บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Luna Strikes Back! : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

~SaiThe moment Lola left the scene, I quickly pulled my hands away from Theodore's grip. Without wasting a second, I reached into my bag, retrieved my sanitizer, and began cleaning my hands thoroughly.Theodore scoffed as he watched me."That's not compulsory, Sai. I hope you're satisfied with how everything turned out," he said, his voice laced with irritation.I shook my head slowly and looked at him, my gaze sharp and unwavering.The way I stared at him only fueled the anger simmering within me. I could feel the hatred building, surfacing like a tidal wave. And then—right in that moment—a memory flashed through my mind. The phone call.> “Hello, Miss Sai. I think we need a backup plan. The anger and threat I’m seeing in Mrs. Kaiser's eyes is intense. No matter what your plan is, we still need a backup.”That call had come from the Doctor. I had been on my way home when he called me, right before he headed into the surgery room.> “What do you suggest we do?” I asked him, slightly

~SaiTheodore remained silent. He didn’t say a word—just turned his back on me once again, his anger burning hotter by the second.I could already sense where this conversation was heading—straight into a dark place I had no intention of revisiting. My past was the last thing I wanted to be reminded of. The best thing for me to do now was to keep my peace and walk away.Straightening my posture, I looked at him and said calmly, “Well, it’s none of my business at this point—what you say or do. Whether Caspian is my mate or not doesn’t matter anymore. What I know is that Caspian is a hundred times better than you, Theodore. I couldn’t ask for a better mate. Do you know why? Because he’s my all in all. And for your information…”—I took a deep breath, locking eyes with him—“…I love him.”Theodore’s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his nails dug deep into his palms. A moment later, I saw the first drop of blood hit the floor. He was gripping his fists so hard h

{The Doctor’s POV}The next place I found myself was swallowed by darkness. Everywhere was silent and cold. I couldn’t see anyone, nor could I tell where exactly I was. But through what felt like a thin linen covering my face, I could sense movement — footsteps echoing, people pacing around me.There was a faint glow somewhere ahead, like a weak light struggling to break free, but something kept it hidden.Wait…Was my face covered with something?“She is on her way here!” a voice suddenly shouted, filled with panic.That startled me. My heart skipped, and though my body felt weak, my senses slowly began to return.“What on earth are you talking about?” another voice questioned sharply.Then a calmer one replied, firm and serious. “The Boss! The Boss is almost here. Everyone, comport yourselves, okay?”Their movements became hurried — things shifting, footsteps changing direction, whispers fading away. My head throbbed, and the dizziness grew worse. But even through the haze, I could

{The Doctor's POV}The gun was pointed directly at my head.My body was present in the room, but my mind had long drifted into the void of fear. Paralysis took over me—my hands trembled, my lips quivered, and my legs shook uncontrollably. I was no longer thinking straight. Panic had swallowed every ounce of logic I had left.Still, somehow, amidst the chaos in my head, I found the strength to speak.“My Luna… I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know anything about the Keloid Scarring X, and I swear on my life—I wasn’t sent to ruin your mother’s face...”Her voice came back cold and sharp, like the edge of a dagger laced with venom.“So you’re fucking with me, am I right?” she said quietly, the calmness in her tone more terrifying than if she had screamed.I shook my head desperately. “I am not fucking with you, My Luna. I don’t know anything about—”She cut me off mid-sentence, her tone rising with fury as she jabbed her finger toward a briefcase in the corner of the room.“So what on

{The Doctor’s POV}Immediately after saying this, she forced my mouth open wider and slid the burning candle between my lips.My eyes shut instinctively as I prayed—desperately—that nothing worse would happen. But my prayers went unanswered.A drop of hot, melting wax landed on my tongue.It was the candle wax.“Orughhhhhhhhh!” I tried to scream, but the sound barely escaped. My voice was trapped—muffled by the pain and the thick, bubbling saliva that filled my mouth. The scorching heat spread across my tongue, burning through every nerve.But my suffering didn’t matter to Lola.She pressed my mouth open even tighter, forcing my jaw wider as more drops of molten wax fell inside.Each drop felt like fire, searing through my tongue and throat. I tried to twist away, to shake my head, to scream—but her grip was too strong. My whole body shook violently under the pain.Still, she didn’t stop.More wax.More pain.More of her laughter echoing above my muffled cries.I wanted to confess at