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 on purpose? Didn’t she

Don’t force me to

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

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

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

life was not only my own. It also belonged to my mother, who fought to

breakfast, I wiped the dishes in the kitchen

strong, powerful arms came

gently rubbed against it. I could even feel his stubble on my cheeks. “Stop wiping the dishes. I want

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

the feel of his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the outline of his muscles and the firm, toned flesh

 

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

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

as though he didn’t understand my behavior. I covered the back of my neck. I couldn’t stop shivering from his kisses and stared at him angrily. “No… No kisses?” Enzo asked me. He looked so

couldn’t stop my stuttering either. I wasn’t used to speaking, but for some

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