All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter Forty Six Defending Her Marriage Claudia went to the living room, he sat on the edge of the couch for hours after he heard what Bradley had said. The weight of his words echoed into her heart into fragments, she didn't know what to do any more.* I don't know what I feel anymore* * I will fight for it* he has said but he wasn't sure of it and it became a hole in her heart. For days, she was not getting herself, Bradley wasn't even saying anything, his hesitation. The way he looked at her sometimes, like he wasn't really seeing her at all but someone else. Rebecca's name always hovered in the air between them, a ghost haunting their marriage. And now Gabriel, of all people, had to bring it up, stirring the pot, reminding him about what she did not want him to remember again. Claudia had tried to show Bradley love so hard. She loved Bradley, truly loved him, but how could she compete with a woman who wasn't even there? How could she fight a memory, a love that had been torn

Chapter Forty-Eight.The Man Behind The Empire Bradley sat at the edge of the leather armchair, feeling the weight of his father's gaze.The room was quiet except for the occasional crackling of the fireplace, but the air between them felt thick, heavy with words that have not been utter. Vince McMichael sat in his front, his face looked worried and the weight of the tension that Bradley had not seen in his life. He knew our father was a disciplined man, a man of his words, a foundation of strength and authority but today he looked different and he knew something was bothering him.Bradley moved closer to his father, he put his hands on his father's leg "Dad, I have been watching you since, you looked bothered and worried, hope all is fine."Bradley," Vince began softly, his voice wavering slightly, "there's something I've been wanting to discuss with you , and I think this is the right time,something I should have told you a long time ago. But I will tell you today.It's about Claudi

Chapter Fifty The Midnight Call The mansion was filled with silence as Bradley lay on his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. Claudia had gone to bed hours earlier, he had tried to sleep but it wasn't coming. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that wouldn't let him rest. His heart was heavy with the weight of the secrets he had uncovered about their families.gis though was also filled with Gabriel advised it echo in his mind*you can fight for your freedom*It felt as though the world around him was trembling, every certainty shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. Just as he closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep,he looked at Claudia, a beautiful lady, modeling and with good complexion,his phone buzzed on the nightstand. His heart skipped a beat. He checked the time on his phone, it was 1:57a.m. No one had ever called him by this time, it's late.ever called at this hour. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen. The number was an unknown numb

CHAPTER fifty oneThe Next StepMorning light crept slowly across the master bedroom, settling softly on Bradley’s face. It should have been a peaceful dawn — the kind that nudged a man awake with calm, not chaos — but the moment Bradley’s eyes fluttered open, there was nothing peaceful about him.His heart was already racing. His mind, already spiraling. His soul, already sprinting far ahead of his body, chasing the single thought that had tormented him throughout the entire night:Rebecca.Her midnight call was still echoing in his head, the tremor in her voice haunting him like a ghost that refused to fade. She hadn’t said much — she didn’t even give an explanation — she only whispered an address before the line went dead.An address he had waited years to hear.An address that burned in his mind like fire.He had barely slept. Every time he shut his eyes, he saw her face — pale, fragile, broken — the way she looked before she vanished. It stabbed him from the inside, slicing throu

CHAPTER 53Into the DarknessBradley didn’t remember how he walked back to his car.His mind was blank.His heart was pounding.His palms were damp, trembling uncontrollably as he gripped the steering wheel.The old man’s final stare.Rebecca’s brother calling after him.The weight of the address in his pocket.The echo of Rebecca’s fragile voice on the phone the night before.Everything swirled inside him like a storm ripping through his chest.He sat in the car for a moment, breath unsteady, staring ahead without really seeing. He couldn’t shake off the fear in the uncle’s voice, the warning, the plea:"Bring Rebecca home by tomorrow morning… or something terrible has happened."Bradley swallowed hard.He didn’t have tomorrow morning.He didn’t have tonight.He didn’t even have the next hour.Every second that passed dragged Rebecca closer to danger — to death.He started the engine.His hands were shaking so badly he missed the ignition twice before it roared to life. He backed out