Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna He Can't Forget: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Donovan's eyes widened in disbelief as he detected the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from Darlyn. She is unconscious. His mind raced to comprehend the implications of this unforeseen revelation. The scent, unmistakably delicate and alluring, held a secret he could no longer ignore. Darlyn is pregnant!His thoughts whirled in a tempest of confusion. How could this be? Darlyn, pregnant? A torrent of possibilities flooded his mind, each one carrying its own weight of uncertainty and consequences. Who could be the father? Was it someone from her past, or did their hidden relationship hold a secret deeper than he had ever imagined?Donovan's voice trembled with a mix of shock and contemplation as he whispered to himself, "Pregnant... Darlyn, you carry a life within you, who is the fucking father?”His mind veered between conflicting emotions, torn between curiosity, concern, and the uneasy understanding that their clandestine connection now held a newfound significance. The path before

DANTE Darlyn's words hung in the air, and a surge of anger coursed through my veins. How dare she accused me that I’m the father of her child? She’s tainted my image, and she’s also purposely hurting Lyza! The audacity of her manipulations and lies was astounding. I took a deep breath, struggling to maintain composure in the face of her calculated theatrics. "Darlyn," I spoke through clenched teeth, my voice filled with controlled anger, "you know very well that I am not the father of your child! You are twisting the truth to serve your own agenda!” Darlyn's eyes widened with feigned innocence, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, really? Then why did you enjoy my body if you weren't planning on taking responsibility?" Her words sound crazy, but I refused to let her false accusations sway me. I leaned closer, my voice low and firm. "I never touched you, Darlyn! You know that this is just a lie! This is just another one of your sick games. Trying to tear us apart with lies and manipu

LYZAAfter Darlyn stormed out of the restaurant, leaving behind a trail of tension, I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. The room seemed to spin, and tears welled up in my eyes, betraying the pain that surged through my heart. I struggled to hold back the sobs that threatened to escape.Dante tried reached out to me, his voice filled with concern and remorse. "Lyza, please listen to me," he pleaded, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within. "Darlyn's words were nothing but lies. I swear to you, I would never betray you like that."But my heart was shattered, and the pain ran deep. "How can I trust anything anymore?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "I thought we had something real, Dante. I thought you were different."Dante's expression softened, and he took my trembling hands in his. "Lyza, I understand your pain, but you have to believe me. Darlyn is trying to tear us apart. I can feel deep inside me you are my mate… and I will do everything in my power to prove it to yo

Darlyn's anger surged through her veins, fueling her wrath as she hurled objects across her condo unit. Vases shattered against the walls, sending shards of glass scattering in every direction. The room became a chaotic display of her seething emotions."How dare he? How dare he deny our connection?" she seethed, her voice laced with venom. "I won't let him humiliate me like this. He'll regret ever crossing me!”Her words echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls as she paced back and forth, her mind consumed with thoughts of revenge. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her anger."He thinks he can make a fool out of me? Well, I'll show him. I'll show them all! Dante will be mine! By hook or by crook!" she muttered, her voice filled with determination.Darlyn's reflection in the shattered fragments of a mirror revealed a woman on the edge, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desperation. She saw herself as a victim, wronged by a man she b

LYZA The next day. I paced back and forth in my hotel suite, desperately trying to find clarity amidst the chaos of my emotions. The decision I faced weighed heavily on my shoulders, threatening to consume my thoughts. Should I continue the Moon Goddess's mission and seek justice for Anna White, or should I distance myself from Dante and the entangled web of emotions that surrounded us? As I mulled over the possibilities, a knock on the door shattered my contemplation. Startled, I glanced towards the entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Who could it be at this hour? Taking a deep breath, I cautiously approached the door, my hand trembling slightly as I reached for the handle. Thoughts raced through my mind, contemplating whether I should answer or pretend I wasn't there. I wasn't ready to face any more complications, any more twists in this already convoluted journey. Yet, a part of me yearned for an interruption, a distraction from the overwhelmin