All Chapters of I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Elara’s POV At exactly 12 am, I opened my eyes and for a second, I forgot where I was before I realised I was now in the palace, in Damian's room and on his bed to be precise. The scent of sex and sweat still lingered in the air, a reminder of last night's adventure. Turning to my side, Damian was laying next to me, one strong arm thrown over my waist, holding me in place as if he had somehow expected that I'd sneak away. His breathing was heavy and slowed, lost in the blissful illusion that we were back together again. But we aren't. We can never be. Whatever we had already ended a long time ago. I watched the rise and fall of his chest, the faint glow of the moonlight flickering in through the blinds and falling on his bare skin, and I waited. For a second, a really, really dark thought crossed my mind. If only I could strangle him. Everything would be over. I will finally be free. But I quickly shake my head, shunning the voice. No. I shouldn't do that. I shouldn't become the

Author's POV The warehouse was cold and empty. It was no different from Kael's piercing eyes. He couldn't believe what Lyra had told him over the phone. And that made him so disgusted with everyone and everything. Lyra stood cautiously just in front of him, mindful of his gaze and not wanting to piss him off further. Her arms were folded, her nerves trembling beneath her skin. “Elara’s pregnant," she said, her voice quiet, trembling but urgent. Kael didn’t react immediately. He stared at her for a long, cold moment. Not blinking. Not moving. Just... watching. Like a beast assessing its prey, checking whether or not she was fit to be devoured. “Are you sure?" he asked slowly, voice barely above a whisper. Since Lyra had betrayed him and almost wanted to kill him, he knows better than to trust her blindly. She was good for everything but certainly not an alliance. The devil is better than her if anything. “Yes. I saw the prenatal pills in her room.” Lyra’s eyes searched his fa

Elara's POV The morning air was brisk as I stepped out of the car. My head raised high as I walked into the building confidently like a woman ready to crush all her enemies. With the discovery of the names on Damian's list last night, I was ready to return the same energy everyone would give me. I had the knowledge that not everyone who smiled at me was my friend and I intend to let them know that but the icy welcome I expected never came. Instead, a low buzz of murmurs swept through the glass building as I walked in. Several heads turned in my direction. Some faces lit up in surprise, genuine, startled smiles at my comeback. Others quickly masked their discomfort, and I didn’t miss the subtle exchanges of nervous glances like their biggest rival was back. Right. It's time they feel the heat. In the past, I have been meek, seeking validation but not anymore. I have known my place. I am a Queen. One that should be respected. They should be the one to cower not the other way round.

Elara’s POV The conference meeting was like a tug of war. I made sure I studied the overview of every department's performance. And I realized most of them have been unserious with their Jobs, given the fact that no one had been around to oversee things and keep them on their toes. My heart broke. This was my father's legacy. He built it through sweat and tears and it's now being treated like it's some playground. It was even worse than a playground, because here, they were getting paid for practically doing nothing. I made sure to issue the affected departments strong warnings that I was going to fire them, cut down their wages or demote them if the performance didn't improve in the next month. I made sure to let them know I wasn't just bluffing and I was in charge now. Many of them were grumbling but Mr. Graham, he never talked all through the meeting, letting me take charge without disruption. But I could see the way he gave subtle nods, and smiled anytime I made a decision —a

Author’s POV Elara's words echoed in Lyra's ear, sharp, clear and striking like thunder. She couldn't believe that Elara had become such a bold witch that even threats of telling Damian doesn't scare her anymore. What the hell has made her so bold that she was willing to go against the contract? And their initial agreement that no one knows about the problem between them. Lyra stormed down the hallway, her heels hitting the polished floor sharply. Rage coursed through her veins, and her breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps. Her well manicured fingers were curled tightly around the straps of her designer bag, and with each step, the humiliation seems to penetrate more inside her gut. She didn’t even wait until she was inside her office before she screamed. The door slammed shut behind her and her shriek cut through the air like a wounded animal. She threw her bag across the room, scattering the contents inside it, then shoved away an entire stack of files from her desk with a f