All Chapters of BETROTHED TO MY LUNA OF TWO WORLDS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rose POV I waited. That was all I did at first—wait. The bar was louder tonight than it had been the last time I came. Music played low but heavy, the kind that pressed into your chest instead of lifting your mood. Glasses clinked. Laughter broke out in short, sharp sounds. The lights were dim, tinted red and gold, casting shadows that moved like they were alive. I sat at the same spot Damien had told me to meet him. I checked the time. Then I checked it again. I wasn’t angry. Just nervous. I told myself this was normal. People ran late. Especially people like Damien—men who looked like they owned rooms without trying. Men who walked like the world already made space for them. I folded my hands together on the table to stop them from shaking. Why am I even here? I asked myself. Because I said I would be. Because I didn’t like running anymore. Because something about him felt unfinished. People stared...in a very creepy way. I noticed it slowly, then all at once. Eyes k

Lucy POV I stood beside my father, but it felt like there was a wall between us. The moment he saw me, his face lit up. Not the soft kind of happiness a father should have when he sees his daughter safe. No. This was different. Sharp. Proud. Satisfied. He moved fast and pulled me into his arms. “My daughter,” he said, holding me tightly. “You did it.” His arms were strong. Familiar. But I felt nothing. No comfort. No warmth. Just anger. I stiffened in his hold. My hands stayed at my sides. My body refused to melt into his embrace. All I could think about was why he was hugging me. Not because I was okay. Not because I was safe. But because it worked. Because the plan worked. Because the mark appeared. Because I was now useful. That thought burned inside me. I pushed him away gently, not hard enough to insult him, but firm enough to create space. “Don’t,” I said quietly. He paused, surprised for a second, then studied my face. He noticed it. I knew he did. But just

Lucy – POV I was just returning from my father’s place. My legs felt heavy as I drove. I didn’t know if it was exhaustion or guilt or fear. Maybe it was all of them mixed together. The road leading to the mansion looked the same as always, but I didn’t feel the same. Nothing felt the same anymore. The mark on my arm felt warm beneath my clothes. Not burning. Not hurting. Just warm. Like it was alive. Like it was reminding me of what I had done. What I had agreed to. What I had forced to happen. After entering the enchanted compound and parked at the driveway. I start taking heavy walks towards the mansion door. Each step felt slower than the last. Ignoring the servants greetings, I told myself not to think. Thinking only made things worse. Thinking brought faces into my head. My father’s face. The witch’s face. Adrian’s face. Especially Adrian. I swallowed hard. As I got closer to the mansion front door, I tried to prepare myself. I didn’t know for what exactly. Maybe for

Adrian – POV The car slowed down as we approached Matthew’s villa. I stared out the window, my mind heavy. The ride had been quiet, except for the sound of the tires against the road. I didn’t know what I expected from coming here, but I knew I needed something. Anything. The driver parked. The door opened. I stepped out. The air felt calm here. Too calm. Like the land itself was trying to soothe me. Caleb stepped out beside me. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell he felt it too. This place always did something to us. Before we could take more than a few steps, the door of the villa opened. Matthew stood there. He looked the same. Calm. Grounded. Strong in a quiet way. He walked toward us without saying a word. Then suddenly, he pulled me into a hug. I froze. I hadn’t expected it. His arms were firm around me, steady, like he was holding something fragile. Before I could react, his other arm wrapped around Caleb too. We were both pulled in. For a moment, I didn’

Lucy – POV I didn’t want to come here. My legs felt heavy as I walked toward my father’s study. Every step felt like I was walking deeper into something I could not escape. The walls of the house felt closer than usual. The air felt thick. I pushed the door open. My father, Rowan, was standing near the window with his back to me. His hands were behind his back. He didn’t turn immediately. He already knew I was there. “Father,” I said quietly. He turned slowly. His face was calm. Too calm. “You came,” he said. I walked in and closed the door behind me. My heart was beating fast. I could feel it in my chest, loud and uneven. “I had to,” I said. “We need to talk.” He nodded and gestured for me to sit. I didn’t sit. I stood there, my hands clenched by my sides. “I don’t want this,” I said suddenly. He frowned slightly. “Don’t want what?” I swallowed. “This ritual,” I said. “Adrian. Everything.” Rowan’s eyes sharpened. “Sit, Lucy,” he said. I shook my head. “If I sit,