Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Rejected Billionaire Luna Wife: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Mercy’s eyes locked onto Logan’s. “What…what happened?” she asked. She tried to sit up but she felt dizzy. Logan watched as her paw changed back to a hand and the fur on her arms and legs retreated back into her body. The yellow in her eyes was washed over with the lovely chocolate brown color of her human form. “Well, long story short, you pretty much died,” Logan said, smiling down at her. “The boat,” Mercy sighed, as the memory came back to her. “I was so stupid. I stood up to get my phone and then, I guess I lost my balance. I fell in.” “If you’re going to be out on the lake, you should probably take some swimming lessons,” Logan chuckled. “We don't have much water where I’m from. I’m enamored with it. The lake. That’s why I took the boat out. But yes, you’re right. That was stupid of me.” “Why didn’t you take your wolf form? When you were in lake?” Logan asked. “My wolf, she’s a bit…how do I say this…disobedient? I

Oiliva was silent as Alfred led her outside. Her gripped her hand firmly, his face resolute. Olivia could sense that his demeanor was serious. She was curious to see what he was up to. They walked past the lake, past the stage, and into the forest. The sky was clear and the crescent moon shone brightly, exposing its sliver form in the dark sky above. They stopped at the forest’s tree line and Olivia gasped. There were small lights lining a path into the forest. The lights looked like little candles, spaced out on the other side of the path. Olivia turned to Alfred, her face quizzical. “Solar lights,” he shrugged. “Pretty cool, right?” She nodded. “Come,” he said gently, “This way.” He tugged at her hand and they walked along the lit path. Crickets sang all around them. The only other sound was their feet padding along the forest’s path. Then they turned a corner and Olivia gasped again. “Alfred,” she said, her eyes transfixed on

Amelia and Jonathan drove along the tree-lined road. The windows were down and the fresh air whipped through the car. Amelia smiled. They’d had a lovely time so far on this road trip, spending the night in a quaint bed and breakfast overlooking a large river. They’d slept in separate rooms, of course, but they’d shared a decadent dinner of prime rib and assorted sides. Then they’d sat outside on the small porch, sipping champagne side by side, under a blanket, and played cards until it was too cold to sit outside anymore. This morning they nibbled on croissants and enjoyed an espresso before they hit the road again. They could have done the trip in one day, but breaking it up like that had made it feel more like a vacation, and neither complained about the extra time together. “Almost there,” Jonathan said, as the scenery became vaguely familiar to Amelia. She had the sense that she’d been here before, which made no sense, since she’d never visited Jonathan’s hom

Jonathan and Amelia walked into the grand dining room at precisely 7:00. This wasn’t the same place they’d had lunch. This dining room was expansive, with an enormous dining table at the centre of the room. It could easily seat thirty guests, but only one third of the table was actually set. They walked across the large room and Amelia noticed a grand chandelier overhead. It sparkled with hundreds of crystals. The table was lavishly decorated, with bouquets of cascading flowers and silk napkins. Crystal champagne glasses sparkled like the chandelier overhead. The butler had brought Amelia’s suitcases up to her room. It was a lovely guest room, with fresh flowers and sheets of the highest thread count. She’d had a nice hot shower and then applied her make-up excitedly. She was looking forward to dinner, even if Logan was going to be there. He could go to hell. It was Sephora that Amelia was interested in. She owned and ran a very successful business. Amelia had en

“I’m so sorry, Amelia. I never should have brought you here.” Jonathan shook his head as he led Amelia down a long hallway.Stupid stupid stupid! They stopped in front of his bedroom door. That dinner couldn’t have gone any worse. Although, at least he’d told his mom that he was breaking off his engagement to Mercy.But still!Poor Amelia! She’d been forced to sit through his mother’s onslaught of passive aggressive insults.“Where are we going?” Amelia asked.“To MY room,” Jonathan said.There was no way Jonathan was letting the maid escort Amelia back to the guest room, even though Sephora had told the maid to. Dinner had been extremely stressful and Jonathan could tell Amelia was uneasy. Plus there was Logan. Who knew what he would try? He couldn’t be trusted as far as Jonathan could throw a stick. Jonathan opened the bedroom door. Amelia glanced around the room. She had to admit, she was a little shocked. The room was really small, with just a simple bed, a night stan