All Chapters of THE SILENT LUNA’S REVENGE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The entire journey home, I kept staring at the messages on my phone.You should have listened to Elena.Livia is not the only person who was told to forget that night.The words followed me even after Brandon pulled into the driveway. Whoever had sent them knew we had found the bracelet, knew about Livia's call, and somehow knew that we were going to question our mother.I slipped my phone into my pocket and stepped out of the car.“Serena, wait.” Brandon caught up with me near the entrance. “Before we go inside, we need to agree on something. We don't accuse Elena of anything until we hear her explanation.”I looked at him. “I'm not going to accuse her. But she knew about the third child, Brandon. She warned us not to look for that child before we even knew Livia existed.”“I remember.”“And now Livia has told us to ask about the night the twins were born. How am I supposed to ignore that?”“You shouldn't.” His expression softened. “I'm only asking you to let her speak.”Isabella sto

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph of the nurse standing beside my mother. Her name was Mara, according to the stranger who had contacted me, and she had apparently not acted alone when one of the children was removed from the hospital.By morning, I had read the messages so many times that I could recite them without looking at my phone.**Because I was there that night.**Those six words could change everything.At six o'clock that evening, we were supposed to meet the person who had sent them. I had no intention of walking blindly into a trap, but I wasn't willing to let fear send another lead into hiding.Brandon arrived in the living room just after noon, carrying a folder of documents.“I found the hospital's former name and the company that purchased the building,” he said. “The company was dissolved several years ago, but one of its directors is still alive.”“Does he know anything about the birth records?”“I haven't spoken to him yet. I'm tryin

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph from the box Elena had kept hidden for years. The woman standing outside the hospital, the baby wrapped in a pale blanket, and the words written on the back kept returning to my mind.*Private transfer.*Someone had gone to great lengths to keep that child’s identity hidden. Yet after all these years, someone was sending us messages, guiding us toward answers while warning us to stop investigating.By morning, I had made my decision.“We’re going to the address,” I told Brandon as he entered the sitting room. “If Daniel’s name is connected to the old records office, we can verify that ourselves. We don’t have to contact him until we know whether he actually belongs in this story.”Brandon stopped beside the table. “You mean we check the location first?”“Exactly. I don’t want to chase another name because someone sends us a message.”He nodded approvingly. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about that too. We

For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood my mother.Someone from our own family.Those words seemed to hang in the air, heavier than any accusation she could have made. Brandon stopped moving. Isabella slowly lowered the bracelet she had been examining, while I stared at Elena, waiting for her to explain what she meant.“Mum,” I said carefully, “who was standing outside your hospital room?”Elena shook her head, pressing both hands against her temples.“I can remember the person's shadow beneath the door. I remember hearing a familiar voice speaking to the woman who brought the document. But I couldn't see their face.”“Then how do you know it was someone in our family?” Brandon asked.“Because of what they said.”My stomach tightened.“What did they say?”Elena swallowed painfully.“They told the woman that I must not be allowed to change my mind.”Isabella gasped.“Change your mind about what? The document? The child?”“I don't know!” Elena cried. “I have spent years trying to re

“Livia.”My mother's whisper followed me all the way to the front door.I stood motionless, trying to make sense of what she had just told us. The baby she had brought home after the accident had been named Livia before my father changed her name.But that baby had grown up as me.Which meant that somewhere in the years between my birth and the accident, someone had decided that one child's identity belonged to another.And if Elena was telling the truth, my father had been the person who made that decision.“Brandon,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady, “we need to go.”He grabbed his car keys from the table.Isabella remained beside our mother, looking as though she wanted to ask a hundred questions but was afraid of what the answers might reveal.“Mum, are you coming with us?” I asked.Elena shook her head.“I can't.”“Why not?”She looked toward the broken window.“Because if the person who sent that message knows we're going to Crestwood Manor, they'll be expecting us. So