All Chapters of Go Away, Never Your Luna!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“I don’t think I have the answers to those questions,” Courtney said curtly.Freya’s shoulders slumped at her voice, a knot tightening in her chest. The fact that Courtney kept hesitating showed that she was clearly hiding something.It was evident in her body language and jerky movements. Her eyes were downcast, and her hands were wrapped over her knees in the secluded area where she was.Freya almost gave up questioning, but for some reason, she kept persisting.“I like you, Courtney,” she kept persuading in a low and gentle tone. “I trust whatever you’re going to say because I know that you’re a good person. Listen to me, you might be afraid to say the truth or confess it, but know that I’m only trying to help you out here. Don’t be scared to open up, and stop trying to cover up for the people who are putting you through such hell. Your life is on the line, and I’m willing to make sure you come out of this soon.”Courtney’s gaze flickered, and she slowly loosened her grip. There was

“Are we there yet?”Freya inquired, excitement dancing in her tone. Orson had successfully dragged her out of the house by announcing that he had a surprise for her.And she had no idea what it could be.“Not yet,” his husky voice chimed, and his hands guided her inside the premises of where their car had pulled up.She had her eyes covered with his hands, carefully taking steps with his guidance and rules.Within her, butterflies swam beneath her stomach, and sparks of sensations shot through her body.She couldn’t decipher what he had in mind, but excitement was popping in her heart.Since she could barely see anything with her eyes closed, Freya tried to inhale the air to see if there would be clues of what he was trying to do.Baked cookies, and the sweet scent of ice cream wafted through her nostrils. It had to be a restaurant—that was her first guess.They kept walking for minutes, and Freya was silently regretting the heels she’d opted for instead of the sandals that had been he

“I need your help with something.”Orson spoke in a serious tone, standing in front of Ryan with both hands inside his pockets.Ryan stood with his shoulders squared, unsure of what Orson wanted. His eyes bore into Ryan’s, and he held a defiant look on his face.“You can tell me what you want,” Ryan responded in respect, like he’d always done. “Whatever it is, I’ll try my best to do it.”Orson finally spread a smile over his pursed lips, his hands reaching for Ryan’s shoulders to pat gently.“Be my best man for my wedding. I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”Ryan held back his surprise for the next few seconds. His eyes widened at the request, and he found a knot tightening in his chest.He knew one thing for sure. If Orson wanted him to be his best man, then Freya would definitely ask Elena to be part of her bridesmaids too.And that could only mean another thing—they were going to see each other again in a crowded space. Somewhere he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his eyes and hands

The next day, Freya set out to the bridal shop. Things had gotten hectic and always left her busy, cranky, and tired.Her schedule for the day was jam-packed. She had lots of shopping to do and also had to try out her wedding dress at the bridal shop.Elena texted to meet her at the mall when she was done. So, Freya was rushing to get things done early before she lost track of time.She took the car out, feeling a bit weak, but had no other choice than to keep going. Freya had barely driven a few miles away from the pack when chaos descended.Masked men attacked her after pulling up in front of her car. Freya’s heart began to thump heavily in her chest. She refused to believe that history was repeating itself.Why?No matter how hard she tried to brush off her fears, they always found a way to sneak right back into her mind.Panic began to set in as she gripped the steering wheel. She shut her eyes momentarily, silently wishing that it was just a nightmare that would vanish after blink

Freya’s mind was ruminating with several thoughts. It felt like they were about to make a wrong move that would cost so many lives and things.That fateful day, she was having a conversation with Orson, her hands jerking with the spiraling thoughts.“I—I think we need to retract and think things through a bit.”Orson stared at her curiously, his eyebrows furrowing. Her voice and expression were downcast, and her lips were tightened.It appeared like she was harboring thoughts that weren’t positive. And from the sound of her voice, she felt… drained.He could tell from a glance that she was stressed and edgy because of the recent occurrence. Still, he wanted her to keep holding up with unrefined thoughts.He searched her eyes, realizing the unshed tears she was holding back. Her once golden eyes felt darkened and clouded, and he tried to pacify her with a low, encouraging voice.“What do you mean?”“The wedding,” she breathed out quietly, her eyes twitching. “Don’t you think we need to