All Chapters of Reborn A Heartless Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ClarkThe next morning, I felt a weight in my chest that I couldn’t shake, like I was dragging a boulder behind me as I made my way to Marcus’s office. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, but one thing was clear—I had to confront him. I needed answers. Not just for Raven, but for myself.As I pushed open the door to Marcus’s private office, he looked up from his desk with that smug smile that I now realized had been there all along. He leaned back in his chair, his hands casually clasped together. The man was too calm, too collected. He already knew why I was here.“Clark,” he said, his voice cool, “I wasn’t expecting you this early. What brings you in?”I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know what you’ve been doing, Marcus. I know everything.”His smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker in his eyes. “Do you now? And what exactly do you think you know?”“You manipulated me that night,” I said, my voice rising despite myself. “The night of the hit-and

ClarkThe weight of my plan settled in my chest as I walked out of my apartment, my footsteps feeling heavier with every step. Setting a trap for Marcus wasn’t just about taking him down. It was about protecting Raven. It was about fixing the mistakes I had made—about making sure she didn’t fall into the trap he had laid out for her.I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was creeping closer. Marcus had been too quiet these last few days, which was never a good sign. Someone like him didn’t stay quiet unless they were plotting something bigger, and my gut told me that he was planning to make his move at the upcoming business event. The same event where Raven had planned her grand reveal against Emerson and Lila.The problem was, I didn’t know how deep Marcus’s play went. All I knew was that it was dangerous, and that if I didn’t stop him, Raven would end up taking the fall. Marcus had always been a master manipulator, and he knew how to twist every situation to his advantage. If I d

RavenStanding at the edge of the stage, I could feel every nerve in my body humming with anticipation. Tonight was the night. The night I would finally expose Emerson and Lila for the corrupt, scheming monsters they were. Every second had been building to this moment, every sleepless night, every carefully calculated move. And now, it was all about to come crashing down.The crowd in the room shifted restlessly, the low murmur of voices blending with the soft clinking of champagne glasses. I scanned the faces before me, knowing that among them were my enemies, my allies, and those who would fall once this was over. My stomach twisted, but I forced the feeling down, locking it in the pit where I stored all the rage, all the betrayal. I couldn’t afford to feel anything else right now.I glanced over to the side of the stage and caught sight of Emerson, standing tall and smug, his arm casually slung around Lila’s waist. They looked like the perfect power couple—the corporate king and qu

RavenI stood frozen at the edge of the stage as Marcus’s words thundered through the room like a bomb detonating in slow motion. The folder he handed over looked far too familiar—my reports, my emails, but twisted, doctored, and manipulated to look like I had been undermining the company from the inside. My breath caught in my throat.This was supposed to be my moment. The culmination of months of work, suffering, loss. I had been seconds away from exposing Emerson and Lila, from burning their empire to the ground. And now, in front of the same crowd I meant to dismantle, I was being painted as the villain.Clark was still at the entrance, halfway in the shadows. I saw the panic flicker across his face. I didn’t know if it was guilt, desperation, or something else. But I couldn’t focus on him—not now. I locked eyes with Ava, and she immediately stepped forward, eyes scanning the scene with the sharpness of a strategist.“Stall them,” I mouthed to her.She nodded and moved toward the

RavenThe morning after the event, the city was ablaze with speculation. Headlines painted Emerson and Lila as corporate criminals, parasites leeching off a legacy they didn’t deserve. My plan had worked better than I imagined—precisely orchestrated chaos. But even with their reputations unraveling, I couldn’t shake the growing dread clawing at my chest.Marcus was out there.And worse—he was quiet.It’s the silence that comes after the scream you should fear most. The inhale before the blow. That was Marcus’s specialty: not the obvious attack, but the one you never saw coming.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my apartment, watching the skyline shift behind a veil of gray clouds. A soft knock came from the door. Ava let herself in without waiting.“He’s not in any of his usual places,” she said, dropping a file on the table. “His old contacts are either lying low or pretending they never knew him.”I didn’t turn around. “He won’t use old routes. He knows we’d be watching.”“H