All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chiara’s POV With my plans finally set, I moved through each day with a quiet, steady sense of purpose. There was something grounding about having a future to walk toward, something that kept me from drifting back into the shadows of everything I had lost. I was no longer trapped in the past, no longer waking each morning feeling like I had nothing but memories to cling to. At least, that was true most of the time. There were moments, unwelcome and persistent, when Luciano De Luca slipped back into my thoughts. When he did, it wasn’t gentle or fleeting. It was overwhelming, consuming every part of me until I could barely focus on anything else. His voice, his presence, the way loving him had once felt so natural, all of it came rushing back like a tide I couldn’t hold back. The regret had begun to fade, replaced by a quiet acceptance. I had done the best I could with what I knew then. I could stand by my choices, even if they had led me here. But the pain was different. It linger

Chiara’s POV “Adoption?!” The word came out sharper than I intended, laced with pure disbelief. My fingers tightened around my bag as I stared at the reporter, my thoughts scrambling to catch up with the absurdity of his question. “Uh… no. No, that’s not why I’m here,” I said, my voice stumbling over itself despite my effort to stay composed. This was never meant to turn into anything public. I had only come to give back to the orphanage that had once taken me in, that had fed me, clothed me, and kept me alive when grief had hollowed me out after my parents died. “What other reason could you have for being here?” he asked, his tone lacking even the smallest trace of respect. “I don’t know,” I replied just as bluntly, my patience snapping without warning. If he could not offer basic decency, then I had no reason to offer it in return. I raised my hand and flagged down a taxi, eager to escape the conversation before it twisted further. “If you’ll excuse me.” I should have known

Luciano De Luca’s POV I watched the shift happen in real time, the way Silvia Romano’s expression changed as her eyes landed on the door behind me. What had been soft curiosity sharpened into something tense, something unsettled. “That’s Chiara’s room,” she said slowly, as if saying it aloud made it more real. “Yes,” I replied without hesitation. There was no reason to deny it, not when the truth stood right there between us. Her gaze snapped back to me. “Why were you in Chiara’s room?” The question wasn’t hers to ask, but I knew better than to say that. Silvia had a way of stretching conflict until it consumed everything, and I had no patience for another exhausting scene. So I said nothing. I held her stare without answering, hoping silence would be enough, hoping she would let it go. She didn’t. If anything, my silence made it worse. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line as irritation began to simmer just beneath the surface. It was still better than tears

Luciano's POV Without another word, Silvia Romano shoved past Doctor B and the masked assistant, her composure shattering as she rushed into the hallway like a woman fleeing a fire she could not outrun. “Silvia!” I called after her, irritation sharpening my voice, though confusion sat just beneath it. There was always something volatile about her reactions, but this felt different, more desperate, more afraid than anything I had seen before. I followed quickly, Doctor B and the assistant close behind me. Silvia had nearly reached the stairs when the assistant’s voice rang out, cutting through the corridor with a force that made everyone pause. “You can’t run from this, Silvia!” The sound hit me like a blow. Recognition came instantly, cold and undeniable. My head snapped toward him, shock tightening every muscle in my body. That was no assistant. That was Ricardo. Silvia’s ex-husband. My former friend. The rogue I had cast out. Before he could take another step toward her, I

Luciano De Luca’s POV “Of course not,” I replied immediately, the words leaving my mouth with a sharp edge of bitterness that I could not suppress. The very thought of marrying Silvia Romano now felt like a stain I could never fully wash away. Trusting her had been the gravest mistake of my life, one that had not only ruined Ricardo’s future but had also driven a wedge so deep between Chiara and me that it shattered everything we once had. I could not place all the blame on Silvia, no matter how tempting it was. My own failures stood just as tall, just as unforgiving. I had been blind when it mattered most, inattentive when she needed me, and careless with something that should have been protected above all else. Still, Silvia had knowingly inserted herself into our lives, twisting moments and emotions until nothing between Chiara and me remained whole. Piera did not look convinced. Her eyes held a sharpness that reminded me of someone fiercely protective, someone who would not ea