I Am The Luna

Chapter 0233

I keep my pace steady as I slowly make my way to the doors to unlock them with my key, placing the bags down first, with my hand on my hip, just as I have seen our housekeeper do for years. If someone is watching us or has cameras, I can’t let

anyone suspect us..

Almost inside…

This place is heavily guarded outside, but inside I will be fine.

It’s extremely quiet, and I place the bags into the coat closet before I begin searching

around the house for Mom. I know the staff has been in and out, but as far as I know,

Mom has refused to leave the house since our falling out.

If she thought that would make me come back, she was wrong. I can’t forgive her for

all her lies. Yes, I love her. She is my mom, after all.

There’s complete silence, which means not even the staff is here… I was told I’d be

notified if Mom left the house. I have heard nothing, so where is she?

I hurry up the stairs when I find she is not anywhere downstairs and head towards

her bedroom. I knock on the door lightly, waiting for an answer, but there is nothing.

I frown, trying the door handle. It’s locked.

Is she asleep?

I knock again.

“Mom?” I whisper, glancing towards the stairs, hoping no one showed up like the

guards would be

I call a little louder. The door is locked. She must be

my eyes, I press my ear to the door, trying to focus on any sound.

on my surroundings. I can hear my own heart…

outside… and

my voice ringing in the silent

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I hear

“Mom?”

isn’t right, and my senses are screaming

focus on the door as I slowly put distance between myself and

the wall opposite and I inhale slowly.

you got this.

a deep breath as I run at the door and slam my shoulder into it. A surge of orange aura surrounds me, and the door is ripped off its

one heard the thud.

look up and my heart almost stops when I see Mom lying on

gets to

arms and legs are tied behind her back, and she’s gagged. She’s lost a

see bloodstains on the bed and worry

My heart is pounding as I rush to

I untie

in her swollen bruised eyes, old make–up streaks cover her face, and

tell from the odour she has not bathed in

voice shaking as I remove the

as I try to help her sit and I realise one of her arms

what

leave. Leave my

look around. She needs water!

to rush to the bathroom when she calls me.

whispers, her voice full of fear and urgency.