All Chapters of Luna's Perfect Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

No one knew how long the family room at Teryndale House had been enveloped in silence. Charles, Brianna, Delila and Freya remained quiet for a considerable amount of time. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, perhaps sensing that any conversation at that moment would only lead to worry. So perhaps silence was the best choice.A moment later, Delila exchanged a glance with Freya. They decided to leave.Delila stood up from the sofa first. She straightened the folds of the coat draped over her arm with stiff movements. Then she approached Brianna and Charles in turn. She embraced both her parents, trying to comfort them. After that, she left.Freya followed a few seconds later. She took a deep breath as if the air in the family room were too heavy for them to carry with them.Meanwhile, Charles and Brianna remained inside. They continued to speak in low voices—too quiet for an ordinary conversation, yet too controlled for an argument. Delila k

Wade escorted Estelle to the door of the study. However, Estelle's steps halted briefly at that moment. He realised that there was still something weighing on her mind.Estelle turned around. “Wade,” she called softly. “There's one more thing I haven't told you.”Wade looked at her. “Tell me.”“I want you to be careful,” Estelle said. Worry was evident in her voice. “We don’t know who might be Lennon’s accomplices.”Wade nodded. “I understand. You don’t need to worry.”However, a different unease slipped into Estelle’s gaze. She fell silent for a moment, then looked out of the large window at the end of the corridor towards the garden, which appeared calm—a calmness that felt false after everything they had discussed.“At the hospital,” Estelle continued softly. Her gaze drifted, as if crossing the boundary between reality and me

Kiara had never liked Noctilux Palace. To her, the building was too vast and silent, and she always felt as though she was entering a place that did not belong to her. Unfortunately, she was still plagued by her unease, so she instructed the driver to take her there that morning.Kiara’s hands were clasped together in her lap. Her gaze passed through the car window, but she did not truly see anything. Throughout the journey, Lennon’s face at his wedding to Estelle kept surfacing in her mind.In Kiara’s memory, Lennon had looked strikingly handsome and full of authority that day. Moonlight bathed him as if blessing him with happiness. But now, in light of the scandal surrounding Estelle and Wade’s affair, Kiara questioned Lennon’s composure.Kiara was restless. She let out a long breath when the car finally stopped. Steeling herself, she stepped out. Her steps were hesitant, but she approached the guards on duty nonetheless. She stated her purpose, and, by sheer coincidence, Alaric hap

Delila left Wade’s office, her steps heavy and slow compared to when she had arrived earlier. As the lift doors slowly closed in front of her, her reflection was visible on the gleaming metal walls. Her expression looked calm—too calm—even though her mind was in turmoil.Throughout the ride home, Delila remained mostly silent. She spoke only once, shortly after getting into the car, when her driver asked her where to go next.The city flashed past beyond the car window. Streetlights stretched into long lines, blurred by a light drizzle. Occasionally, the driver glanced in the rear-view mirror to check that Delila was all right.Delila remained still. Her thoughts were fixed on Wade: his controlled tone, his intense gaze and the way he chose his words, as if every sentence had to be filtered before being spoken.Delila felt uneasy. Her inner voice said. He is hiding something.This possibility felt all too certain. Yet what made Delila’s chest tighten was the fact that Wade had never b

Morning arrived, bringing with it a gentle light that drove away the darkness that had reigned for a few hours. The brightness slipped through the sheer curtains and fell onto the marble floor like water seeping quietly in. The house felt calm—but too calm. It was as if it were trying to deceive its occupants into believing that the outside world was perfectly fine.Delila stood in front of the study window. She held a cup of tea in her hand that she had yet to sip. The steam had almost disappeared, much like the warmth in her chest that was slowly fading.From the upper floor, she could see the neatly arranged backyard garden and the trees swaying gently in the morning breeze. Everything looked peaceful, but her mind was not.Ever since the news about Wade had emerged, Delila’s days had been filled with feelings that were all too familiar to her: restlessness, anxiety and, worst of all, helplessness. Time seemed to freeze in a suffocating loop. She