All Chapters of Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I answered the phone, seeing it was from my dad's number. But the voice I heard wasn't his; it was my mom's.“Hello?” I asked, a bit softly. My mom didn’t reply right away.“I’ll hang up if there’s nothing to talk about,” I said, a bit sternly. That seemed to get her attention, and she finally spoke up.“Luna, it’s urgent! Your dad’s in big trouble,” her voice was filled with fear. I’d heard some bits from Mela, but I wanted the whole story from my mom.“What’s going on, Mom?”“Your dad lost a gambling bet and now owes a million dollars.”“He's got a month to pay it back.”“Or else...”Then, I heard my mom crying. I don’t know why, but my heart didn’t ache for her tears.“Or else, what?”“If he doesn’t pay, they’ll take his organs. Starting with his kidneys.”“Why should I care?” I asked, still upset with my mom.They never really treated me well, just used me like a maid for chores around the house.“Luna, listen! You don’t want your dad to die, right?”“I don’t care about him.”“Lun

Sighing deeply, I stepped out of Faghri's gleaming sports car. We parked right in front of the towering gates, the grand entrance to Rafe's palace.Rafe, my friend known for his cold demeanor, made even these steps feel heavy, as if burdened by dark forebodings in my heart.Rafe was already there, his gaze piercing and icy as he watched us. It felt like the onset of a tense episode."Move aside," he commanded in a tone that allowed no argument.I obediently moved a bit to the side, my heart pounding, reminiscent of the tense moments before a storm."What do you want?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness.Without warning, Rafe quickly approached Faghri, his hand raised for a forceful strike. Incredibly, Faghri caught the blow with stunning agility.His movement was precise and practiced, resembling a dance they had perfected through many rehearsals.Now, they stood face to face, their gazes locked in an intense standoff. "Rafe, Luna isn't only yours," Faghri stated, his v

I'm still not sure what to say in response to what Rafe said about the shocking fact. His clear words showed that Aline's father told Rafe to marry her, which is something I never thought would happen."Are you serious?" I asked for you to confirm. I'll be honest: I'm still nervous about hearing Rafe's answer.Hearing Rafe's nod made me feel a lot of different emotions. I'm not sure if it's anger, jealousy, disappointment, or sadness. These feelings are coming together into one."So, are you going to marry her?" When I asked, Rafe agreed again."Why?""Aline's dad has a lot of power. "He is also friendly with my dad," Rafe said.I know that rich people's friends and family are unpredictable and sometimes don't make sense.Again, there was silence, and I didn't know what else to ask.You should know that I'm only Rafe's contract wife. He set this up to protect me."Are you okay?" I said yes when Rafe asked again.That was all I could do, even though this choice made my heart feel stran

Tonight I wake up in complete silence lying on a luxurious bed that usually promises sweet dreams but not a single second of sleep has arrived.My thoughts wander to my father's words on the other end of the vibrating phone this afternoon in the darkness of the luxurious room.No it's not pity for my father or mother that haunts me; it's fondness for my childhood home which has now been cracked by the earthquake.I attempted to change my sleeping position in search of the comfort that would transport me to dreamland but my efforts were futile. My closed eyes couldn't stop the flood of sadness that washed over me.The house was not only where I spent my childhood but it also served as a silent witness to a collection of unforgettable memories and stories. Although my parents were not perfect parents my memories with my grandmother in that house left a mark of beautiful memories that time could not erase."What should I do?" I asked myself in the middle of the night.The question was re

Rafe appeared to notice and immediately looked up. A motorcade with security guards arrived. "Is this how a President is guarded?" I was thinking to myself. How could I not, the secret service agents seemed to be following? Luxury cars were heavily guarded, as were several heavily armed men. This demonstrated how different my world was from Rafe and Aline's. Their world was one of wealth, whereas mine was one of poverty. It didn't take long for a nice, shiny black car to appear. Rafe went downstairs right away, assisted in opening the car door, and someone got out. The first person I saw was the current president, whose picture I recognized. But what followed took my breath away: it was Aline, the President's daughter, who had nearly killed me several times. I stood back and watched, not daring to ask questions or make comments. I had no idea how to greet such a high-profile visitor. "Rafe, you look handsome," the President remarked as he patted Rafe's chest, who only smiled. Al