Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0235

Chapter 0235

Third Person POV

“Damn her! Damn her! Damn her!” Amanda screamed, slamming the door behind her.

The wedding guests were gone, though it was still early. They had fled, repelled by the tension radiating off David like a storm cloud. People had known, had sensed, that he was furious. And no amount of charm or forced laughter on Amanda’s part had been enough to salvage the evening.

This was supposed to be her dream. The culmination of everything she had wanted, everything she had fought and sacrificed to achieve. But it was ruined.

Ruined because, even now, David couldn’t stop thinking about Ella.

Even if his thoughts had curdled into bitterness and hatred, she was still there, lodged in his mind like a splinter. On their wedding day. On the day Amanda had dreamed of for longer than she could even remember.

The tears that stung her eyes weren’t the helpless tears of sadness. No, they were tears of rage, of frustration, leaking out because she had no other way to release the anger threatening to consume her.

David was drunk somewhere downstairs, sulking and whining about his “miserable lot in life,” as if marrying her had been some terrible punishment. As if their bond meant nothing.

Oh, she knew he’d apologize in the morning–he always did. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. It didn’t lessen the sting of his indifference.

It was becoming painfully clear to Amanda that if she wanted her happy ending with David, it wasn’t enough to ruin Ella’s reputation. No.

She was going to have to destroy Ella completely.

Not just her life, but her memory–so utterly and completely that nothing remained to haunt them.

The thought made Amanda laugh despite her tears, a dark and bitter sound that echoed in the empty room.

Ella POV

A warm, content silence filled the empty room. The last of our guests had finally gone, leaving Alexander and me alone in the soft glow of the candlelit space.

agreed to leave the cleanup for the morning. For now, it was just

nerves during our first dance had been impossible to shake, so I’d turned

much better. His brother and a group of his friends had kept him busy with an endless string of toasts, each one more elaborate than the last. It had left him unsteady on his feet, though

goodbye to the last of the guests, leaning on each other for support.

I said, laughing at my clumsy attempts to

deep and warm, his gaze amused as he watched me struggle. “Yes, we were the

+25 BONUS

Chapter 0235

with a teasing smile. “Now, we’re just two

Chapter 0235

Chapter 0235

Third Person POV

Damn her! Damn her!” Amanda screamed, slamming the

were gone, though it was still early. They had fled, repelled by the tension radiating off David like a storm cloud. People had known, had

wanted, everything she had fought and sacrificed to

even now, David couldn’t

there, lodged in his mind like a splinter. On their wedding day. On the

her eyes weren’t the helpless tears of sadness. No, they were tears of rage, of frustration, leaking out because she had no other way to release the anger threatening to

“miserable lot in life,” as if marrying her had been some terrible punishment. As if their

apologize in the morning–he always did. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. It didn’t lessen the sting

to Amanda that if she wanted her happy ending with David, it wasn’t enough to ruin Ella’s

was going to have to destroy Ella

her memory–so utterly and completely

laugh despite her tears, a dark and

Ella POV

the empty room. The last of our guests had finally gone, leaving Alexander and me alone in the soft

was well past midnight, and the staff had agreed to leave the cleanup for the morning. For now, it was just us, surrounded by the

cheeks warm from the champagne. My nerves during our first dance had been impossible to shake, so I’d

group of his friends had kept him busy with an endless string of toasts, each one more elaborate than the last. It had left him unsteady on his feet, though he

waved goodbye to the last of the guests, leaning on each other for support. I clutched the heavy skirts of my gown, trying