All Chapters of Mommy, Which one is Daddy? The Luna's Comeback with Secrets: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Carina’s POVI didn’t even know how I dozed off. The last thing I remembered was Antonio and Rodrigo making sure I could walk as they guided me through the woods. Now, as I opened my eyes, I realized I was in my car. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence, and I was lying on the backseat. My body felt weak and heavy, the events of the night catching up with me.Blinking a few times, I glanced around. Antonio was driving, his jaw clenched in concentration, while Miguel sat in the passenger seat, his posture relaxed but his eyes scanning our surroundings. As I raised my head to look through the rear window, I saw Rodrigo driving another car behind us, keeping close.“She’s awake,” Miguel announced, turning his head to look at me. His tone was light, but his eyes held concern. “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty. How are you feeling?”“Weak,” I admitted, my voice raspy. “But better than before.”“That’s a good start,” he said with a small smile. Reaching into the glove compartment, he pul

Carina’s POVI think I was getting drunk. I was trying my best to forget my sorrows and just drink to the point of oblivion. But guess what? It wasn’t working. The more the liquor burned its way down my throat, the sharper my thoughts became. My heart weighed heavily, my chest tight with the ache I had been carrying for weeks. I felt dizzy, but I kept my cool, trying to stay sane amidst the swirl of emotions and alcohol.And that’s when I noticed the cut on Rodrigo’s arm.“You’re cut, Rodrigo,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected.Rodrigo froze, glancing down at his arm. His dark shirt had a tear near the sleeve, and beneath it, a shallow but nasty-looking gash ran across his forearm.“It’s nothing,” he said dismissively, reaching for his drink as if that would end the conversation.“Nothing?” I echoed, setting my glass down a little too forcefully. “You’re bleeding. That’s not nothing.”Antonio’s voice came from across the room, calm but firm. “It’s taken care of, Carina. Don’t

Carina’s POVWe pulled up to the mansion, the gates opening with a soft creak. My mum and stepdad stood outside, their worried faces a stark contrast to the confident smirk on Rodrigo's face."Why are they like this?" Rodrigo asked, his eyes scanning the pair standing outside. "Do they think we couldn't really handle ourselves?"Miguel chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Yeah, they probably think we're still in school, right?"I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, Miguel. This isn't funny."Antonio grinned. "Come on, Carina. Lighten up. Your mum just wants to make sure you're okay."I shot him a glare. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who got attacked on the way out of town."My mum rushed over to me, her eyes scanning my face. "Carina, darling, are you okay? We were so worried sick when we heard—"I cut her off, a snarl rising to my lips. "Oh, spare me the theatrics, Mum. I'm fine. Just peachy."Rodrigo and his brothers exchanged a look, their faces still smirking. "Yeah, Mum,

Carina’s POVAs I took a deep breath, still feeling the weight of the earlier conversation, my mum’s voice broke the tension in the room. “Carina, sweetheart, can we talk about why you’re hesitating? I really just want to meet Liam and Leo. It’s been too long.”I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, glancing at my stepbrothers. “Mum, it’s complicated.”“Complicated how?” she pressed, her eyes searching mine. “I didn’t think I needed to explain myself again. I thought we could move past the past.”“Move past it?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “You don’t get it, do you? You say that like it’s just a simple matter. You weren’t there when I needed you, Mum!”“I was trying to protect you!” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Do you honestly believe I wanted to push you away?”“Protect me? You didn’t even listen to what I had to say back then! I felt like a ghost in my own home!” I said, my heart racing. “How can I trust you with my kids when you shut me out for so long?”

Carina’s POVI entered my room and sat down on the bed, my hands shaking as I attempted to gather my thoughts. I was trying to get organized. In all honesty, I had no idea why all of this was taking place. My life had been great, or at least as near to perfect as I could make it, until just a few days ago. I had a secure career, a small family of my own whom I really adored, and I was at peace. And what about now? It was all because I had come to attend my mother's party that everything began to spin out of control.My chest tightened as I stared at the wardrobe that was hanging on the wall, and memories began to come back to me. That closet was more than simply a piece of furniture. It was a representation of the grief and loneliness that I had been harbouring for many years. I could still hear Mum’s voice, icy and piercing, as she shut me inside for hours. She had termed it punishment. I had termed it torture. “Funny how life works,” I mumbled sadly. “One day, you’re a scared littl