All Chapters of THE STAINED LUNA: An Affair With My Mate's Father: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

She hesitated, the glass still in her hand. The comforting gesture had taken a very unsettling turn, and now she found herself grappling with a surge of mistrust. What was in the milk? And why would Laura, who had seemed so kind and attentive, give her something that smelled strange?Penelope’s grip tightened on the glass as she tried to decide what to do next.She glanced at the TV, the flickering images and writings barely registering in her mind as her thoughts raced. She could still feel Laura presence in the kitchen. The realization hit her like a cold wave—there was poison in the milk, Wolfsbane. This one was nearly scentless and would burn her insides in minutes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure.She couldn't confront the maid directly. If the girl had managed to muster the courage to give a fully awake and sober half human that could perceive just anything a poisoned drink, who knew what else she was capable of?Her mind spun with quest

Jefferson stood there for a moment, watching the mysterious woman disappear into the distance. The weight of what she just said began to sink in, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He glanced around nervously, suddenly feeling exposed in the street. The gravity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Did she know who his benefactor is?Of course she would know, else she wouldn't have threatened him with it.He hurried the remaining distance to his apartment and basically ran into building, the echo of his footsteps bouncing off the grimy walls of the narrow hallway. Reaching his door, he fumbled with the keys, finally managing to unlock it and slip inside. He leaned against the door, trying to steady his breathing. Jefferson’s apartment was a cluttered mess, reflecting the chaos of his life. He dumped the paper bag of alcohol on the small kitchen table and paced the room, the woman's words replaying in his mind. His benefactor withdrawing support meant he would be on

Anastasia found herself lingering in the baby store longer than she had anticipated or intended. Each item she picked up seemed to spark a new wave of excitement for Cecil and her impending motherhood. She chose a variety of adorable unisex baby clothes in soft pastels and vibrant prints in, an assortment of plush toys, and a beautifully crafted wooden mobile adorned with tiny animals. She also selected a high-quality baby carrier, a set of organic skincare products for newborns, and a few essential items like diapers, wipes, and bottles.As her cart filled up, she realized she might have gone a bit overboard. By the time she reached the checkout counter, it was clear she would need help getting everything to the car. The cashier, noticing the impressive haul, called for assistance. A young store employee arrived with a cart to help transport the purchases.Outside, the driver opened the trunk, and they carefully loaded the bags. The trunk quickly filled to capacity, and some items ha

She tiptoed toward Laura's room, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hand hesitated on the doorknob for a moment. Was she really going to do this? The thought of invading someone's privacy made her uncomfortable, but that wasn't something she should be thinking about at that moment. She clearly would be out of her mind if she dwelled on it.Gently, she turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was modestly furnished, with a neatly made bed, a small dresser, and a nightstand. Everything seemed ordinary, but she knew better than to take things at face value. She carefully opened the dresser drawers, rifling through the neatly folded clothes. There was nothing out of the ordinary—just the typical belongings of a young woman: brushes, hair gel, hairbands, combs, lotions, stuff like that.Next, she checked the nightstand. There were a few personal items: a small bottle of perfume, another hairbrush, and a couple of books. She opened the drawer and found a notebook. Flipping throu

Penelope took the hairbrush, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scrutinized Laura’s face. “Uh... thank you, Laura,” she said slowly. “It's...understandable. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”Laura nodded, sporting a respectful smile. “Of course, Miss Penelope. It won’t happen again.”As Laura turned to leave, Penelope’s mind raced. The hairbrush had been in Laura’s room. It was possible she had mistaken it for her own, but something about the situation didn’t sit right with her. She glanced down at the hairbrush, turning it over in her hands. It was unmistakably hers, a gift from a friend, and she knew Laura’s claim of having a similar one could be true, but it felt too convenient.Her's has been in her room all the while, how the fuck did the maid see it and even had the chance to mistake it for her's.Penelope placed the hairbrush on the coffee table and leaned back, watching as Laura continued her journey to the kitchen. The maid’s calmness, her efficiency, even her politene