Cynthia Dion:"Did you think he'd be entirely yours?" She was indeed smirking a lot."No! I knew he had a blood-sucking sister who wouldn't let either of us have any peace," I shrugged my shoulders. This time, I was the one speaking, not Thea."I can't believe you used to play the innocent card," she shook her head in disbelief, her tone less taunting now that I was giving it back to her."Why, didn't you also think I was exactly as others described me?" I met her gaze, no longer eating the chocolate. "And let's not forget that you lied on my behalf," I chuckled, mocking her for accusing me when she had played dirty tricks."I didn't lie," she muttered, taking a deep breath to compose herself."Oh really? You can deceive others, but I know the truth since it's about me. I was there, and I know I didn't do anything," I responded confidently, without holding back."You were everywhere, Cynthia. That's the problem. You knew what you were up to, but it never occurred to you that it might
Cynthia Dion: I entered the room and rushed towards the closet, standing in front of it with tears in my eyes, debating whether I should take my stuff with me or just leave. "I hate you," that was it. I started to sob and then punched the closet door. My bones made a cracking noise, but I'm sure Thea will help with it later, and even if she doesn't, I don't care. I was still crying when I got on my knees, rested my forehead against the closet, closed my eyes, and bit my bottom lip to stifle more sobs. It's strange that I always ended up expecting a lot from him, but he always let me down. "What happened to you?" The familiar voice made me raise my face and look towards the bathroom door. Atticus was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, shampoo still in his hair. I continued to stare at his face, utterly bewildered about how he ended up in the room. He had been outside, with that treacherous friend of mine. "Cynthia! What happened to you?" He asked, sounding genu
Cynthia Dion: "Sister! What's going on? Why are you here?" Atticus asked her, observing her angry gaze directed at me. I sensed that whatever had upset her was somehow connected to me, but I couldn't figure out what I had done that could be more devastating than Mara being with her mate. "Ask your beloved Luna," she replied, crossing her arms while keeping her glare fixed on my face. "What? I've been here the whole time," I said with a shrug, not hesitating to defend myself. "Why is he here?" I didn't respond because I had no idea what was bothering her. She finally spoke up herself. "Excuse me?" I shook my head, trying to understand what she was getting at. Was she referring to Atticus, or had someone deceived her about Zeon's presence? "Why is he here? Why did you bring him here?" Maleeka yelled at me, but the way she spoke about someone being brought here for me made me a bit anxious. What if someone had orchestrated this to make Atticus believe I'd been inviting people over
Cynthia Dion:If he hadn't held up their plan by blocking the door, they would have succeeded in doing everything they had intended to do to me that night."No! You must stay here. You're Luna's father; I won't allow you to go like this," Atticus shook his head and prevented Dad from leaving, and Dad was surprised by the Alpha's kindness."I don't want to stay here and be a burden to the daughter I've always hurt," my father's eyes filled with more tears as he regretted his past treatment of me.At this point, I was starting to think that my father was ready to admit he was wrong. Perhaps, when he's feeling better, I can ask him about my cellphone and whether Mr. Holt has ever been to the house and used it, or if someone else did."Cynthia! Why don't you go back to your room and take a rest while I assist your father to the guestroom and talk to him about the incident?" Atticus turned to me and asked politely. I understood that Atticus didn't want to discuss it with Dad in front of me
Cynthia Dion:"What do they want to talk to me about?" I asked, as I couldn't recall them ever being fond of me.I'd heard that Rosalie had woken up and was feeling much better, but I hadn't had a chance to see her again."I don't know, but you don't need to worry. I'll be there with you," he said softly, reassuring me that I'd be fine with him by my side."Ah! Thank you for offering to help, but I can handle it myself," I didn't want to say it to him, but my newfound confidence made me feel capable of anything. Now that I didn't have to worry about my health either, I believed I could stand up to anyone I wanted.Although I should thank him for all his help, I'll just consider it his way of making amends."That's great," he said, taking a deep breath before adding, "shall we go out?" He gestured to the door, and I led the way. We walked out to the garden, where everyone was gathered. Rosalie appeared a bit weaker than before, but Enzo looked genuinely pleased to be there.Mara and Ma
Cynthia Dion:I had a new phone again. Atticus picked it up for me. I left it in my room, so I can just come up with an excuse to go get it.I stood up from my chair and hurried to my room to grab the cellphone before pausing in front of Maleeka's room. They appeared to be alone. I couldn't hear Mr. Holt."Why? Why is everyone feeling sorry for her?" Maleeka was crying loudly. Honestly, if it was someone else she was accusing, I might have bought into it because of her excellent acting."Why don't you reveal the truth about her to the world? Why don't you show everything?" She was mad at Atticus, who remained quiet, but I was eager to hear his response.And that's when he finally spoke and surprised me."Atticus! Why don't you expose her? Please tell me you've got a plan, and that's why you brought her here?" As Maleeka drew attention to this topic, I felt my body tensing up. I was now very curious, eager to hear what he had to say."I don't have any plans," his words made me close my
Cynthia Dion:"Mara! Let me go, and don’t say anything bad about my wife again," as he pushed her back, I realized he was putting Mara against Maleeka for some reason."Really? Can you run away from this?" She got on her knees and took his dick in her mouth without any hesitation. I almost gagged and threw up, but well, I have to record everything.He smirked and started shoving his dick in and out of her mouth. It went on for a few minutes before he finished it in her mouth, and she swallowed it to impress him with her skills.That was it for me. I turned the video off and walked back outside with a smile of triumph covering my lips.‘Let the game of revenge begin,’ Thea laughed manically while I smiled, and Atticus, Maleeka, and my father just stared at me in confusion."Oh, please don’t stop enjoying your food; I am just very happy today," I looked Maleeka directly in the eye while my smile grew wider. I then followed my father to his room."Dad, you can stay here for however long
Cynthia Dion:As he stepped out of the room, I turned to gaze at my father, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost."I swear, I wasn't gonna help him," he began pleading with his hands clasped in front of his chest. "You're my daughter, right? You won't harm your old man," he looked terrified. It seemed like he could see the wild side within me better than I could feel it."I won't harm you. Just make sure you don't even talk about Flora to yourself," I cautioned, and he got the message."I won't ever. I don't even know where she is, and no one will ever discover her," he vowed, and I nodded in agreement.Using all that power to vent my anger left me feeling a bit lightheaded. It was like I was starting to get used to my abilities, and to be honest, they were incredibly overwhelming.After the whole incident with Mr. Holt, I left the room to talk to Atticus. I wanted to ask him about the evidence, those supposed texts, and maybe some other things Maleeka mentioned. The tricky part was fig