All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chiara's POV “…10,000,000 euros! Going once! Going twice! La Collana della Regina, sold—to Re Alfa Luciano De Luca himself. Congratulations!” At the announcement, everyone’s disbelieving and shocked gazes turned toward me—his neglected Luna. My heart began to race. In truth, I could hardly believe it more than anyone else. Could it be that he remembered today was our anniversario di matrimonio…? Luciano, my husband and the greatest Re Alfa of Branco Nottefallo, rose from his seat at the front of the grand Teatro Aurelio and walked toward the stage. He had short, dark curls and strikingly handsome features. Even with his perpetually cold expression, he remained the most admired man in the entire branco. I softly pressed a hand to my chest. I used to believe he had forgotten how much that necklace meant to me… Because I was his neglected, stay-at-home Luna. I am Luciano’s second-chance mate, his Luna… A Luna with the past of an orphan. “Look at what she’s wearing tonight… She

Chiara's POV A FEW DAYS LATER (Chiara Pushing Silvia — Experts Agree, Not Proper Decorum for a Luna!) The ironic headline burned my eyes. I tossed the newspaper aside, left the living room, and walked into the kitchen to make myself more coffee. It was definitely a two-cup kind of day. Every newspaper was buzzing with news of Luciano De Luca’s search for the mysterious Doctor B. Luciano, supposedly in his determined efforts to locate the doctor, had made a public announcement. And beneath the headline about Luciano’s search were several smaller articles—each one focused on me and the humiliating incident at the charity gala. The main article replayed the entire evening in painstaking detail, complete with so-called “experts” offering their unsolicited opinions. “She has always been a disappointment as a Luna!” the article declared. “Now that Silvia Romano is divorced once again, Luciano De Luca’s choice is obvious. He should leave Chiara and reunite with Silvia!” Just as I b

Chiara’s POV I stood at the door of my best friend Caterina’s place, talking with the lawyer outside. "King Luciano De Luca refused to sign the paperwork. As we suspected, he doesn’t seem to intend to make this an easy proceeding," the lawyer said. "I suppose not," I agreed with a sigh. I knew Luciano could be proud and stubborn, but I’d secretly hoped he’d give me this divorce without much fuss. The man clearly didn’t care for me. Why draw it out? "Instead, he wished for me to give you this." The lawyer procured a letter from his briefcase and passed it over to me. Inside the house, Caterina came into the foyer and began putting on her shoes. "Not ready yet? We’ll be leaving soon. Everyone will be waiting for us." She was wearing a white coat. We were about to head to the hospital. After leaving the mansion I shared with Luciano, the first place I came to was here, Caterina’s house. She had been so kind, eagerly welcoming me, helping me find a lawyer, and pushing forw

Chiara's POV Caterina and I returned to the offices that had been assigned for Doctor B’s personal use. I’d used these same offices in the past. As they’d mostly been abandoned since then, all of my things remained as if they’d been locked in a time capsule, simply waiting for my return. I guessed that I had Caterina to thank for this. She had always been diligent in maintaining Doctor B’s legacy, as well as waiting for her return. "I wanted everything to stay ready," she admitted. "For the time when you changed your mind and came back to us." I didn’t know what else to say but, "Thank you." "Really… thank you so much." "Why do you still thank me?" Caterina laughed and patted my shoulder. "Make the money, then divorce and get rid of that so-called greatest bastard!" At my request, the office assistant at reception—Elena—began redirecting the nobles who wished to see me to this office, sparing the rest of the hospital. While I prepared the necessary items for Silvia Romano’s p

Chiara's POV The news of Doctor B’s return had now spread throughout the entire pack. Headlines about me covered newspapers and tabloids. Even the nightly news dedicated a brief segment to my comeback. The previous scandal—“Experts Agree, Chiara Rossi Not Proper Decorum For A Luna!”—was completely buried. No one cared about it anymore. My office at the hospital had become the hottest spot in town, drawing the wealthiest and most influential individuals, all eager to meet me. Even the highest-tier nobles—those so reserved they rarely left their mansions or clubs—found the curiosity to see me outweighed their propriety. Before my disappearance, I had been respected by many patients and maintained a long waiting list. Since my return, my popularity had skyrocketed. I couldn’t walk to the restroom without being stopped six or seven times—either to shake hands or to answer questions about a medical concern. Caterina, acting as my assistant, was on the phone constantly, nearly losing