Mommy, Which one is Daddy? The Luna's Comeback with Secrets のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Carina’s POVFinally!” I said, even as I closed the door after the last guest stepped out. “Phew! That was a really long day,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as I turned around. The sitting room was eerily quiet, almost too quiet, with an odd tension hanging in the air. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to go upstairs, crash on my bed, and leave this house first thing tomorrow morning. I couldn’t imagine staying another night under this roof.“Carina!” My mother’s voice called out, sharp and clear, just as I reached the stairs.I froze, my foot hovering mid-step. “Why is she calling me now?” I thought, glancing over my shoulder. My mother stood by the wine stand, sipping a glass of Four Cousins. Her posture was stiff, and her expression unreadable, but there was something about her tone that made my stomach churn.“Come sit with me,” she said, her voice carrying an edge I hadn’t heard all night.I hesitated. “Um, give me a minute. Let me get my phone upstairs,” I said quickly

Carina’s POV“In fact, I need to clear my head! If you’re looking for me, I’m upstairs,” I said sharply, my voice laced with anger.“Wait!” my mother called out, her voice unusually urgent. “I have something to tell you.”I stopped mid-step, my hand gripping the stair railing. I turned slightly, glaring at her. “What is it?” I asked, irritation dripping from every word.“I never fully told you who your stepfather is,” she said, her tone hesitant.At the mention of my stepfather, I froze. My heart skipped a beat, and I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously, trying to keep my voice steady.“Come and sit down,” she said, gesturing to the sofa.I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “No, I’ll stand. Just say whatever it is you want to say.”She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Alright,” she said quietly. “But this isn’t easy for me to say.”“You’ve already dragged me into this mess, so just spit it out,” I snapped, my patience running thin.“Fine,” sh

Carina’s POV“I’m just really pissed. I think coming back was, and still is, a mistake,” I muttered to myself as I yanked open my closet, pulling out clothes and tossing them into my suitcase without care.“I’m leaving this place first light,” I declared, my voice resolute even as tears rolled down my cheeks. My hands trembled as I folded a blouse, anger and frustration coursing through me like wildfire.The room was silent except for the rustling of fabric and the sound of my own sniffles. Each piece of clothing I packed felt like a weight being lifted off my chest. Still, my heart ached with each item I shoved into the suitcase. This house, this family, this… life wasn’t for me. It never had been. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, determined to hold myself together.Then, my phone rang, cutting through the oppressive silence. I glanced at the screen. Lina. My PA. For a moment, I hesitated. I didn’t want to pick up. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to talk to anyone. But w

Carina’s POVThe call cut off, and I was left staring at the phone, my hands trembling slightly. My mind raced, a whirlwind of fear and confusion. Who was that? Was it the same person who attacked me when I was with the kids? My heart pounded in my chest, and I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising panic.“Carina?” a voice said, startling me out of my thoughts.I looked up sharply to find my mom standing in the doorway. I hadn’t even heard her come in. Her face was etched with concern, and she stepped closer, her eyes darting between me and the phone in my hand.“What’s going on?” she asked softly, but her tone held a firmness that demanded an answer.I didn’t reply. My throat felt dry, and the words were stuck somewhere between my fear and anger. I just stared at her, unsure of what to say.She frowned, crossing her arms. “Don’t give me that silent treatment, Carina. I heard the tone of that call. That wasn’t nothing. Are you being threatened?”I let out a dry laugh, though

CHAPTER 71Chapter 71 : My Bullies, my Stepbrothers, My MatesCarina’s POVIn no time, I was on the road, leaving the town. As I drove, all I could picture were the tears that filled my eyes. My chest burned with a mix of anger and heartbreak.“How dare she slap me?” I muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Who the fuck does she think she is?”Memories of her face, twisted with regret after the slap, flashed in my mind. I shook my head violently, trying to erase them.“No! Don’t think about it, Carina,” I told myself. But the emotions wouldn’t stop swirling inside me. Anger. Betrayal. And beneath it all, a sliver of guilt I didn’t want to acknowledge.The road stretched endlessly ahead, the night swallowing the town behind me. My headlights cut through the darkness, but it couldn’t cut through the turmoil in my chest. My phone buzzed on the passenger seat, its light flashing persistently. I glanced over and saw Rodrigo’s name.“Of course,