บททั้งหมดของ Luna's Perfect Revenge: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The car glided smoothly along the main road, which was lined with rows of maple trees. The afternoon sunlight reflected off the windows outside, casting a warm shimmer that failed to reach the atmosphere inside.Lennon sat silently in the back seat, having remained so since they left the last building where he had attended a meeting. In front of him, the tablet screen still displayed the company’s financial data, but his eyes were empty, staring past it as though his thoughts had drifted far away.His hands rested folded on his lap, his fingers tapping lightly with no particular rhythm. The silence inside the cabin was so complete that the ticking of his wristwatch sounded louder than usual. Only the hum of the engine and Alaric’s steady breathing in the driver’s seat reminded him that time was still passing.Lennon’s reverie was interrupted by the vibration of his phone. He lowered his gaze and his body tensed instinctively when he saw t

The night sky gradually unfolded, revealing a full moon hanging high above the palace. Its light fell across the sprawling grounds, which had been transformed into a wedding garden adorned with thousands of white flowers that sparkled like stars that had descended to earth.Crystal chandeliers hung amongst the trees, casting a soft, golden glow over long tables adorned with candles, crystalware and bouquets of roses. An orchestra played a gentle melody that blended with the breeze, which carried the sweet scent of wisteria.Amidst this grandeur, Estelle stood on a transparent glass stage reflecting the moonlight. Her soft white wedding gown, sprinkled with tiny crystals, shimmered with every movement. She gazed forward at the man who was now officially her husband.Lennon looked flawless that night. His bespoke black suit contrasted with his calm eyes, which still held a certain firmness. He looked at Estelle in a way that made all the guests hold their breath f

The beautiful days on Isla Aurelia were over. The Pendletons' private jet touched down on the royal airstrip, marking their return to reality. The gentle glow of the sea and the salty island breeze were replaced by the grandeur of the palace, brimming with protocol, schedules and newly inherited responsibilities.Estelle had officially moved into the Palace. A special chamber had been prepared for her: the Luna’s chamber. Natalie had arranged the room with the utmost care, although Estelle still shared it with Lennon.That morning, Estelle stood on the Alpha’s balcony, her gaze sweeping across the vast courtyard below. Staff members moved around busily, preparing for the week's agenda and managing the palace's endless rhythm. The world seemed to be moving once again—swift, orderly and relentless.Inwardly, Estelle drew a deep breath and whispered to herself. The honeymoon is over. Now, real life begins.As Luna, Estelle had quic

The Verité Prime restaurant sparkled like a sapphire at the heart of the city. Its tall glass walls reflected the soft glow of the streetlights outside, while inside, the sound of jazz and the clinking of crystal glasses created an air of exclusivity reserved for places frequented by the elite.Lennon stepped inside, closely followed by Alaric. He was immaculately dressed in a black suit, his hair slicked neatly back, and a faint trace of luxurious woody cologne lingered in the air each time he passed.A private waiter greeted Lennon with a deep bow before escorting him towards his private room. Lennon entered while Alaric remained outside, standing tall and alert by the outer door to ensure that no one else came in.Lennon took off his coat, hung it over the chair and sat down. Glancing briefly at his watch, he unlocked the tablet in his hand. He decided to review the short report that Faith had sent him earlier that afternoon while waiting for Roland to

The notification came as a bolt from the blue. There was no rain or storm, yet the stillness was shattered in an instant.Estelle had just finished signing the monthly report when her phone vibrated on the table. The screen lit up—the health-monitoring app connected to Roland’s smartwatch had flashed a red alert:Heart rhythm unstable. Blood pressure dropping rapidly.The world seemed to stop. Estelle froze, stunned for a moment. Her own heartbeat felt as though it had stopped. She read the short message that had appeared on the app, and her eyes widened.“No,” Estelle whispered to herself. Then she stood up too quickly, sending her chair skidding backwards. She stared at the phone screen again, making sure she hadn’t misread it. “Please, God.”But the line on the monitor moved erratically—the normally steady rhythm had turned chaotic. Something dangerous was happening to Roland.Panic surged through Estelle. The fear she had managed to suppress came rushing back. What’s happening to