brought in, but with the weight of unspoken questions. The gossip magazines had done their dirty work, spreading the scandal from Nathalie’s party like wildfire, and now Lunaris Event — my company, my dream — was feeling the flames. “Okay, let’s get started,” I said, forcing my voice to sound steady, though my stomach twisted. The chair where Alice usually sat, to my right, was empty, and every glance that landed there felt like a jab at her absence. “I know things are… tough. I want to hear what you all have to say.

Elliot POVThe hum of the Carter’s Wine offices was a distant noise—phones ringing, keyboards clicking—but all I could focus on was the stack of contracts on my desk, each one a reminder of the long road to rebuilding my life. I was halfway through signing a distribution deal when my phone buzzed, Reese’s name lighting up the screen. Her voice, when I answered, hit me like a freight train—shaky, broken, desperate. “Elliot, can you come get me? Please. Something happened… I don’t… just come, okay?” The raw panic in her words sent a jolt through me, and I was already on my feet before she finished, the chair scraping against the floor.“I’m on my way. Stay there, alright? I love you,” I said, grabbing my keys and coat, already sprinting for the door. Her “hurry, please” echoed in my head, each syllable tightening the knot in my chest. Reese wasn’t the type to fall apart like this, not unless something had gone terribly wrong. My mind raced—was it Sammy? Avie? Something at Lunaris Even

Alice POV The mirror in my bedroom reflected a version of myself I hadn’t seen in a while — a spark in my eyes, a flush on my cheeks, the kind of glow that only came from feeling alive. I smoothed the hem of my navy dress, the fabric hugging my curves just right, and checked my phone again. Connor’s text from an hour ago — “Can’t wait to see you tonight, Alice. You’re gonna knock me out.” — still sent a thrill through me, my heart doing a little flip. Every date with him was like a shot of adrenaline, each laugh and touch pulling me deeper into something I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever. I was falling for him, hard, and the thought made me giddy as I slipped on my heels, ready to meet him at the restaurant.I grabbed my purse, humming to myself, the anticipation buzzing under my skin. But when I opened the front door, the song died in my throat. Roseanne stood there, her hand raised to ring the bell, her blonde hair pulled tight in a ponytail, her face a mask of barely contained

Reese POV The kitchen hummed with the chaotic warmth of morning, a messy symphony that wrapped around my heart even as the world outside threatened to unravel it. Sammy’s giggles filled the air as he smeared syrup across his pancakes, leaving sticky trails on the table, while Avie babbled about her favorite cartoon, her curls bouncing with every wave of her syrup-coated fork. I couldn’t help but smile, their joy a fleeting anchor against the storm brewing inside me. Elliot sat across from me, pouring orange juice into the kids’ cups, his movements steady but his smile tight, shadowed by the same distance I’d felt last night in bed. The memory of those early hours — his arms around me, our bodies entwined, my words about our family’s future — warmed me, but his quiet reserve lingered like a knot I couldn’t untie. I wanted to reach across the table, to ask what was wrong, but the weight of yesterday held me back. Roseanne’s slap still burned, not just on my cheek but in my soul, her

Reese POV The air in Spencer’s apartment felt thick, suffocating, as his words landed like a blow to my chest: “Elliot’s heading back to London soon — with his kids.” My heart stopped, the world tilting around me. Avie, my Avie, his daughter? How could he know? How could Elliot know? The question burned, but Spencer’s mocking smile, his voice dripping with venom, held the answer before I could even ask. I stood frozen, my hands trembling, the industrial decor of his bachelor pad blurring as his accusation echoed in my mind.“What do you mean, he knows?” I managed, my voice barely a whisper, my throat tight with dread. “How does Elliot know about Avie?”Spencer leaned against the counter, his eyes cold, the warmth I’d once trusted in him gone. “Jennifer told him,” he said, his tone almost gleeful, like he was savoring my unraveling. “She cornered him, spilled the whole truth — that Avie’s his, not mine, not anyone else’s. And you know what, Venus? He’s done with you. He’s planning t