Todos los capítulos de The moon lied- She chose the beast.: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

POV: Kang SeraLife inside Dragunov Manor slowly returned to normal after the attack.Or at least, it pretended to.The damaged walls were rebuilt overnight, seamless, as though the explosion had never touched them at all. The servants returned to their quiet, practiced routines. The guards resumed their posts along the corridors, straight-backed and silent, exactly as they had stood before the gunfire ever shattered the calm.Everything looked untouched.Sera felt the wrongness of it before she could name it. A house didn't heal this fast. People didn't either.Nobody mentioned the attack. Not once.Not the housekeeper who dusted the same hallway where a bullet had cracked through marble, her hand moving in slow, practiced circles over the exact spot as if she'd been trained not to notice it. Not the guards who had fought through smoke and fire only days earlier, their faces blank and composed each morning as though nothing at all had happened beneath their watch. Not even Niko

POV: Kang SeraSera had stopped pretending to herself that she wasn't watching him.Three nights now, she'd tracked the pattern quietly, careful never to ask a direct question that might close a door already barely cracked open. Every few nights, always past eleven, Arsen vanished from the manor without a word to anyone. No guards trailing behind him, or destination logged anywhere she could find. And each time, the following morning, his security team carried on as though he'd never left at all, as though the empty hours belonged to no one.Tonight was one of those nights.She stood near the window in the second-floor hallway a little after eleven, watching the front drive, waiting to see if the pattern would hold. Her fingers curled around the sill, cold under her palms. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small, reckless thought had been building for days now.Follow him.She hadn't decided yet whether she meant to act on it. She was still turning the idea over, testing its wei

POV: Kang SeraThe doctor's death had changed something in Arsen, though he'd never admit it out loud.Sera noticed it in the small things. The way he skipped breakfast two mornings running. The way his office door stayed closed longer than usual, the light beneath it burning well past midnight. He answered her questions when she asked them, but the answers came shorter now, clipped at the edges, like every word cost him more than he had to spare.She didn't push.She'd learned enough about this man to know that pressing on a wound before he was ready to show it only made him retreat further. So instead, she found other ways to ease the weight sitting on his shoulders. She reviewed the household accounts Nikolai usually brought to him. She handled two minor disputes among the kitchen staff before they reached his desk at all. She rescheduled a meeting with a nervous supplier without asking Arsen to spare the time for it.She did it quietly. She wanted nothing in return. She simply ha

POV: Arsen DragunovThe delegates from three allied syndicates arrived by midmorning, filling the long conference room with the particular tension of men who trusted numbers more than each other, and trusted neither more than themselves.Arsen took his seat at the head of the table. Sera sat beside him, spine straight, hands folded over a closed folder she hadn't opened yet.He'd expected some reaction, though hadn't expected it this fast."Dragunov." An older man near the far end, silver rings on three fingers, didn't bother lowering his voice for the benefit of anyone still settling into their chairs."I understood this was a strategic meeting.""It is.""Then why is your wife sitting at a table meant for men who run empires."The man's mouth curved, thin, and not entirely unkind, which somehow made it worse."No offense intended, of course. But she's a decorative signature on a contract. Nothing more."A few quiet laughs rippled down the table. Not everyone laughed. Arsen noted, wi

POV: Dora VolkovThe apartment cost more than it should have, mostly because of the view. Dora hadn't cared about the price.She'd cared about the window facing east, the one that looked directly down over the gates of Dragunov Manor, and she'd paid it without letting herself hesitate, the way she'd trained herself not to hesitate over anything that mattered.She'd been watching from it for six weeks now. Her shoulders had learned the shape of that chair. Her eyes had learned the exact angle of the gate before her mind fully woke each morning.The notebook sat open on the small table beside her, pages filled with careful, cramped handwriting, ink pressed hard enough in places to show through the back of the page.Times. Dates. Patterns. Guard rotation shifts at 6am and 6pm. Kitchen deliveries Tuesdays and Fridays. The wife leaves the east balcony light on until nearly midnight most nights.She wrote it all down because writing it down felt like doing something, even when doing somethi