All Chapters of THE STAINED LUNA: An Affair With My Mate's Father: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Penelope found herself in the living room of home, everything seemingly normal. The soft light from the lamps cast a warm glow, making the space feel safe and familiar. From the kitchen, she could hear the faint murmur of her mother's voice, accompanied by the sounds of cooking. It was the kind of ordinary scene that should have been comforting.As she walked toward the kitchen, she felt a strange unease. She entered the kitchen and saw her mother by the stove, stirring a pot and humming softly. Penelope smiled, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling."Dinner will be ready soon, dear. Why don’t you set the table?" her mother said warmly.She nodded and moved to the cupboard to get the plates. But as she reached for them, the door to the kitchen slammed open. She jumped, dropping a plate that shattered on the floor. Turning, she saw a figure standing in the doorway, wearing a mask with a bold “X” on the front. Her heart pounded in her chest.That letter? Where had she seen it befor

The beach was alive with activity. Families played in the surf, children built sandcastles, and groups of friends laughed as they tossed frisbees back and forth. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over everything, while the sound of waves crashing creating a soothing, and pleasing alive sound.Under a large, colorful beach umbrella, an older woman and a little girl sat together, enjoying their day. They looked strikingly similar—perhaps grandmother and granddaughter—with the same bright eyes and easy smiles. The woman hummed a holiday song, her voice blending perfectly with the laughter and chatter around them, while the girl stuffed her face with snacks, giggling at the crumbs falling on her lap.Nearby, a fitted black haired man that looked thirty years old in swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt appeared to be just another beachgoer enjoying the sun. He lounged on a towel, sunglasses on, a book in his hand. But every few minutes, he would lower the book slightly, revealing a camera

They drove until they arrived at the front of a trailer home. The woman parked the car and turned to her children. "Quédense en el coche," she instructed firmly. "No salgan hasta que yo vuelva."_Stay in the car, don't come out until I get back._She hurriedly got out of the car and made her way to the trailer , her heart pounding with urgency. She knocked on the door, glancing nervously over her shoulder. The door opened to reveal a potbellied man whose shirt could barely cover his stomach. He held a ginger cat in one arm and a cigarette in the other.She grimaced at his disheveled appearance but shook her head, reminding herself that she was in a hurry. "Necesito los pasaportes," she demanded, her voice tense._I need the passports_The man looked at her suspiciously. "¿Por qué?" he asked, his eyes narrowing._why?_"Es una emergencia," she replied harshly. "Los necesito. Son míos de todos modos."_It's an emergency. I need you. They're mine anyway._He shook his head, still holding

FEW MONTHS AGOA few months ago, a familiar feminine figure in a vibrant yellow sweatshirt and a black tennis skirt drove into the misty woods. She followed a narrow, winding road that seemed to go on forever, each turn seemed to take her deeper into the forest, and she was grunted in frustration. Finally, she arrived at her destination and parked in front of a secluded bamboo house. The car’s engine cut off, leaving an eerie silence that matched the dense fog surrounding the place.She climbed out of the car and took a deep breath, glancing around to ensure she was alone. Pulling out her phone, she studied two pictures. The first was of a bamboo house that looked almost identical to the one before her. The second was of an older woman, probably in her late fifties, with brown eyes and a weary expression. The resemblance between the house in the photo and the one she was standing in front of was uncanny. Satisfied that she was in the right place, she nodded to herself.Opening the car

The next night, the warehouse was filled with the echoing sounds of footsteps and murmurs. The woman, still tied to the chair, had spent the day in a haze of pain and exhaustion. Her body was covered in bruises and cuts, and the pain she felt was clearly nothing to write home about, she was just a human who has not healing abilities of some sort. She barely had the strength to even keep her eyes open.As darkness fell, the men returned again, their faces looking more determined as if they already made up their minds ito kill her I'd didn't confess. The leader approached her first, his eyes looking very cold, the cut that ran from his lips to jaw did help ease matter."Are you ready to talk now?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.She met his gaze, her voice hoarse but defiant. "Don't you all get tired. For fuck's sake I'm not saying shit, you should take it or leave it"He sighed, shaking his head. "You know, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, again."He nodded to one of the