I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

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.

didn’t understand. If she hated me so much and couldn’t stand me, why would she be nice to

him, Andrea. Don’t force me to kill

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. Enzo raised an eyebrow. “How come you can’t even hold your fork properly? Do you want me

was done for. Melissa’s hatred and jealousy towards me must have deepened, 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. He was my mate, and I had the natural desire to live with him

life too much. I didn’t want to die, much

own. It also belonged to my mother, who

dishes in the kitchen

strong, powerful arms

mine and gently rubbed against it. I could even feel his stubble on my

sweet scent of wine surrounded me again, and I felt a little

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

ruin his shirt. So, I didn’t push him away the moment I could but went to wash my hands instead. I don’t know what kind of hint my actions gave him, but he suddenly became elated. He kept trailing gentle kisses on my ears and the side of my neck Oh my god, what was he doing?! I didn’t bother drying my hands and reached

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

at him angrily. “No… No kisses?” Enzo asked me. He looked so innocent that it made me feel like I was guilty by pushing him away. However, I wasn’t that far gone. I gritted my teeth and

couldn’t stop my stuttering either. I wasn’t used to speaking, but for some reason, I had the desire to express myself with words when I