Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna's Perfect Revenge: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The moment Wade’s body went limp, Estelle’s world seemed to stop.Wade slumped sideways onto the sofa and Estelle stared at him, unable to move, for several seconds—too long and too quiet—as if her mind needed time to process what had just happened.After that, Estelle whispered softly. “I’m sorry, Wade.”The sound was barely audible. She spoke with her lips pressed tight, as though she were holding back pain. That was exactly how she felt: tightness in her chest and disgust towards herself.Ironically, Estelle had no other choice. So, she steeled her heart. She would not back down from the plan she had prepared as carefully as possible.Gripping the edge of the sofa, Estelle tried to steady her breathing. Inside her chest, something churned violently. It felt as though shards of glass were grinding against one another—guilt mingling with anger and fear blending with resolve.Meanwhile, Wade la

That morning, Nocilium Corp.’s headquarters were filled with a kind of activity that had not yet fully begun. New staff members arrived and crowded the lobby, moving quickly, yet the executive floor remained calm and silent, as always.On the top floor, at the very end of the corridor, Lennon was working. His desk was cluttered with financial reports, contract drafts, merger proposals and small notes that only he could understand.Morning sunlight poured through the large window behind him, casting golden lines across his dark hair. He leaned forward slightly as he read a report.Faith stood beside him. “Sir, I’ve reorganised the export division’s report. Would you like—?”Lennon nodded without lifting his head. “Put it on the desk. I’ll review it after this.”Faith nodded. “All right, sir,” she said, placing the file on the table. Then she exhaled lightly, preparing to leave.

The cold hit Estelle without warning, slicing through her skin like a thin blade of ice and burrowing straight into her bones. It wasn’t caused by a gust of wind or the morning air seeping in through the cracks in the office windows; it came from something far deeper— rejection.Lennon’s words, which Estelle had forced out of him, echoed in her ears like an irrevocable decree. The world trembled; the sky seemed to collapse and crash straight into the soul of Estelle’s wolf like a heavy chain being snapped apart with great force. Despite having prepared herself, Estelle had not expected the pain to strike her again in such a familiar and brutal way, evoking painful memories of her first life as if time had folded back on itself.Estelle felt the source of that piercing agony not in Lennon’s words or the tone of his voice, but in the ring on her finger. It seemed to pulse with a coldness of its own, as if the metal had absorbed all the warmth from her body and was reflecting it back as

The morning breeze drifted softly through the tall windows of Teryndale House—the second palace granted by the Pack Council to Charles Pendleton when he stepped down from the throne nearly seventeen years ago. Although not as large as Noctilux Palace, it remained magnificent, built from pale marble and filled with ancient carvings. It was surrounded by a peony garden tended personally by Brianna Stellaris.In their twilight years, Charles and Brianna lived far more peacefully. There were no more exhausting council meetings, political debates, border matters or midnight patrols. Their days were now filled with simple activities: morning walks in the garden, afternoon tea on the eastern terrace, reading reports from the social foundation they managed and occasionally visiting their grandchildren.But tranquility was often pierced by unpleasant realities. Occasionally, matters from Noctilux Palace or the never-ending affairs of the Pendleton family still brushed aga

Teryndale House felt different. The air, which usually felt peaceful, slow and steady as it filled the white hallways, now moved restlessly. A strange chime sounded in the silence, like a faint tapping marking the beginning of a great disaster. The servants walked quickly, while the guards, who normally stood firm, exchanged glances several times.Everyone felt uneasy; the reason was the news of Wade and Estelle’s affair, which continued to spread everywhere. Although the article had not been published to the general public, everyone was already talking about it. The news was valid and had been confirmed by the Palace. Like a wild storm, its effect swept through the entire Pendleton family.Charles was still standing in his study. He pressed both hands against the polished, old wooden desk. The morning lamp cast his face in shadow, making him look older than he should have. Meanwhile, Brianna sat trembling on the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her us