All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Luciano’s POV My voice trailed off as I stood there, staring at Chiara. Seeing her again dragged everything back to the surface, emotions I had spent years burying under duty, pride, and regret. I had convinced myself I had learned to live without her, that time had dulled whatever we once had, but standing here now proved how wrong I had been. She looked exactly as I remembered, untouched by time, as if the past five years had simply passed her by. Her presence alone stirred something deep inside me, something warm and familiar, something that felt dangerously close to home. Even her scent wrapped around me in a way that made my chest tighten, reminding me just how empty everything had been without her. When I heard she was back, I knew there was only one place she would go. Still, I hesitated for hours before coming here, caught between longing and the certainty that I had no right to stand in front of her again. I told myself that five years might have softened things, that ma

Chiara’s POV The biggest problem with my admirers following me here was something I had not fully prepared for. Back in Moonglow, I had never needed to hide who I was. Chiara and Doctor B were one and the same, and everyone knew it. But here, things were different. Paolo, Franco, and Enzo had no idea that my identity needed to remain hidden in Nightfall. Since they knew I was a doctor, it was only natural they would come looking for me at the hospital. And if that happened, it would not take long before the truth unraveled. Without thinking, I reached up and touched my mask. Piera noticed immediately. “I know you want to keep your secret,” she said quietly, even though we were alone. “But you never had to hide in Moonglow, and everything worked out fine there. Why should it be any different here?” “It is different,” I replied, lowering my hand. “In Moonglow, people knew me as both Chiara and Doctor B from the beginning. Here, they are two completely separate people. Chiara is t

Chiara’s POV The next day, I reached a point in my research where I needed to run a few tests on Caterina, so I asked her to come to the hospital. Martha and Enrico had offered to watch the children, but after spending nearly the entire previous day with them, I knew they would be exhausted. Instead, I told Caterina to bring Nina and Nico along. Now, the children sat quietly in the corner of my office, their small bodies pressed against the wall as they colored in their books, crayons scattered around them in a soft, chaotic circle of color. Meanwhile, I stood near the desk, carefully drawing blood from Caterina. “I truly appreciate this,” Caterina said softly, watching me. “I really do. I’m just… so grateful the war ended and that you and Piera could finally come here.” “I would have found a way back regardless,” I replied, my voice steady as I worked. “You’re my best friend, Caterina. There was no world where I would leave you to face this alone.” She nodded, though her gaze d

Chiara already knew what Luciano was about to ask before the words even left his mouth. After everything he had seen, everything he had pieced together, there was no avoiding the truth anymore. Still, knowing it was coming did not make it easier. For years, she had hidden behind the identity of Doctor B. At first, it had been necessary for her work and safety. Later, it became something else entirely. A shield. A barrier between herself and the man who once shattered her heart. Keeping the secret from Luciano had eventually become second nature. Breathing felt easier than telling him the truth. But now, the lies had finally cornered her. Even if she denied it outright, she doubted he would believe her anymore. There had been too many clues. Too many moments where the lines between Chiara and Doctor B blurred together until they became impossible to separate. Lying now would only make everything uglier. So after a long silence, she inhaled slowly and lifted her trembling hand

Luciano's POV But now, standing in front of me, Giacomo looked nothing like that version of himself. He looked furious. Hurt. Heartbroken. And strangely sincere. “You really think I would abandon her?” Giacomo asked quietly, though rage still simmered beneath his words. “You think I would leave Chiara alone to raise children if they were mine?” I didn’t answer immediately. Because until seconds ago, that was exactly what I had believed. Giacomo laughed bitterly and dragged a hand through his hair. “God, you really are blind sometimes, Luciano.” My wolf snarled at the insult, but I stayed silent. “Those children are not mine,” Giacomo repeated firmly. “I would give anything for them to be mine. I would marry Chiara tomorrow if she asked me to. I would spend the rest of my life loving those kids like my own.” His jaw tightened. “But her heart has always belonged to someone else.” The words landed heavily inside my chest. Someone else. Not Giacomo. Then who? A horrible