All Chapters of Reborn A Heartless Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Raven“What are you doing here, Raven?” Clark’s words were slurred, his eyes glassy with intoxication, but his focus was unnervingly sharp as they zeroed in on me. He wobbled slightly on his feet, and I instinctively reached out to steady him, feeling the heat of his body even through his clothes.I sighed. This was not how I’d expected my night to go. I had come here to meet Ava Pierce, to start unraveling whatever revenge I had brewing in my mind. Instead, I was now playing caretaker to Clark, who apparently had no sense of moderation when it came to drinking.“And with Ava Pierce, of all people?” Clark added, his voice dripping with suspicion.I blinked, taken aback by the recognition in his voice. “You know Ava?”Ava, who had been standing to the side, flashed Clark a smile. “We were classmates back in high school. It’s been a while, though.”I glanced between them, trying to reconcile this new piece of information. Of course, Clark had a past that I wasn’t privy to, but it was st

RavenI stood at the top of the stairs, ready to head out for lunch with Ava, when I heard Lila call my name from behind me. I turned around, inwardly groaning. I wasn’t in the mood for her. After everything with Emerson and the confrontation this morning, I needed space, not more drama.“What do you want, Lila?” I asked, my voice flat. I wasn’t going to pretend to be friendly, not with her.Lila approached me hesitantly, wringing her hands together as if she was trying to gather the courage to speak. “I just wanted to talk… to apologize if I’ve done anything wrong,” she began, her voice soft.I stared at her, my patience wearing thin. Was she really going to pretend like nothing was wrong? Like she hadn’t been sleeping with my husband behind my back? I could feel the anger simmering just beneath the surface, but I forced myself to stay calm. She didn’t know that I knew, and I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break.“Apologize for what?” I asked, raising an eyebr

RavenI returned home exhausted, my limbs heavy from the long hours spent with Ava. My mind was buzzing with everything we had discussed, the plans we had set into motion, and the secrets she hinted at but didn’t fully reveal. A deep exhaustion sat in my bones, but it wasn’t just physical. The weight of it was more than that—it was emotional, a weariness from the constant double lives I had to live, playing the role of the dutiful wife while secretly plotting the downfall of my husband.As I stepped into the house, I noticed the unusual stillness. It was quiet, too quiet. No sounds of conversation, no clatter of dishes from the kitchen. I figured dinner had already ended, and I’d missed it. Not that I minded. The last thing I wanted was to sit at the table with Emerson, pretending that everything was fine, while Lila hovered nearby, playing the part of the innocent best friend. Just the thought of it twisted my stomach.I slipped out of my shoes and made my way to the kitchen, hoping

LilaThe rest of the day was nothing short of miserable. I couldn’t stop thinking about Raven’s cold dismissal during lunch, the way she barely looked at me before walking out. Something about her attitude had shifted drastically, and it left me feeling uneasy. But I wasn’t going to let her keep throwing me off balance.I needed a way to calm myself, to take control again. And I knew exactly how to do that.Emerson.He was my anchor, my source of pleasure and comfort. Whenever things felt like they were spiraling, he was there to ground me. And tonight, I needed him more than ever. If I could just feel his arms around me, remind him of what we had, I’d be able to shove this growing anxiety out of my mind. With Raven acting like she didn’t care about him, I had to be the one to soothe his frustrations.I spent a few minutes freshening up in the bathroom, smoothing my hair and reapplying some lipstick. By the time I was finished, I felt a new surge of determination. Emerson was mine, an

LilaThe plane engines hummed steadily as we took off, lifting into the sky, and I glanced over at Emerson. He sat beside me, eyes closed, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, exuding his usual calm but distant demeanor. I’d spent the past few days meticulously preparing for this trip, knowing this was my chance to execute my plan, and here I was, sitting next to him, the moment finally arriving.“Excited for the trip?” I asked, keeping my tone light and conversational.He opened one eye and looked at me for a moment before responding. “It’s work, Lila. I wouldn’t exactly call that exciting.”I smiled, leaning back in my seat. “Well, it’s an important deal for the company. I’m sure we’ll make a good team.”He gave a noncommittal grunt and turned his attention to the file in front of him, signaling the end of the conversation. Typical Emerson—cold, detached, always focused on business. I’d expected this, of course. It was why I had to play this trip so carefully. If I pushed too ha