All Chapters of THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vanya's povThe morning sun barely filtered through the window blinds when my phone buzzed, pulling me from the restless sleep I had managed to catch after the previous day's drama with Cian. The events of the past twenty four hours replayed in my mind like a bad song—Cian’s intrusion, his menacing presence, the humiliating public fallout. And now, as I reached for my phone, I dreaded what new torment awaited me.But then, I didn't have to wait long to find out.A text message from an unknown number flashed on the screen, the words sharp and taunting. *“Hello again Vanya, how do you like the free publicity?”*My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice in my head that matched those words. Those same words were on the phone yesterday in the office when Tara broke the news of what now seems to be a scandal to everyone of which Tara adviced I drop the call and try and focus on the day's tasks. Cian, of course it was him. Who else would revel in my distress with such malicious pleas

Vanya's POVI breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in the chair as I watched the morning sun peek through the curtains. The past few days had been nothing short of a whirlwind, from press hounding me at every turn, to whispers and rumors swirling around me like a storm I couldn't escape. But with Cian's public retraction, the worst seemed to be over. For the first time in days, I felt a silver of peace.Still Josephine's cryptic texts lingered in the back of my mind like a dark shadow.*”This isn't over, darling - J”* The words were meant to unsettled me, and for a moment there, it kinda did, but I'd faced far worse. I was determined not to let neither Cian nor Josephine get under my skin. After all, I had a business to run, children to care for and a life to rebuild. The texts were just another distraction and I couldn't afford any more of those.My days quickly filled itself with back to back events, consultations with high profile clients and meetings with my ever expanding team

Cian's PovMy eyes narrowed as I watched the CCTV feed. The moment Vanya entered the venue, my mood darkened. She looked breathtaking in that blood red gown, her posture regal and her confidence palpable. The sight of other men flocking around her like moths to a flame made my blood boil. She was mine and seeing anyone else bask in her presence was an insult I couldn't stomach.“Do you want me to handle them?” David's voice interrupted my seething thoughtsI didn't answer immediately. I wanted nothing more than to storm in, rip those leeches away from her and remind them who she belonged to. But that wasn't an option. Not yet, not without revealing his hand prematurely. I clenched my fists, knuckles turning white. “No” I bit out, my voice tight with restrained fury “Not yet”David nodded, though I could sense his reluctance. I didn't care. David was good following orders, even when they didn't sit well with him. But even my loyal head of security couldn't miss the storm brewing with

Vanya's POVMy head thudded like a bass drum, the pounding, relentless and unforgiving. As I slowly regained consciousness, the world around me swam into focus, harsh white lights above my head distorted my visuals and the antiseptic scent of a hospital assaulted my senses. For a moment, everything was blur, the edges of fraying as I tried to anchor myself to the present. My body felt heavy, my mind clouded, as if I had been underwater for too long and had finally surfaced, gasping for air“Vanya, thank God you're awake!” Marco's voice broke through the haze I was in, his tone tinged with a mix of relief and anxiety I turned my head slowly as if to avoid it falling off, my eyes locking onto Marco's worried face. He was seated next to my bed, his expression a cocktail of concern and exhaustion.“What… what happened?” My voice was raspy, barely more than a whisper.“You passed out” Marco explained, leaning forward in his chair, his hands gripping the edge of the bed. “You've been under

Vanya's POV My head throbbed, a dull ache that pounded against my temples as the door to the hospital room creaked open a little then closed again. The scent that still wafted in was unmistakable—Cian. My pulse quickened as he turned back again to face me, but I remained outwardly calm, narrowing my eyes back to the man who had now refused to leave my room. Cian stood here, tall and imposing. He now wore an expression of barely contained anger, the kind I knew all too well. “It seems you're still less than pleased to see me” he remarked, his voice cold, yet with an underlying tension that made my fists clenched under the sheets. “That's an understatement” I snapped, barely able to restrain myself from launching into a full-blown tirade. I didn't have the energy to pretend around him anymore. “What the hell do you want again Cian?” “There's something I think you should know and this is just so you know I'm not joking” he said with a mischievous smile, my insides twisting at