Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 89: 2 Truths, 1 Lie
Abby

“Gerald, Abby, would one of you care to explain what’s going on?”

Karl’s voice is somehow exceedingly calm, juxtaposed against the chaotic energy filling the room. I feel

like I’ve just stepped into a scene that I never should have witnessed with my own eyes, like a

complete stranger in a home that I once used to rule.

Gerald wastes no time with his explanation. “I found her in your private office upstairs, sir,” he

announces, as if he’s just solved a great mystery. “She was reading your emails, going through your

personal computer.”

Karl turns toward me, his face covered in a puzzled expression. “Abby? Is this true?”

I nod, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, to an extent. But—”

Suddenly, Gerald butts in before I can finish. “Sir, I’ve always suspected she’s a spy for another pack,

and this just further proves my point.”

My jaw drops open, incredulous. I whirl around to face Gerald, wincing against his iron grip on my arm.

“Really, Gerald? A spy? Are you losing your marbles? What pack would I even be spying for, and

why?”

He sneers, his eyes turning into two narrow slits of suspicion. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s no secret

I’ve had my eye on you for years. Your behavior has always been…off. Perhaps you even plotted with

that gardener—what was his name? The one who has conveniently run away—to create this ‘cheating’

fiasco as a distraction.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It feels like I’ve just stepped into some sort of parallel universe, one

where wild accusations are flung around like confetti.

“Gerald, you’re completely delusional,” I fire back, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and

disbelief. “I’ve never done any such thing. You’re so busy playing detective that you’re seeing

conspiracies where there are none!”

Gerald scoffs. “Ha! As if I don’t—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of

falls silent, like a

casually on the desk behind

I witnessed between her

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

new

and for a brief

Then he

voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

entirely sure who to believe

there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is

like iron

Karl,” I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

to turn

narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

emails?” he

mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I

steal anything.”

this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

Gerald.

sounding incredulous. “Are

Karl’s voice is low, stern,

he’s

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting

the whole scene unfold like

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

and thieves

of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

his eyes flashing with something that looks a

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me

floor. Gerald

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes

I refuse to let

I murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me. “Abby,

scared to see the expression on his

if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares of

dinner guests.

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