All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chiara’s POV “I can’t believe how quickly everything is moving,” Piera said, her voice filled with excitement that she could barely contain. “They only just signed the peace treaty yesterday, and already they’re repairing the railways. I even saw on the news that the flight paths have changed. Now that planes can pass over DuskHowl territory again, we could be back in Nightfall in less than four hours.” We were seated together in the break room, each of us holding a warm cup of coffee. The table between us had that worn marble pattern that had faded slightly into yellow over time, its swirls and lines something I would usually lose myself in. On most days, I let my thoughts drift along those patterns, letting them distract me from everything else. Today, though, my attention stayed fixed on her. “Home?” I repeated, lifting a brow as I looked at her. Her smile faltered for just a second, as though she had said something she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say. “I mean… Nightfall p

Chiara’s POV Working with Piera felt effortless in a way that still surprised me, as though fate itself had placed us side by side at the perfect time in our lives. She was gifted in ways that went beyond simple skill, sharp in her instincts and gentle in her approach, and I could already see the future stretching ahead of her, one where she would surpass even me. Instead of feeling threatened, I found comfort in it, because together we moved in harmony, anticipating each other’s thoughts without needing to speak them aloud. That morning alone, we had already guided a struggling mother through a difficult childbirth, steadying her through pain until her cries softened into relief as her newborn’s voice filled the room. Not long after, we reset a man’s fractured shoulder, carefully correcting what had been set wrong, restoring both function and dignity. Now, we sat across from a worried mother and her small child, whose only complaint was a stubborn stomach ache. Piera had already

Luciano De Luca’s POV I checked my watch, my gaze lingering on the slow crawl of the seconds as they inched toward 1:15 p.m. The moment it struck, I rose from my chair with quiet precision and stepped out of my office into the hallway. It was a habit I had maintained for years now, one of the few routines that remained unchanged no matter how much the rest of my life shifted. Every afternoon at the same time, I walked a full round of the Alpha headquarters building, stretching my legs while keeping my thoughts in order. At this hour, the building was usually steady with productivity. Employees returned from their lunch break refreshed, focused, moving with purpose. The rhythm of work was something I relied on, something predictable. Which was why I barely had time to react when I turned a corner and nearly collided with Giacomo rushing straight toward me. He stopped just short of impact, his energy almost crackling in the air. What caught me off guard was not the near collision,

Chiara’s POV The moment Luciano De Luca stepped into the break room, everything else lost meaning. Sound, movement, even the steady rhythm of my own breathing faded beneath the thunder of my heartbeat. It pounded so loudly in my ears that it felt suffocating, as though I had been sealed inside something too small to contain everything I suddenly felt. He was here. After five long years of absence, of silence, of carefully constructed distance, he stood right in front of me as though no time had passed at all. He looked unchanged in all the ways that mattered. His tall frame carried the same quiet authority, his tailored suit stretching over broad shoulders that still spoke of strength and control. His hair was slicked back with precision, his face clean-shaven, sharp, composed, unreadable to anyone who did not know him as intimately as I once had. Shock flickered across his features when his gaze landed on me and Giacomo together, but it was fleeting. Luciano had always mastered

Chiara's POV I regretted the way things ended with Giacomo, even though I knew I had done the right thing. There was a quiet kind of relief in knowing we would remain friends, but it did not erase the sting of hurting him. That part lingered, heavy and uncomfortable, like a bruise beneath the skin that would not fade quickly. The truth was simple, even if it was cruel. I could not force myself into a life that did not belong to me. Not even for someone as kind and devoted as him. He would have tried, I knew he would, to build something beautiful between us, something stable and warm. We might have laughed together, shared moments that looked like happiness from the outside, but deep down, something essential would always be missing. Because no matter what, my heart would still turn toward Luciano De Luca. That was the part I hated most. The part that made me feel weak and unfair. Giacomo could have been everything a woman asked for, and still, it would not have been enough for me.