I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The crushing pressure on the back of my foot was so painful that it traveled through my body. Cold sweat crept out on the back of my neck. However, the pain I felt did not all come from that. Part of the pain came from my heart. The more Melissa hurt me, the more my heart hurt.

For 19 years, I’ve treated her as my salvation. She was reason I still held hope to this world, and now that reason was gone.

Our 20 years of friendship was nothing compared to a man.

I felt betrayed

I glanced at Melissa. She hadn’t bothered to disguise the malice or hatred in her eyes. For a moment, I felt that she had deliberately created a false sense of friendship between us. In fact, she had never once regarded me as a friend.

I suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when I was scrubbing the floor, Melissa had told Ellen to let me take her place in this marriage and that she didn’t want to marry that devil. That Enzo wasn’t good enough for her anyway and that I was just their slave and it would be more suitable for me to marry him instead, but she only wasn’t sure if Enzo would like me because I wasn’t as pretty as her.

I hadn’t given it much thought back then because I thought Melissa had said those things out of fear of the upcoming marriage. But now, I suddenly felt that she meant every word of it.

To her, I’ve always been a slave who couldn’t compare to her.

me so much and couldn’t stand me, why would she be nice to me

Don’t

I dropped the fork in my hand. “What’s wrong?” Enzo asked, looking at me. I shook my head and forced myself to smile at him, indicating that I was okay.

and she must be tempted to skin me alive right now. The fear I felt towards Melissa manifested in my attitude towards Enzo, as I subconsciously moved away from him, even pushed my plate further from him. Enzo’s smile froze on his face. He looked at me for a second and even tugged on my clothes underneath the table, trying to get me to come around. I had to admit that I longed for him.

I valued my life too much. I didn’t want to die, much less by

belonged to my mother, who fought

the dishes in the

arms came

it. I could even feel his stubble on my cheeks. “Stop wiping the dishes. I want to take you out,” he whispered into my

me again, and I

the feel of his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the outline of his muscles and

 

my hands instead. I don’t know what kind of

  • I turned around and pushed him away, then stood about two meters away from him.

I couldn’t stop shivering from his kisses and stared at him angrily. “No… No kisses?” Enzo asked me. He looked so innocent that it made me feel like I

used to speaking, but for some reason, I

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