All Chapters of Moonstruck by You : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marry me. It all sounded so strange, like one of those whispers carried by the wind, you know what you heard, but you are not sure you heard it because it sounds so unreal. "Huh?" She frowned, brows furrowed and forehead crinkled. She of course knew what she heard, but she had to be sure. "You are going to need a lot of money if you intend to go through with the surgery, before, during and even after the surgery will cost you a lot of money." Luca continued, expression solid as a wall. "And God knows you won't be able to take care of her working two shifts a day, you won't even afford the bills."It was the truth, she wouldn't even be able to find the time to care for her Grandma if she continued to work two shifts. At this point, even working five shifts a day will simply not provide enough money. But where was he going with this?"If you marry me Hazel, I would foot all the bills. Every single one of them, and you would never have to work two shifts again, you will have time to s

"I have accepted your offer, I will marry you."Hazel stood firmly in front of Luca Rossi, unwavering, unblinking. She had made up her mind, and in two days instead of the agreed three. All he did was stare back at her in a bit of surprise, like he did not expect that she would agree. "For one year." She added. He stood from his seat slowly, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he walked up to her. She took a small step back as he approached, her breathing increasing a little.He stopped a foot away from her, she could smell his cologne, wafting through her nostrils and overpowering her senses. She nearly closed her eyes to savour it all..."Okay." He whispered, his voice deep and somewhat husky"we would be married in a week.""A week?!" She snapped out of her daze, eyes widening slightly. A week seemed too soon! What was the rush? "A week is too soon, what's the rush?"Luca exhaled, tucking his hands into his pockets. "It just has to be so. There would be an engagement party in a

"When will I be discharged?" That was the first question Grandma asked as Hazel walked in. She sat up on her bed, a dissatisfied look upon her face, fingers intertwined on her lap. Hazel took in a deep breath as she approached the bed. "Grandma..."She swallowed the growing lump in her throat. She knew she couldn't be discharged anytime soon. She was trying so hard to act strong, probably so she could leave soon. But Hazel could see from the constant twitching in the corner of her eye that she was in a lot of pain. "You need to rest." She told her, seating beside her. "I have been out for about three days, I think I have rested enough." She remarked with a scowl. "No, you haven't." Hazel breathed, letting out a long sigh. "You will go into surgery soon."She was scared to even mention it at all, she knew her grandma must have been told this by the doctor upon her waking, but it was a reality neither of them were willing to face, so neither was willing to mention it. She shook he

Red looked really pretty on her tonight, Hazel could testify it herself. She was looking far more beautiful than she thought herself to be. Starring right through this mirror on the wall, she could see the anxiety that flickered in her eyes. To make a public appearance with her fiance... Luca Rossi. The word fiance was even still a foreign concept to her. Luca had someone stop by the hospital and take her to pick this dress out. The lady had introduced herself to her very briskly, barely saying much, only giving a brief smile or a nod or a shake of her head here and there as she made her try out different outfits. She was still in the dark as to where they were going, but Luca had not leave her to pick a dress by herself this time. His hired expert seemed to be very cautiously observing, and criticizing every outfit like the occasion was the wedding itself.The red dress happened to be the one who gained her satisfaction. She had smiled a bit more widely, demanding a twirl and g

As Alva Roger stepped down from her vehicle, chin up, radiating the same elegance and confidence she always did; the cameras immediately turned to her. She was used to this already, the clamoring, the attention, occasionally she would yield to it. She would often be asked trivial questions, like her skincare routine, her last trip, her last vacation, her opinion on the latest fashion. But tonight as the paparazzi rushed for her with hungry eyes and microphones pointing forward like swords, she knew tonight was not about the benefits of a skincare routine or the intricacies of her outfit. "Miss Alva." The first voice called out to her. "Are you aware that your ex-fiancee and your maid are here as a couple?"Her first stab of anxiety struck, deep in her gut. She was aware of the news of their engagement. Was she aware that they would be coming to the gala together? Probably not. She did not allow herself to believe that Luca Rossi would be that daft, to bring something as raggy as h