All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Is the Hidden Heiress: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ava’s POVWe pushed through the packed crowd and made our way to the central exhibition area.A massive glass display came into view.Inside, a non-invasive cell repair pod and a prototype gene stabilization regulator stood side by side. Their silver-white metal shells threw back a cold, sterile shine. Streams of data raced across the control panels, and the indicator lights blinked in turns, making the whole setup look insanely high-tech.I stepped up to the machines, my pulse instantly picking up.This was seriously incredible.A human man in a custom-tailored suit walked over. His badge marked him as Sales Director. His hair was slicked straight back, and his eyes had that sharp, calculating look.He brushed right past me and looked straight at Adrian.“Sir, you’ve got excellent taste,” the Sales Director said, his tone dripping with flattery. “This is the finest configuration in the entire venue. It was designed specifically for top-tier medical institutions. It can greatly improv

The elevator doors slid shut in front of him.In the sealed space, the only sound left was the low hum of the air conditioner. Adrian’s arm held steady beneath my back and knees, solid as ever. Even his breathing didn’t change. I rested against his chest, listening to that hard, powerful heartbeat thudding under my ear.As the elevator shot upward, the brief weightless drop made me curl closer into him. Adrian tightened his hold without a word, locking me fully inside his space, his territory.The doors opened again. The hallway outside was covered in thick wool carpet that swallowed every footstep whole.A few human guests in formal eveningwear passed by now and then, all of them turning to stare, surprise written all over their faces as they looked us up and down. Adrian didn’t spare them even half a glance. He just kept walking, long legs steady, carrying me straight toward the end of the corridor.The penthouse suite lock clicked open.Adrian pushed the door wide with one foot, ca

Ava’s POVThe second David finished speaking, the massive crystal chandeliers above the hall went out in perfect sync. A spotlight dropped cleanly onto the main stage. Adrian held my hand and led me to the most central seat in the front row. Then he let go of my fingers, turned, and walked up the steps.I leaned back against the velvet chair and let my gaze drift across the guests around me. On my left sat an energy tycoon who practically lived on the cover of Forbes, the kind of man who had a grip on a third of North America’s natural gas pipelines.On my right was the head of a hedge fund that basically had Wall Street by the throat. One word from him could send the Nasdaq into a violent swing. These people, the same ones who ruled the human world with a flick of the wrist, had all put away their usual arrogance tonight. Every one of them sat straighter than before, eyes locked on the man walking onto that stage.I dug my nails into my palm until they hurt. Never, not once, had I so

Ava’s POV"You were not gentlemanly at all just now." She stopped in front of him, putting on a teasing face as she glanced at the splash of red wine on the floor. "She was wearing six-inch heels. Falling on a floor like that had to hurt. Couldn’t you at least reach out and steady her by the waist?"Adrian ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. Then he stretched out one long arm, hooked it around her waist, and hauled her straight into his chest."Gentlemanly behavior is for women who actually need help." He lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushing the edge of her ear. "I could tell from ten feet away she was up to no good. The fact that I didn’t walk over and break her ribs is already the kindest thing I’ve done tonight."His arm tightened, pressing her fully against the hard wall of his chest."And Ava." He looked straight into her eyes, his tone serious enough to sound like he was laying down a law. "The most basic rule for a man who has a mate is this: never l

Ava’s POVShe was completely drained, so drained she could only let Adrian clean her with maddening patience. The second his hand brushed between her thighs, her body reacted on instinct, clinging to him before she could stop it. God. This man was seriously addictive. Once he got under her skin, there was no getting him out.She fell asleep hard, the kind of deep sleep that only came after pure indulgence in the human world. Back then, they had talked more than once about rules, about what sex meant, about lines that shouldn’t be crossed. But after coming to Los Angeles, all of that had somehow faded into the background.She wanted him.He wanted her.Maybe that was the whole point of a vacation.Anyway, tomorrow it would all end, and after that, it was time to finish the war with Damon. She just hoped everything would go smoothly.The high-thread-count cotton sheets slid over her skin and sent a shiver through her. She tried to turn over, but the red welts on her inner thighs from th