George set his bourbon glass down and leaned back on the couch, his eyes turning to slits as he clenched his jaw. "What is it?" his voice remained calm, a deliberate opposition to the tension in Regina's voice."Luna confronted me tonight at a gala I attended," she said, her words dripping with contempt but George could sense the uneasiness hiding beneath them. "She accused me of lacing her drink that night."His gaze shifted to the crystal glass on his table, the dark amber liquid glowing in the soft lighting of the room. He poured himself another shot, the ice clinking against the glass. "Tell me everything," he said, his voice sounding low and measured.He listened intently as Regina recounted the confrontation, her words spilling at a normal pace. "....and then she had the audacity to walk away from me," she said, spitting out venom as she concluded.George's gaze was fixed on the glass in his hand as he swirled the bourbon in it, watching the liquid sway from side to side. Luna
The faint light of the afternoon seeped in through the blinds, casting a mild glow over his rugged features. He lay still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he got lost in thoughts of her.The soft kisses, warm hugs, and infectious laughter still swirled in his head. Her inviting scent, a subtle blend of jasmine and olive, still lingered in his memory. For a moment, he took a deep breath in, hoping to get even a whiff of her again. But was disappointed when the smell of tequila greeted him.He recalled the way her rosy lips would curve into a beautiful smile whenever he teased her. The way her lovely voice always drew him in when she spoke and her eyes?...."Ughh," he groaned as he pressed his hands on his face.How could he have been so stupid? Time seemed to fade away as he relived every moment they'd shared—from the first night they'd met to the last time he was in her house. His chest constricted, emotions spiralling like a maelstrom. Guilt, loyalty and longing intertwined, making
Sophia sank into the couch, enveloped by the darkness that had become her new companion. Night had long since fallen but she hadn't noticed. Days blended together, each one a copy of the last as she kept herself confined within the walls of her house. Just the thought of stepping outside made her skin crawl.As she mindlessly flipped through the channels, the combination of news anchors, laughter, and commercials only got on her nerves. Her lips curled into a peeved snarl as nothing grabbed her attention.Nothing distracted her from the boiling anger and hurt that nestled in her chest.Luna's face was inscribed front and centre in her mind. Her familiar smile now twisted in her memory, a regular reminder of the knife she'd thrust into her back.How could she? Sophia's thoughts burned with resentment. She tightened her fingers around the remote, her knuckles white with rage. She thought of all the times she'd been there for Luna; supporting, encouraging, and listening to her. And this
The Sunday morning sunlight that poured in through the windows highlighted the dark circles under her eyes. Luna sat alone at a small table in the corner of the coffee shop, slowly drinking a hot cup of the beverage as she stared blankly into the distance. She'd barely gotten a good sleep in days and it was all thanks to Luke.The events of the past few weeks replayed in her head like a broken record stuck on repeat. Luke's betrayal, his insistent apology and his actions in saving her from the two men. A part of her hoped he was okay, but another part of her told her she was crazy for caring.Why should she care? Who knows if he orchestrated the whole thing just to convince her of his 'sincerity'? The memory of George's manipulation, using Vanessa to run her over with a car, flashed in her mind. She tightened her grip on the cup as the very thought of Luke being in on it too made her blood boil. She tore her gaze from the wall and looked around the coffee shop, taking in the laught
Luna's mind spun in circles as she processed Marcus's words. Sophia, her best friend, her partner and confidante, had paid to erase crucial evidence of George's crime–the same crime that had almost ruined them. An icy numbness spread through Luna's body and she felt as if she was drowning in ice-cold water. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All she could do was stare blankly ahead, her eyes fixed on the empty road ahead of her.The road appeared blurry to her and it seemed to stretch on forever.Marcus's voice over the phone sounded distant, a low murmur that barely pierced through the cloud of shock surrounding Luna. She felt like she was drifting; as if she'd been detached from her body and the world around her. Her hands were still grasping the steering wheel, but she suddenly had no memory of how she got there. She felt so.... confused.The only thing that felt real was the growing pain–a deep, clawing ache that had nestled in her chest. It wasn't just an emotional sensatio
"Another whiskey, please," she requested, her voice barely above a whisper.The bartender, a middle-aged man who seemed kind, nodded and poured her another shot. Luna picked up the small glass and tossed the liquid into her mouth, feeling the familiar burn down her throat. She closed her eyes and let the numbness that usually came afterwards wash over her.It was late and the bar was almost empty except for a few people like herself who had come to either forget their sorrows or just engage in some fun. The air reeked of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol and the choking scent of cheap perfumes. Cigarette smoke hung thick and heavy in the air, burning her eyes and making it a bit difficult to see. But Luna didn't mind at all, heck! She barely even noticed. The dreary atmosphere of the bar perfectly mirrored her mood – dark, gloomy and regretful.Luna had stumbled in there a few hours ago, hoping to drown her sorrows in a couple of shots of whiskey. She had purposefully worn a black hoodi
The fluorescent light above illuminated her pale face as she stepped into the police station. She had barely slept for some nights now, her mind racing with thoughts of everything that had been going on—from Sophia's betrayal to Luke's mysterious presence at the bar. But she had to push those thoughts aside for now. She had a meeting with the detective and she was determined to get justice for herself.As she approached the front desk, the officer behind the counter looked up and curtly nodded in recognition. "Morning, Miss Luna. The detective is waiting for you."Luna nodded back and followed the officer to the small room in the back where he took her the last time. The detective was already seated with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him as he buried himself in some paperwork. As she entered, he stood up immediately when he noticed her presence. "Good morning, Miss Luna. Thank you for coming in today," he greeted, gesturing to a chair behind his desk. "Please take a seat."He
Luke fidgeted in his seat as he scanned the crowd with a mix of disinterest and annoyance. He didn't want to come to this award ceremony, but the host was a good friend, and he would be disappointed if he didn't show up. Coincidentally, the venue was in Georgia and none of his employees wanted to go through the trouble of travelling down there when he was already in the area.So, here he was, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, pretending to care about the awards being handed out.But his mind was elsewhere. It was with Luna, the woman that had consumed his every waking thought since he met her. He couldn't stop thinking about her—wondering what she was doing, if she was okay, and if she ever thought about him too.The lights on the stage flickered and the host's voice chattered on, but Luke's attention was elsewhere. He shifted in his seat again as he nervously tapped his foot on the floor, his heart still heavy.Weeks had passed since Luna found out about what he did and the rift between
The harsh glare of white lights greeted Luna as her eyes slowly fluttered open. A wince left her lips as she blinked furiously, trying to adjust to the burning light.A relentless ache kept throbbing in her head and she felt like her body had been glued to the bed she was lying on. Luna felt so disoriented. She didn't know where she was or what happened to her, so she decided to calm her nerves down first. Luna's eyes scanned the room, trying to figure out her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, surrounded by beeping machines and a tube ran from her arm to a small blood bag hanging nearby. She could feel the tight pinch of something attached to the back of her hand and she wrinkled her nose as the faint smell of antiseptic greeted her.A small groan barely escaped her as she tried to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over her, pushing her back onto the pillow.She gritted her teeth as she felt a stinging pain in her midsection. What had happened to her?As she lay there, trying
His chest heaved with fury as he slammed the car door shut. His eyes were narrowed into slits and his hands were curled into balls as he marched to the police station. As if the building were his nemesis, he kept his gaze fixed intently on it as he walked towards the entrance. Who did she think she was? And how dare she hurt his Luna? With fury, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room.The police station was scarce and quiet, except for a few officers who were busy on their phones and the sound of the local news being broadcast on the TV interrupted the silence. He spotted an officer sitting behind the counter and walked straight to him."Regina King," Luke growled, trying to keep his voice steady. "I need to see her."The officer looked up at him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "And you are....?""I'm Luke Garrett," he replied. "Regina attacked someone I care about and I need to talk to her."The officer's eyes widened in surprise as soon as he hea
"What?!" Luke's voice echoed across the room, breaking the silence that once enveloped his office. "How did it...? What happened? How did it happen?" His words tumbled out in a frantic rush as he stood up from his chair and tugged at his hair. "I'm not really sure. They told me Luna walked up to her to ask her something, and then she just... stabbed her," Marcus's voice was laced with worry and perplexity. "It just doesn't make any sense. The bodyguards are supposed to protect her, not hurt her."Luke's face twisted in anger and frustration. He let out a huff of air, his fingers digging deep into his scalp as if he were trying to rip his hair off. "Where is she?" He asked in a low growl. "I need to see her. I need to know she's okay.""The detective said she's at Morrison Hospital," Marcus replied. "I'm already on my way there." Luke didn't waste any more time. As soon as he hung up, he grabbed his keys and headed straight for the door. His mind was racing with thoughts of Luna,
She tentatively stepped out of the taxi and onto the mansion's driveway. Her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings with a mix of urgency and caution. The cool breeze of the evening gently toyed with her dress and the sky was painted with yellow and orange hues. But she wasn't there to enjoy the scenery or the evening's beauty.She adjusted her shades and pulled the tip of her hat lower as her gaze darted around to see if anyone was watching or following her. A burly-looking man who was the taxi driver eyed her curiously as she handed him a few bills. As soon as he collected the money, she turned away and started to walk towards the mansion.The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement echoed through the quiet evening, and she quickened her pace, her heartbeat slightly picking up. She had received a call in the middle of the night and the husky voice on the other end sent shivers down her spine. He had called for her and she just had to come.As she approached the entrance, the ma
The corporate park was almost deserted as evening fell—the only sound was the distant hum of a few remaining cars. Then, a low roar echoed across the area as Luke pulled up on his sleek powerbike in front of Luna's company.Luke was dressed in a simple yet stylishly casual outfit, consisting of a black T-shirt and matching black pants. With his helmet still on, he flipped up his visor, revealing his grey eyes as he glanced at his phone to check the time.6 PM.Luna would come out at any minute. Her car had broken down unexpectedly that morning—courtesy of Luke—so he knew she didn't have a ride home unless she decided to take a bus or walk back.As Luke leaned against his powerbike, his mind couldn't help but wander off to the events of the past few days. The expression on Luna's face when he confessed his love for her and also told her the truth about that night, still lingered in his head. He remembered the way his heart skipped a beat when she buried herself in his arms and also co
A look of sheer satisfaction was etched on her face as she watched the news report on her phone. She took a lazy sip of the steaming coffee in her hand, her eyes still glued to the screen as the news anchor droned on about the details of the allegations she'd made.As she leaned back in her chair, a mischievous smile danced on her lips. Oh, how she wished she could see the look on George's face when he heard about the news or watched it. She could already picture his hands turning into fists, his eyes bloodshot with rage as he clenched his jaw so tightly, that she feared he might pop a muscle.This was only the beginning. George and Vanessa were yet to be ready for the next series of comebacks she had planned for them. Luna would get back every penny they stole from her. Every drop of tear she had shed because of them and every piece of her heart that got broken because of them, she would make sure they paid dearly for it. And Regina? Well, she let her jealousy for Luna get the bett
"....Miss. Luna Chavez, CEO of Eclipse Real Estates, alleges that her ex-husband, George Garrett, and business rival, Regina King, conspired to have her drugged and filmed in a compromising position," the voice of the news anchor filled the room, grabbing his attention.George stood up from the couch slowly, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as the news anchor droned on.He felt like he had just been slapped in the face as his eyes widened in shock and horror. 'This little bitch just doesn't know when to give up, does she?' he asked inwardly as his hands curled into fists.The anchor continued, "Miss. Chavez claims that the incident occurred several weeks ago after she had been invited to a meeting with Miss. King. She alleges that the drink offered to her was laced with a substance that left her unconscious.""However, Miss Chavez also alleges that she was saved by Luke Garrett, who intervened before the perpetrators could carry out their plan."George's anger began to sizzle. 'Of cou
Luke fidgeted in his seat as he scanned the crowd with a mix of disinterest and annoyance. He didn't want to come to this award ceremony, but the host was a good friend, and he would be disappointed if he didn't show up. Coincidentally, the venue was in Georgia and none of his employees wanted to go through the trouble of travelling down there when he was already in the area.So, here he was, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, pretending to care about the awards being handed out.But his mind was elsewhere. It was with Luna, the woman that had consumed his every waking thought since he met her. He couldn't stop thinking about her—wondering what she was doing, if she was okay, and if she ever thought about him too.The lights on the stage flickered and the host's voice chattered on, but Luke's attention was elsewhere. He shifted in his seat again as he nervously tapped his foot on the floor, his heart still heavy.Weeks had passed since Luna found out about what he did and the rift between
The fluorescent light above illuminated her pale face as she stepped into the police station. She had barely slept for some nights now, her mind racing with thoughts of everything that had been going on—from Sophia's betrayal to Luke's mysterious presence at the bar. But she had to push those thoughts aside for now. She had a meeting with the detective and she was determined to get justice for herself.As she approached the front desk, the officer behind the counter looked up and curtly nodded in recognition. "Morning, Miss Luna. The detective is waiting for you."Luna nodded back and followed the officer to the small room in the back where he took her the last time. The detective was already seated with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him as he buried himself in some paperwork. As she entered, he stood up immediately when he noticed her presence. "Good morning, Miss Luna. Thank you for coming in today," he greeted, gesturing to a chair behind his desk. "Please take a seat."He