Luna“I swear, Rachel, it’s just two days,” I said, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear while folding my clothes into the open suitcase.Behind me, I heard the smooth sound of the zipper. “Better tell her a week,” Hardin’s voice came from behind. “Because I’m not letting you come back home till then.”I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to smile. “Ignore him. He’s being dramatic,” I told Rachel, then lowered my voice a bit. “I’ll pay back all this kindness, promise.”Rachel laughed. “Done, worker. Go and enjoy. We’ll survive without you—for a few days, at least.I knew Rachel won't cut me some slack. She'd definitely attack me with tons of question when I come back. I chuckled. “Barely.”“Just don’t forget to send me pictures. I want to see how the other half lives. You know—benefits of being a wife to a powerful man. The director doesn’t even complain, huh?”I rolled my eyes playfully. “Stop it.”“Luna,” she sang out, “just admit you’re living the dream
Hardin “Congratulations again, boss,” Josh said, raising his glass with a grin. “Best firm in the country. That makes it what—three years in a row now?”I gave a small smile, lifting my cup of coffee. “We worked for it.”There were no cameras, no reporters. Just the people who mattered—my team, my staff. The same group that stuck around through the hard months, late nights, and deals that nearly fell through.We were in the main lounge at the office, casual and relaxed. The mood was light, filled with claps on the back, laughter, and shared pride.I shook a few hands, exchanged some tired smiles, and slowly moved to a quieter corner. I barely sipped the coffee in my hand when one of the board members, Mr. Leon, walked up.“You did good, Hardin,” he said. “Your grandfather would’ve liked to see this day.”I nodded. “He had the vision. I just followed through.”He let out a dry chuckle. “Don’t downplay it. You’re not the same boy who walked in here ten years ago.”I gave him a quick lo
Luna“Your husband’s father is alive.”I gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles paling. That sentence hadn’t stopped echoing in my head since he said it. I had laughed inside at first—because how could he say something so ridiculous? Hardin’s parents died. Lost before he ever got a real chance to know them. That pain had shaped him. That loss had carved itself into his bones.So why would Santos say something like that?Was it a lie? A power play? A sick attempt to get into Hardin’s head through me?But the way he said it… calm, like he knew. Like he wanted me to question everything.And the worst part?I was.What if he didn’t get the full truth from his grandfather? What if someone lied to him to protect him? Or to protect something else?What if Santos Vega isn’t lying?A sharp hiss escaped me as the edge of the knife nicked my finger, dragging me back to reality. I quickly rinsed the cut under water, ignoring the sting. Hardin couldn’t know—not yet. Not until I was sure.But
Luna Two days had passed since the press conference.The buzz hadn’t completely died, but it had dulled into background noise. It doesn't make my chest tighten like it did before. Maybe because I was getting used to it. Or maybe because Hardin had made it his mission to protect me from every angle.He’d pulled strings, made calls, and somehow managed to silence the ugliest headlines before they had the chance to breathe. The ones questioning my intentions, our marriage, my worth. The attacks still came, but they didn’t sting the way they used to. Not when I knew the truth. Not when I had him.I smiled faintly as I pressed my stethoscope to Mrs. Ellory’s chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. She smiled back at me weakly, her pale fingers brushing over mine with quiet gratitude.“You’re glowing,” she whispered, eyes twinkling. “Love looks good on you.”I gave a small laugh, biting my bottom lip. “Is that your diagnosis?”She nodded slowly. “One hundred percent certain.”Jus
HardinThe engine of my private jet faded as we touched down in New York. Luna’s silence only grew louder beside me. Her fingers twisted around each other in her lap, her gaze fixed out the window though I could tell she wasn’t really looking at anything.She was nervous. And I didn’t blame her.I reached over, covering her hands with mine, letting my thumb glide across her knuckles. “You don’t have to do this alone,” I said quietly. “I’ll be right there.”She looked at me then, her lips curved in a tight, almost grateful smile. “I know.”The car was already waiting as we stepped onto the tarmac. I kept a hand on her lower back, guiding her into the vehicle. The moment the door shut behind us, she exhaled deeply like she’d been holding her breath the whole time.I had already told her we’d be heading straight to the hospice. The press conference had been arranged—Rachel had confirmed it. Everything was in place. Except Luna’s peace of mind.As we pulled out of the airport, I watched
LunaI avoided Hardin the entire day.He didn’t come after me when I walked out this morning—and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed by that. Maybe both.I’d spent most of the day on the phone with Rachel, trying to focus on anything but the ache pressing on my chest. She’d been doing her best to calm me down, assuring me the hospice hadn’t received any negative backlash. Yet.But the comments online… they were brutal.“Of course she married a billionaire. Who wouldn’t?”“Another gold-digger with a sob story.”“Bet the hospice was just a cover. She knew what she was doing.”I scrolled until my thumb went numb, and even then, I couldn’t stop.Each lie chipped away at me. Each twisted perception made my skin crawl. How could people who didn’t even know me be so cruel?I was just… hurt. Tired. And scared of what this meant. For the hospice. For us.By late afternoon, I curled up by the window with a blanket, watching the city from behind the glass. My phone buzzed again. Rach
LunaExploring Mexico with Hardin had been a dream. The lights, the music, the colors—everything felt like magic wrapped in warm night air. How Hardin eld my hand through crowded streets, made me laugh over overpriced souvenirs, and whispered things that made my cheeks heat.But something had been off.It started subtly—how his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, the way his jaw would clench when he thought I wasn’t looking. I’d asked him earlier if he was okay. He’d said he was fine.Now, as we stepped back into the villa, the air a little too quiet around us, I tried again.“You sure you’re okay?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and walking up behind him as he loosened his shirt. “You’ve been a little… distant.”He turned to face me, gave a tired smile. “Just exhausted, Luna.”I cocked a brow. “Says the man who made mouth earlier about how I’d be the one exhausted tonight.”A flicker of amusement crossed his features, and he stepped closer. “I can still do that,” he murmured, voice low
HardinI could still taste the rage. Even now, as the soft night air of Mexico rolled in through the open windows of our room and Luna’s filled the space, that moment—that moment—played on loop in my mind.Her body falling against me. The way her eyes rolled back. The panic that clawed up my throat. I wasn’t prepared for that. I’d seen blood. Death. Betrayal. But nothing—nothing—compared to the feeling of watching her collapse in my arms like her soul had slipped away.And when the doctor said poison?I snapped.I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I just moved. I found Ronan before he could make it out of the venue. I didn’t need proof—I knew him. I knew how deep his cruelty ran, and this time, it wasn’t business. It was personal.I beat the hell out of him. His guards tried to pull me off. They failed. I remember his arm snapping under my grip. His leg crumpling beneath one solid kick. Blood smeared his collar and teeth, and all I could see was Luna’s face—unconscious, cold.I would’
LunaMy eyes fluttered open slowly, the light stinging just a little. My vision cleared. The first thing I felt was the warmth of a hand wrapped tightly around mine. Hardin.Seated right beside the bed. He looked like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. His hand gripped mine like he was scared to let go.“Hardin…” I croaked.Relief flooded his face. “Baby… hey,” he whispered, quickly leaning in to brush my forehead with a kiss. “You’re awake.”I winced as a dull throb shot through my head.“Easy,” he said, gently pushing me back. “You’ve been through a lot. Just… take it slow.”I ignored him and forced myself to sit up anyway, groaning softly. “How long have I been out?”He hesitated, looking like he didn’t want to answer. Then said, “Two days.”My jaw dropped. “Two days? Are you kidding me? I’ve been sleeping for two whole days?! What in the hell—?”Hardin’s grip on my hand tightened, calming. “You passed out right before we got to the car,” he began. “I rushed you back to the villa, call