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

would be on alert

little louder. The door

my eyes, I press my ear to the door,

can hear my own heart… the sound of

and

call a little louder, my voice ringing in the silent hallway.

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hear a muffled

“Mom?”

isn’t right, and my senses are screaming at

I slowly put distance between myself

My back hits the wall opposite and I

Zaia… you got

into it. A surge of orange aura surrounds me, and the door

the carpeted floor and hope no one heard the thud. Even if there is

almost stops when I see

gets to

arms and legs are tied behind her back, and she’s gagged. She’s lost a lot of weight and bruises fresh and

the bed and worry envelops

My heart is pounding as I rush to her side, unable

as I untie her quickly.

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

from the odour she has not bathed in a

ask, my voice shaking as I remove the cloth from

her sit and I realise one of her arms is broken and the

knows what

my child!” She

She needs

to rush to the bathroom when she calls me.

she whispers, her voice full of fear and