CHAPTER 3

“I'm sorry, but... who are you? Do you mind if | ask you to introduce yourself to me?” Luna requested. Anger flashed across Rhea’s face. “You...”

“Enough, Luna!” With a murderous expression on his face, Preston cracked his knuckles menacingly before pointing at a photo. “Are you the ugly woman in this photo?”

Ugly woman? Luna grimaced when she saw how red Preston's knuckles had gotten. He must be really furious at her right now. “Yes, honey, that’s me in the photo, but how did you know what | look like? Have you seen me before?”

Suddenly, Preston threw the photo, and it landed on the floor by Luna’s feet. He was so angry that he felt like he was going to explode soon. Was the woman deliberately trying to piss him off? Everything she did and said infuriated him.

Smiling, Luna said, “Honey, don’t be angry. I actually don’t look like this in real life. rm...”

Before she could reveal anything important, though, she stopped talking.

“Go on. Tell me what's different about you in the photo.” Preston's eyes glinted for a second as though something had piqued his interest.

Could it be that her disfigurement was fake?

Luna crouched down to pick up the photo. She examined it for a while before raising her head to beam at Preston. “Honey, actually, my face has been digitally enhanced to make me look somewhat presentable in this photo. The scar on my face is longer and more unsightly in real life. Do you know who took this photo?

Their photography skills are really good. Can you give me their contact information?”

Preston's forehead began to show visible veins. Was the woman trying to mess with him? Additionally, the blatant way she addressed him as “honey” made him furious. Did she have no shame?

Meanwhile, Luna's eyes sparkled as she plotted new ways to infuriate him.

Inwardly, she snorted and berated Preston and his family for summoning her just as she was about to fill her stomach and for acting high and mighty as they humiliated her. Whatever was giving them such an inflated sense of self-importance was beyond Luna.

“Are you interested in how | really look? Do you want me to take my mask off and show you my real face? | can do that. | don’t mind at all. After all, I can’t hide my appearance from my husband and my in-laws forever.” As Luna spoke, she reached for the mask’s string. Rhea braced herself as she wondered how hideous the woman’s face was.

“stop! Go back to your room!” Finally, Preston lost his temper. The woman was not only ugly, but she was also annoying. She was definitely provoking him.

“All right. I'll go now.” Luna then climbed the stairs nonchalantly, as if she had not just gotten a rise out of him.

Celeste sensed unease in her gut as she watched the woman leave. A sigh escaped her lips.

“This is a disaster. Did we do something extremely evil in our past lives to attract such a hideous woman to torment us? Oh, I don’t think I can handle this. I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack from all this anger.”

Once Luna was back inside the bedroom, she raised a hand to take her mask off, only to stop when she realized that the servant who brought her food was still there, eyes wide with curiosity.

“You can leave now. I'll call you once I’m done eating,” Luna said. “Oh, yes, madam.” With that, the servant left. Once she was alone, Luna finally removed her mask.

However, unlike what others claimed, her face was completely scar-free. If anything, she was remarkably beautiful. Her complexion was immaculate, her eyes were bright, her nose was perfectly shaped, and her lips were irresistibly full and plump.

When Luna was just twelve years old, her biological mother passed away from a terminal illness. Shortly after her mother’s death, her father married Gianna publicly. She brought with her Avery, Luna’s older sister by a year.

Gianna and Avery had always seen Luna as a thorn in their side. There was one time when Luna was stopped by a group of street thugs, whom Avery hired, on her way home from school. They waved knives at her and threatened to cut her face.

At that time, her face could have been badly damaged if a random stranger had not intervened to save her.

Luna also managed to bribe the street thugs to trick Avery and Gianna into thinking that her face had been severely scarred. Since then, she had been hiding her face.

Back to the present, Luna enthusiastically stuffed a slice of braised pork into her mouth, moaning when the savory flavor assaulted her tongue.

Thirty minutes later, the servant, who had predicted that Luna would be done eating by now, knocked on the door and announced that she would be coming in to get the dishes.

At the moment, Luna had just finished her meal and was now in the bathroom washing her face because wearing the mask all day had left her face feeling suffocated. The servant waited for a response but got none, so she opened the door and went inside.

The servant presumed Preston would be on his way to the second floor any time soon. He disliked messiness the most, and when he entered the untidy room, he would immediately reprimand the servants.

Luna had just finished washing her face and was looking for her mask when the servant let out a surprised cry.

“Madam... your face...”

The servant’s jaws hung open in shock. She thought that Luna was a monstrously ugly woman. However, the woman in front of her had strikingly beautiful features.

Was she really Luna?

At first, the servant thought she was seeing things. She and her fellow servants gathered earlier to look at Luna’s photo, and the woman in it had a severely scarred face.

Preston's face was clouded with wrath as he burst through the door. “What the heck is that noise?” “sir, her face...”

Luna’s heartbeat sped up as she panicked at the thought of her deception being discovered.