I Am The Luna

Chapter 0272

ZAIA.

Agatha had to be knocked unconscious because she refused to go silently and until

the cameras were all found, I did not trust her trying to alert someone on the way

out, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they had already gotten wind of what had

happened.

Aran and I are now in Agatha’s room as he looks at the items around the room. Some of which I had commanded two of my guards to pack into a box, including the cards. and some memory sticks, whilst I had Jai take her laptop to pass to Atticus to see if

there is anything else on it.

Aran has not said a word and I am waiting for him to start the conversation, and as important as this is, I am losing a lot of blood, but he looks too distracted to notice.

“It’s hard to believe,” he finally says, as he sighs heavily.

“It is… even I didn’t want to believe it,” I reply quietly.

“It has become exhausting. I knew Sebastian was a bad egg from the start.” He says contemptuously. “Who knows how long he and Agatha were planning this, or if he was the one who manipulated his mother to do this?”

“I don’t think so. She was clearly in on this before Sebastian was even born, and she is also Gaultier’s biological mother. I’m assuming it was probably via surrogacy unless she has been pregnant more than once?”

“Another child… No, I think surrogacy makes sense. She has not been pregnant aside from with Sebastian. But she has been sick for a while. I would never have thought she’d be doing anything but enjoying her life and living in peace…”

What exactly is she suffering with?” I ask.

but she was told to

He

it might be true, but she definitely used it

+15 BONUS

he looks around the room. “In all my years, this is the

was her space and I respected that,

here and plotting…

he takes a book off the shelf.

Zaia?” he asks quietly

and I don’t doubt it. I plan to win.

before looking down at the

all. If you need anything from me, I

I will understand if you’d rather I

he leaves the

deciding to go through the shelves just

my jacket and pull up my top,

of

I go to the closet and pull out a bedsheet. They’re

they always used to be. I tear a long strip and

waist when my vision spins, but I need

glance at the

Jai’s number.

“Hey.” He says.

every inch of Agatha’s

I say, pressing the fabric