Flashback. Luna stood staring at the TV screen as the news anchor read her report from a tablet in front of her. She couldn’t believe what was happening right now. “I can’t believe this is happening right now,” she muttered brokenly, her eyes glued to the screen. She knew she should probably look away, staring at the screen wasn’t helping matters, and it sure wasn’t doing any good to her, but she couldn’t look away. Her father’s legacy was being smeared and dragged throughout the media, and there was nothing she could do about it. He was being called a fraud, a thief, a liar, and other godawful names, thing that he wasn’t and had never been, and she could do nothing about it. They were saying he leaked crucial information to a rival company of Lake Industries for compensation. Her day would never do that, Luna thought to herself with conviction. She didn’t even know exactly what her dad had done for Lake Industries, but yet she knew with absolute certainty that her dad would
Present. Luna sat patiently in her chair as the makeup artist applied the finishing touches to her light makeup before they went out on stage. They, she and Justin, were in the backstage of NYN News Studio, they were getting ready to go out to be interviewed. It was two days after the board meeting, when the effects of the leaked article hadn’t subsided as they had hoped and had just continued to steadily increase in its potential to negatively affect the company, and the Gala project by proxy, the investors had all clamored for damage control. They had taken a vote, and majority- with Logan and Jake being part of the minority- had voted that their idea of damage control, being Justin and Luna doing a public interview together to put the whole news to rest, to life. So here they were. Luna glanced at Justin, his studio appointed makeup artist was applying finishing touches to his face too, but unlike her, he didn’t look calm or patient about it. Not that it showed or anything li
“You are not married, is that correct?” the interviewer asked, looking between Luna and Justin. “No, we’re not,” Justin replied evenly. The interviewer nodded, he glanced down at the tablet on his lap. “According to our sources, you live together though. Is that correct?” he asked again. “We do,” Justin replied, as evenly as before. “You’re both having a baby,” this time, the interviewer looked at Luna. A beat, Luna felt Justin’s warm and strong hand holding hers firmly. “Yes, we are,” she replied. “And how do you feel this affects both your image?” the interviewer asked. “We have no feelings towards that,” Justin was the one who replied now. He gave the interviewer a steady look. “It wouldn’t change the way our image is seen.” The interviewer looked at Justin, he smiled a little at him. “I guess it wouldn’t,” he agreed. “But it still bears being careful of the sort of image you put out there. You are both successful business people, you have a major project you
You never let go of my hand once,” Luna said. She was still looking down at the tablet in her hand, the interview had run its course and she was just staring at a blank screen. She looked up at Justin, he looked back at her. “You never let go of my hand,” she repeated. Somehow that had stuck for her, during the interview, after, on their ride back home that they were still currently on. Justin looked steadily at her. “I will not let go of your hand,” he said. Ever, Luna completed in her head. She could almost hear it anyway. Her heart stuttered in her chest, the steady way Justin was looking at her, his declaration that he would never let go of her hand, and the fact that she knew he meant he would ‘never’ let go of her hand. Like, forever. Was Justin planning on being in her life forever? Could she trust that? Could she risk her heart, her mind, her soul, her body, everything she had worked hard to piece together after he left her shattered and broken six years ago? Could
Luna lowered the phone from her ear, she stared at a spot on the floor of the living room. Rita’s words were still repeating in her head, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. But she could. Oh, she could, Luna thought to herself as a sick feeling spread through her. She couldn’t believe she had been happy just a few minutes ago, Luna pressed a hand to her stomach as the sick feeling coiled through her. She had not just been happy, she had been healed, more healed than she had remembered feeling in a long time. The safety and warmth she had felt from Justin’s hand on hers during the interview, and how strongly and steadily he had defended her and the baby they were making together to the interviewer without any doubt, had given her that healing. It had made her happy, a soft kind of quiet happy, that had spread through the cracks in her heart, and healed it just a little bit. She had been happy, so she had finally felt like she could take a chance. Take a night for herself
Hours later, Luna sat at a secluded table in a bar. The rest of the bar was noisy and lively, the other customers were active and as loud as they cared. Laughter rang out to meet Luna, chatter, conversations, arguments, glasses of beer clinking against each other. Luna let the ambience wash over her as she nursed her glass of water. She hadn’t come into the bar for the drinks, obviously, but loud noisy bar fit her mood perfectly. She couldn’t be in a quiet place right now, she needed to get lost amidst noise. Maybe if they were loud enough, they would drown out her thoughts. Luna went back to her argument with Justin earlier on. She had gotten in his face after calling him a coward, she had demanded to know what he would do when he said she couldn’t call him cowardly and get away with it. And then something had just snapped inside her. Even thinking about it now, Luna still couldn’t figure out what had made her snap like that. But she had just suddenly been furious with him, fur
Thirty minutes later, Luna stood in front of Moira’s door. She had pressed the buzzer, and she could hear footsteps coming in from inside, so she waited. She hadn’t known where Moira was staying until a few days ago, she had been scrolling through the news and had stumbled on a small magazine’s headline. They had done an article on ‘The Mother of Business’, that was what they had called her. They had written an article on her life, her work, net worth, where she lived and a few quotes by her. Basic stuff. Small magazines wrote articles like that, on prominent people in the spotlight, to help boost their viewership and ratings. Apparently, according to the article, Moira was not living in the home she shared with her husband- which was the same one Luna knew since she was married to Justin- for a while because of some business she had to take care of, and she needed to be closer to the business. That was where Luna had gotten the address. She stood in front of the house now, it w
Thirty minutes later, Luna stood in front of Moira’s door. She had pressed the buzzer, and she could hear footsteps coming in from inside, so she waited. She hadn’t known where Moira was staying until a few days ago, she had been scrolling through the news and had stumbled on a small magazine’s headline. They had done an article on ‘The Mother of Business’, that was what they had called her. They had written an article on her life, her work, net worth, where she lived and a few quotes by her. Basic stuff. Small magazines wrote articles like that, on prominent people in the spotlight, to help boost their viewership and ratings. Apparently, according to the article, Moira was not living in the home she shared with her husband- which was the same one Luna knew since she was married to Justin- for a while because of some business she had to take care of, and she needed to be closer to the business. That was where Luna had gotten the address. She stood in front of the house now, it w
“I want to say thank you to everyone for coming,” Logan said into the microphone. The gala had been going on for hours now, it was starting to wind down, towards the end. He was giving his speech as Chairman of Lake Industries. “This would not have been successful without you all,” he continued. “I consider you all family, but I would like to thank my family, the one that I made. Both my sons, Justin and Brian, I am proud of you both. This Gala would not have been successful without you both, I love you.” He raised a toast towards Justin and Brian. “And to the ladies who stood by their side, and not just stood, but did their part in making this a success, Luna and Ashley,” he raised his glass towards Luna and Ashley, he smiled, “I love you. You are the best additions this family could have ever asked for, and my sons are lucky to have you in their lives.” He paused. “Love makes the world go around, without it, we would be lost, and I am glad that you four have found your way to ea
Luna stood in front of the full-length mirror, she placed a hand over her bump, and stared at her image. She smiled as she felt Justin’s arms wrap around her midsection. She leaned back and rested her head on Justin’s chest, she sighed as he started nibbling on her neck. “Can’t we just stay in and not go?” she asked, tilting her neck even better for Justin’s mouth to have access. Justin stopped nibbling, he looked at the mirror, meeting her eyes. “You are a witch,” he murmured. Luna laughed. “What? It’s just a suggestion,” she said, trying to look innocent. “Yeah, a suggestion that you know I am one hundred percent for,” Justin replied. “Hell, I suggested it an hour ago, and what did you say?” Luna closed her eyes. “We really should go,” she echoed her own answer. “That’s right,” Justin murmured, his mouth already muffled against the side of her neck again. Luna sighed, she twined her fingers with Justin’s on her stomach. “I was an idiot,” she murmured. Justin ma
Present. Now Luna was mad. When the article was released, while they were preparing for the press conference, during the press conference, Luna had been sick all through. But now that the press conference was over, she was mad. She had kept her calm all through the press conference. Even when the questions had turned personal and her answers had left her a little hard to breathe, Luna had kept her calm. Rita had arrived just few seconds after the press conference started, she had stood behind the interviewers, facing Luna. And she had been showing her markers with her hands, thumbs up when she was doing good and stuff like that. That had helped to keep her calm, that, and the solid presence of Justin behind her. He had stood behind her chair, no word, no interruptions, just the occasional squeeze of her shoulder. Quiet support, and steady, even gentle, backing. And then Moira had walked in. The press conference had been nearing its end by then, Luna had watched as Rita had f
Flashback Luna sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at nothing. Moira was in front of her, pacing and reprimanding her about something. Luna wasn’t sure what, she hadn’t been listening when Moira started, she wasn’t listening now, and she simply just didn’t care. She didn’t have the energy to care, she barely had the energy to be seating here as she was. She just wanted to lie down. For the past two weeks now, that was all she had been wanting to do. Just lie down, preferably in a dark quiet corner, but at this point, she would take anything she could get. But she wanted to lie down, pull a thick, dark cover over her head, and just go to sleep. She wanted to sleep, and go on sleeping, she wanted to sleep for a long period of time. And whenever she thought of the concept of waking up from that sleep, she didn’t like it. Her heart sunk at the thought of waking up, and having to face all of this again. If she woke up, she had to sit up, she had to stand, she had to walk, she
The next day, the whole issue with Honor took a back seat in Luna’s mind as she found herself with an entirely different, and bigger, situation on her hands. Another article was leaked, this one about her father. It dug up the old news about her father, and the issue he had with Lake Industries, the debacle that had brought Luna to New York and to Justin. The article was all about rehashing what her father did, how he ‘betrayed’ Lake Industries for a handout, and how he disappeared from the grid because of his shame. His name, face and story were plastered all over the news article. Even her mother and sister were not left out, Mira and Ashley’s faces and names were printed in it too. Feeling sick about it all, Luna pressed a hand to her stomach, she stood still, trying to get in a deep breath. She was at home, people were in the house, Justin had called an emergency press conference immediately the news had hit the media. Camera men and their crew were moving about the living
“I really needed that,” Luna said two hours later, as she and Justin walked back into the studio. Justin wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Which part?” Luna laughed, she swatted his arm playfully. “The food and nice view part, you pervert.” Justin shrugged. “Hey, you sounded like you enjoyed the other part very much too when we were doing it.” Luna laughed again, she shook her head. “You’re an idiot.” “An idiot you were screaming his name,” Justin leaned down and whispered into her ear. Luna looked up at him, her eyes widening. “Justin!” Somebody cleared their throat behind them, Justin and Luna both turned at the same time to look. The smile and teasing glint in her eyes were still there when Luna’s eyes met Honor’s. “Honor,” she said, startled. She sobered up immediately, Honor looked at Luna, like she focused on her like she was determined to act as though Justin was not there. Luna felt the freeze, but somehow she felt like Honor’s acknowledgement of her was not part
One week later. Luna rubbed the kinks out of her neck, she had been stuck going through things that needed to be put in place for the Gala, all morning. All week too. Ever since Honor pulled her company out of the Gala event, there had been slacks in the work that needed to be done. Both in the parts that Honor had taken up to do, and in the aspects that her company had been taking care of. The fashion aspect. “These are really good,” Luna commented, looking at the design sketches that had been left by Honor and her company before she left. “Yeah,” Temperance, the assistant working with Luna on deciding the fashion angle for the Gala, said beside her. “Miss Kosarin and her people really worked hard on it, they worked almost round the clock too. It was like there was some competition or something.” Luna knew better that Temperance just what she was saying. From the first day they had met, she and Honor had both known there was going to be a competition between them. They had
Present. Luna and Justin were both in Justin’s car, they were driving after Honor. After her announcement, Honor had dropped the mic and immediately left the party. Moira had been livid, she hadn’t shown it, of course, or at least not in an explosive way. She hadn’t screamed or shouted, or done anything of the sort. Even in the face of what someone like Moira would probably term the greatest betrayal of all time, she still hadn’t lost control. She hadn’t shown her anger to the guests or given them a show that they could go talk about to the blogs. No matter her personal feelings towards Moira, Luna had had to admit that she found that impressive. But even with her composure, Luna had known she was angry. In fact, it had been very obvious to her, and no doubt to her family members too. She saw the look Justin, Logan and even Brian, had exchanged when it happened. The vein that had popped out on Moira’s forehead had been the first tell, followed by the twitching at the corner of
Flashback. “So you’re saying there’s nothing you can do?” Brandon asked the lawyer. Luna was in her room, the room she shared with Justin, although ‘shared’ was a strong word for how much time Justin actually spent in the room with her these days. Luna shook her head to shake off those thoughts, thinking about the ever increasing distance between she and Justin for the past month would only just make her depressed. And she didn’t have the time or head space for that. She refocused her attention on the matter at hand. She was in the room, her mother and father were on a call with her, Luna stared at their faces on the laptops screen. A man was seated beside her, Carl James, her lawyer. He was a low budget lawyer, the type she had been able to afford on her own, hers and her parents, that is. She couldn’t tap into the generous money Justin kept depositing into her account almost every day. And she couldn’t do that because she couldn’t very well use his money to hire a lawyer who