All Chapters of Reborn A Heartless Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RavenI stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.I fastened the delicate gold necklace around my neck, its cool weight a reminder of the role I was playing. I needed to play this smart—act the part of the high-profile wife while moving silently, unnoticed, as I dismantled the foundation Emerson had built.There was a knock at the door, and I turned to see Emerson standing in the doorway, coffee in hand. He gave me a soft smile, the kind of smile that once would have melted me, but

RavenThe tension was suffocating from the moment the car pulled into the driveway. Clark had driven me home in silence, his face betraying nothing, while I was lost in my own storm of thoughts. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I saw Emerson and Lila arriving at the same time. Great. I barely had time to prepare myself for another exhausting interaction with Emerson.I barely made it two steps toward the door when Emerson rushed to me, grabbing my arm more forcefully than I would’ve liked. His eyes were pleading, yet there was a desperation beneath them that I couldn’t quite place.“Raven,” he said, his voice low and strained, “we need to talk. Privately. We barely had time to speak at the office, and—”I yanked my arm from his grasp, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk, Emerson.”Before I could walk away, Clark stepped in between us. His broad frame blocked Emerson from reaching me again, and his voice was calm yet firm. “If she doesn’t want to talk to you, Emerson, then you sh

RavenThe next morning felt like a dull blur. The early rays of sunlight barely managed to seep through the thick curtains in my room, casting a soft glow across the floor. It was supposed to be a new day, a fresh start. But everything felt bland, muted, like the vibrant colors of life had drained away, leaving only shades of grey.Clark had left for work without a word. No lingering gazes, no witty remarks, no attempts to provoke me like he usually did. He had simply walked out of the house, leaving an unsettling emptiness in his wake. Strangely, it hurt. The silence, his absence… it shouldn’t have, but it did. At the same time, it made me feel better—relieved, even. Perhaps this was what I needed—a little distance from him, from the tangled mess of emotions he stirred within me.As I got ready, I tried to shake off the unease clinging to me. I couldn’t afford to dwell on Clark, not when my mind needed to stay sharp, focused on the real goal. Emerson. Lila. My revenge.Downstairs, I

ClarkI packed my files into my briefcase, my mind still replaying the earlier events of the day. The lingering feeling of Raven’s slap, the tension between us, and the way I couldn’t shake her from my thoughts weighed heavily on me. I needed to focus, needed to remember why I had come back in the first place. But it was hard, especially when every time I closed my eyes, her image flickered back into my mind.The door creaked open behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Marcus Greer. The man’s presence was like a shadow that never left, always hovering in the background, always watching.“Clark,” he greeted in that calm, measured voice of his. The kind of voice that made people listen, made them respect him. But not me. I didn’t respect Marcus Greer, not one bit.I turned to face him, forcing a neutral expression. “Marcus. Something on your mind?”Marcus closed the door behind him, his gaze sharp as he walked further into the room. He w

ClarkThat night, no matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come. My mind raced with too many thoughts, none of them helpful. It was well past midnight, and I could hear the faint sound of the house settling, everyone else probably asleep. But I wasn’t. I tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, hoping for a reprieve that never came.With a heavy sigh, I threw back the covers and got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering with a shirt, and quietly made my way downstairs. I needed a distraction, something to calm the storm in my head. A glass of water would do.As I stepped into the dark kitchen, I flicked on the light, the sudden brightness making me squint. But what really startled me was the figure standing by the fridge.“Raven?” I asked, not expecting anyone else to be awake.She turned to face me, eyes wide for a brief second before a small smile curled her lips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”I blinked, a little thrown off by the way she said it, almos