Todos os capítulos de The Heartbroken Luna’s Choice: Banish Love: Capítulo 511 - Capítulo 520

Third Person's POVVictoria lifted her chin from the steering wheel and nudged Trista's shoulder. Her voice carried a hint of awe, like she was witnessing a prophecy come true in real-time. "Insane. You called it. You actually called it."Trista didn't say a word.She silently pulled her gaze back and pressed the button for the window.The dark glass slid up slowly, sealing out the salty stench of the docks, the biting late-October wind, and the two figures rushing away into the distance.She hadn't guessed.She just remembered.In her past life, the Fernandez family had been exactly like this from start to finish.Greed is an instinct carved into the marrow; a second lifetime doesn't change that.November 7th.The day before Trista's birthday.In years past, the temperature in Los Angeles would have already started to drop by this time, but the atmosphere at the Silverlight estate was always warm.For as long as Trista could remember, every birthday had been spent with Cassian.Durin

Third Person's POVLeaving the Royal Court Hotel, Cassian drove to the West Side.The bakery was hidden in an unremarkable alley with a small storefront. Warm yellow light spilled from the window, looking exceptionally quiet against the late autumn night.The owner was a human woman in her fifties, her hair pulled into a loose bun and her apron dusted with flour.When Cassian pushed the door open, the wind chimes let out a delicate cluster of tinkles.He stayed inside for nearly three hours.Flour, eggs, matcha powder, heavy cream—the most basic ingredients were weighed, stirred, and sifted repeatedly in his hands.He learned slowly, every step taken with a near-obsessive caution.The owner stood by, correcting the angle of his wrist or the rhythm of his whisking.Green matcha powder stained his cuffs, batter clung to his fingertips, and a smudge of cream caught the hem of his shirt.He was making a matcha truffle cake.It was Trista's favorite.As the cake base baked, he leaned again

Third Person's POVWilmot bolted upright from the sofa, his finger shaking as he pointed it at Cassian. He was so close his fingertip nearly grazed Cassian's chest."Cassian!" Wilmot's voice was a jagged rasp. "You're being way too ruthless!"Cassian turned and walked right up to his father.They were inches apart—close enough for Wilmot to see his own reflection in his son's pupils: pathetic, aging, and losing his mind."If an Alpha wants to build an empire, he needs a heart of stone and a killer instinct," Cassian said flatly, as if talking about someone else's life.He paused."That's another thing you taught me, Dad."Wilmot clutched his chest and stumbled back a step.Howard slowly pushed himself up.He didn't reach for his cane; instead, he used his hands to brace against the sofa armrests, hauling himself up inch by inch.His back was slightly hunched, but when he looked up at Cassian, his clouded eyes still held that razor-sharp edge of an old-guard Alpha."As long as you prom

Third Person's POVThe elevator doors slid open, and the warm hallway light flooded in, tracing a soft, glowing edge around the hem of Trista's light-colored skirt.She walked to Alaina's right while Wynn linked arms on her left, their footsteps creating a rhythmic clicking against the marble floor.The waiters pulled open the grand doors to the ballroom, and the scent of white roses hit her like a physical wave.The crisp, cool fragrance poured out of the room like liquid moonlight—like powdered snow falling on her shoulders, her hair, and her lashes.Trista stood at the entrance, frozen for a second.The edges of the stage were encrusted with white roses, their petals layered to form a soft, organic boundary.Every tier of the champagne tower was encircled by blooms, the crystal glasses reflecting the petals until it looked as if a tiny piece of white moonlight was submerged in every drink.The floor—she could barely find a place to step—was evenly blanketed in white rose petals, lo

Third Person's POVThe crowd wasn't letting up.Seeing no other way out, Fred quickly tried to pivot. "Trista, what about you? What did you get Cassian for his birthday? Let's see it!"Trista's gaze flicked toward Cassian, crashing straight into the depths of his dark eyes.They stared at each other in a heavy silence.Trista was the first to look away, a flicker of guilt crossing her face."Samantha, don't you dare let me down!" she thought.The crowd started heckling them with a suggestive edge. "Trista, are you finally going to propose to Cassian?"After all, everyone knew Trista had been chasing Cassian for years. It was the worst-kept secret in L.A.Cassian stood perfectly still, his eyes locked on Trista, swirling with an intense, raw emotion.He looked visibly nervous; his lips twitched several times, but he couldn't find the words.Just as the group started teasing again, pushing Trista toward Cassian's arms, a soft, trembling voice cut through the noise from behind the crowd,