All Chapters of The broken luna: revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

WRITER’S POV * Elaine was impatient, she lost all her patience with the viscount even after all her threats he had given her inheritance, yes, but she wanted more out of him, her greed grew bigger but the viscount looked like he had more things to worry about, it irked Elaine, Yes, the lake house was in her name, but from his illegal businesses, the viscount was sure to have more than seven properties that were not even inherited from the main properties as a viscount, she felt like it wasn’t fair, and she felt like she could have a better deal, and who better to strike a deal with if not the royal?Yes, she had thought it through, having done a favor for the princess she could have connections like never before, and batter yet she could get closer to the king, she had already set her mind to it, that she was going to meet princess ivy.She had worn her best attire and worn herself with the best jewels the very next day, setting out to the house of the crown prince, she was lucky e

WRITERS POV*She let him in, just to see the sorry excuse of an alpha and what he wanted to talk about and she had a feeling it was on the matter of her assassination, as the bastard had not shown himself and had gone into hiding, and the only concrete source that could say his secret as the dead maiden Eloise and the countess Brenton, The sounds of his foot deeps grew closer, as he walked in, greeting her with a bow but anna was not moved by such, his body itched in disgust, this was the first time that she and Edwin were actually alone, it didn’t sit right with her, she wanted to wipe the pride off his face“your highness”“and what do I owe this visit for, sir Edwin, it is far too early for this and you are interrupting my lessons, she called, picking up another arrow and shooting it to her target that was a few meters away, “I am truly sorry for the intrusion princess ivy, I do need to talk to you, as during sunrise I know the king’s men will start their search, for my de

WRITER’S POV * After rose had seen that she couldn’t help but feel empty when she went home, her husband the count had come back from his journey, she was surprised to see him since he didn’t inform her that he was coming But the luggage was much more than he came back with, she opened her chamber doors only for someone to jump on her, “Sister!” the person exclaimed, her loud voice almost making the countess jump from her skin “h, my heavens, Bethany?!” rose exclaimed she hugged her, she was her junior sister she was a year older than they both had green eyes from their family gene but instead Bethany’s hair was red and hers was a light brown, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” she exclaimed hugging her sister again, she needed the warmth of another woman, to talk to, “rose, you seem…sad, from your scent, “ Bethany called, she had always even right through her, she even knew she never wanted to marry the count, as he was far older than her, but her family wanted the con

WRITER’S POV • • Andrew Hawkson, he was a poor beta in the village grounds of Eastville, everyone passed him by as no one had ever shown him kindness, Being the butcher’s son even when he was yet to learn more, but he was always ridiculed by the masses, and no one ever looked at him twice, but the only person who had her come to be nice to him and talk to him was Anna, She was like a shining ray In his life, he remembered the first time he met her, his father had beaten him up over again because he had found him with a book instead of cutting meat like he was supposed to, he left a huge scar from a broken bottle he had used on Andrew's right cheek He was left in the mud under the rain, face bleeding body weak from the never-ending blows his father had put on his body, He felt lost but in the cold rain and everything turnings blurred he felt warm hands touch his cheeks squinting his eyes forward to see Anna under a small coat her face filled with so many emotions, “Are you alr

WRITER’S POV • • It was close to the morning than midnight when the viscount’s house went from being quiet and erupting in noise, waking the whole household up, The consistent banging on the doors couldn’t even let a dead man Rest In Peace, Phillip had woken up in irritable anger and confusion as to who was disturbing everyone, the person was going to get sure of his wrath from the viscount Who the bloody hell is that banging on the door?! The viscount raged as he tied his robe, his other hand with a shotgun ready to blow whose person head it was, He heard a small noise outside, his maid had crept in with a worried looked on her face, “ my lord “ she started catching her breath as it looked like she had run to get there “What is it?! Who is that scoundrel at my front door and dares to wake up my household?” “ my lord you need to see this” ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️ Phillip didn’t know what to expect when he went out but he didn’t expect to hear the voice of his friend at the other side of