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
Cynthia Dion:"Cynthia! There's nothing on those phones. There were text messages that I showed you, and that's it," he confessed to deceiving me, and to be honest, it shattered the trust I was starting to have in him."You lied to me," I raised my voice, tears welling up in my eyes. i cant believe I always end up trusting him."Cynthia! I did it to... distract you. You were stubbornly wanting to see something that doesn't exist. There were texts, and I showed you those. Now I don't have anything else," he quickly stood up when a tear rolled down my cheek. I didn’t get how he was so confidently saying nothing else exists when I heard his sister ask for those tapes."Please, don't cry," he looked away and rubbed his face with his hands. I was so done with this nonsense. I hated every time somebody lied to me. "Get out," I muttered, and he straightened his back, removing his hand from his face and staring at me in astonishment."Cynthia?" he exclaimed."I said leave. I'll stay here," I
Cynthia Dion:As he embraced me once more, I began to scream at the top of my voice. Flora's lifeless form was swathed in a blanket and completely gone. I can't even say it was recently placed here. It must have been months and months ago. It was my sister; she had been here all this time, and I had slept right above her."He didn't allow them to set me or the house ablaze because he feared someone might come to extinguish the fire and discover this," I sobbed and quivered, screaming until my lungs ached."Cynthia, please, try to calm down," he knew that saying that wouldn't achieve much, as this wasn't the right moment for me to settle."He will face the consequences," Atticus said as he released the hug and grasped my arms, locking eyes with me, causing my tears to cease immediately."I'm such a terrible sis--ter," I murmured, tears streaming down my face as I drifted into a daze. "She must have been so unhappy," I felt as if my heart might cease beating at any moment."I wonder how
Cynthia Dion:I walked with the shovel while people kept looking at me in fright. I entered the pack, and the guards squared up, seeing the shovel in my hands as I dragged it, and it made a loud noise.A car behind me was driven by Atticus, whose presence made the guards let me walk around with that shovel in my hands. I made my way to the mansion and found my father in the garden. The instant he looked at me, he almost choked on the coffee he was sipping.This asshole killed my sister, and he was sitting over here and enjoying a good cup of tea."Cynthia!" he asked, "where are you coming from?" He didn’t even know that the guards outside the mansion were on duty to make sure he didn’t leave.Maleeka and Mara, who seemed to have come out to see me and Atticus, gasped and stepped back. Mr. Holt stepped back and disappeared into the mansion, but it wasn’t their day.Not yet.My eyes were fixated on my father, the devil, who looked clueless until he stared at the shovel in my hand. His f