All Chapters of Luna's Perfect Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lunch lasted longer than Lennon had expected, but not because he disliked the meal. Verité Prime never forgot his favourite dishes, which were served meticulously and with a strong sense of aesthetics. However, the news that circulated that afternoon disrupted his appetite: Rafael had been arrested by the police and Julius's plan had failed once again.Lennon sat near the window, watching the traffic crawl below and allowing his thoughts to drift aimlessly. He tried to steady himself, telling himself that nothing was over yet. Julius still had other plans and all he needed was patience. He was convinced that, no matter how cleverly Wade evaded things, his unlucky day would eventually come.The next thing on Lennon’s mind was the last meeting of the day, which he had finished an hour earlier. Supposedly, there were still two minor items of business to attend to afterwards. He cancelled them.His phone vibrated on the table. A message had arrived, but

Julius hurled a crystal glass against the wall. The impact cracked the air like a gunshot. Amber liquid splashed wildly, staining the expensive wooden panelling, while shards of glass scattered across the marble floor. The chandelier's glow reflected off the fragments, making the floor look as though it had been strewn with ice yet to melt.The atmosphere grew heavy. It was as if the earth’s rotation had stopped under the weight of Julius’s fury.Two guards near the door stood rigid, their bodies stiffening instinctively. They had worked for Julius for a long time and had witnessed his anger in many forms.Julius had always reacted explosively to even the slightest provocation. He had no patience, always letting his primal instincts spill every emotion outward and issuing an unspoken warning to those around him to stay silent and not draw his attention.Alma sat on the sofa with her back straight and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She tri

Dante didn’t stop at just one target. Initially, he felt that what he had done was enough. The message had been sent, and fear had been instilled. He imagined Wade reading the report and frowning as he started to recalculate. In his mind, that was how people like Wade usually worked: thinking, weighing up options and then pulling back a little.But day after day passed without any change that Dante could sense. He didn’t receive any panicked calls or notice any hurried movements from Wade. He saw no signs that Wade was shaken. Wade’s calmness unsettled him.Dante moved faster—too fast. He sent threats over the phone in a low, cold voice. He made brief night-time visits, staying just long enough to cast shadows behind the curtains, but not long enough to be caught red-handed. His men watched Wade’s people, sometimes following them too closely, their headlights glaring into rear-view mirrors.Dante did everything with calculation; he was neither brutal nor overt. Ironically, that was pr

On the second night, Lennon and Kiara sat in the living room with the windows open. The sea breeze drifted in, stirring the sheer curtains.Occasionally, laughter and light banter filled the air. They chatted and spent the night together.Lennon looked at Kiara, never growing tired of it. His eyes sparkled with admiration that could not be expressed in words.Kiara fell silent when she realised how deeply Lennon was gazing at her. She seemed flustered. “Lennon.”“Yes?” Lennon asked gently. “Is there something you want to say?”Kiara appeared hesitant, but nodded a moment later. “Actually, there's something I want to ask you,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Is there something you want from me? The way you act and the way you treat me are confusing me.”Lennon did not answer immediately. Instead, he stood up. He walked closer and sat directly in front of her. “I won't lie to you,” he said, taking her fingers in his. “I want you to be by my side.”Kiara looked shocked. Her eyes widened

Lennon woke up first that morning. He exhaled slowly as awareness returned to him.The room was still dimly lit. The sheer, half-drawn curtains allowed golden rays to fall softly over the rumpled white sheets. The air was still. It felt like a peaceful atmosphere, with only the faint sound of waves in the distance—rhythmic and steady, like the long breath of a world not yet fully awake.Kiara slept soundly in Lennon’s arms. Her body was facing him and one of her hands was folded between them. Her long hair spilled across the pillow, with some strands falling over her arm. She breathed steadily and her face was peaceful, as if no burden troubled her mind.Lennon watched her for a long time. A familiar feeling swelled in his chest, light and almost weightless. He felt pleased.His plan had moved one step forward. This holiday was not just an escape to calm his mind from routine and restless thoughts; it was an investment. It was an investment, a