All Chapters of Hidden Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next day and for the next few months, Ikaros Alexandrovich often came to our apartment. He had some complicated business with Jay, and it seemed they were struggling with a big project. While he was in the apartment, he didn't speak to me. Sometimes I felt his gaze towards me was insulting. I felt that he secretly mocked my style of dressing, it made my heart ache and upset at the same time.Oh my, I should've just acted casual. It was just a hook-up. Every university student has done it at least once! But still, my heart felt hurt. I can't explain it to you, but since that day, I couldn't forget that man. And since he touched me, my body always craves him again and again. Sometimes I go to sleep, close my eyes, and his face is the one that appears in my mind. As a result, I started hating myself. Damn.And after two months of heartache, I decided that I needed some peace. So I went to the bar and came home late at night. In a heavily drunken state, I leaned against the hallway wa

This... is a joke, right? There's no way I'm pregnant. And from the shocked look on Ikaros' face, I knew he was thinking the same thing as me.As soon as the doctor left, he grabbed both of my arms and glared at me angrily."With whom have you been sleeping for the past two months, Azalea?" he asked, enraged. "Who is the father of this child!?"His grip on my arms was painful. "Back off," I growled. Hurt. How dare he ask me such a thing!? Did he think I was some cheap slut? "That's none of your business at all."Damn it. I'm pregnant, and last night I drank alcohol? I've hurt a creature that hasn't even taken shape yet."Who is the father of that child, Azalea?"God knows the child in my womb is Ikaros' child. But I won't admit it. Let that man with his snobbish fiancée! Let me take care of myself!I tried to get off the stretcher, but he held onto my arm. "You won't be going anywhere until you answer my question," he growled. "Who else have you been sleeping with besides me!?"And th

"Pheromones don't lie, want to sleep with me again, Azalea?" My heart raced as the man closed the distance between our faces, leaving me only able to see his hazelnut eyes, sharp yet beautiful, while his lips were less than a centimeter away from mine. Closer and closer. I closed my eyes nervously, as if his gaze was dangerous. Then... Nothing happened... "You can open your eyes now," said Ikaros, followed by a mocking laugh. Damn bastard. I opened my eyes, squinting in annoyance, then pushed him away. "You jerk," I muttered. Ikaros chuckled, with a laugh that was sweet, sensual, but so annoying—like the laughter of a demon from the deepest pit of hell—and said, "You wished I kissed you." "No way. You're dreaming," I said. Ikaros grinned sweetly. "Okay... Besides, who would want to do that thing in the morning, right?" he asked me rhetorically. He moved away from me with a swift motion, then walked to my wide-open bedroom window. "It's so nice chatting with you, but

"No! Of course I'm not pregnant, Rose," I exclaimed, panicked. In the reflection of the gleaming counter-height table, my flushed face looked back at me. Okay, damn it, who was I even trying to fool? Rose sighed in frustration. "And what about your education? Will you still continue your studies after getting married?" she asked me again. "Of course," I replied. "Marriage won't make me stop studying, right?" "It won't matter if you and Ikaros don't have plans to have a baby in the first few years," Jay said. But we were going to have a baby, and that thought momentarily panicked me. "What makes me confuse is," Rose said again, and this time her face truly looked furious, "why are you getting married if you don't plan on having a baby? You could just date!" And at that moment, when my sister and Jay were both glaring at me accusingly, I felt my chest tighten along with the urge to move away from both of them. "I..." I started, hesitating. "I—" "Azalea is pregnant, that's

The Wedding day arrived. The event was held at a small church on the edge of Manhattan, and it was attended by a multitude of people.As I peeked through a small gap in the door, I cursed Ikaros under my breath."Are you ready, dear?" my father asked, and I almost jumped out of my skin in surprise. "I—I—didn't know."I bit my lip. I thought this would be easy, but it turned out not to be.Soon, witnessed by my parents, my sister, and Jay, as well as a hundred unfamiliar faces who were Ikaros' close friends (how did he have so many close friends!?)—I became Mrs. Alexandrovich. We were bound to each other, I was his, and he was mine. It was both thrilling and terrifying."Ikaros never said there would be this many witnesses," I whispered to my father, and he raised an eyebrow for a moment. My father was a quiet, stoic man with small round glasses who worked hard at the store every day. He didn't understand music or sentimental things, but one day he bought me a kalimba—a thumb piano tha