The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 636

The garden lights slipped through the heavy curtains, cutting harsh shadows across Luna's face.

She was like a viper lying in wait beneath the rocks, silent and deadly, her eyes fixed on the taillights of Charles's car as they split the night in two, carrying Evelyn away until both were swallowed by the darkness.

In those beautiful eyes, a storm of bitterness and resentment brewed, dark enough to devour everything in its path.

Tomorrow was the semi-final of the Sterling International Jewelry Competition.

Luna had planned this to perfection-dropping the bombshell that the kid was still alive right before the contest, just to watch Evelyn squirm. That woman she loathed with every fiber of her being.

All for this moment.

She wanted Evelyn's heart thrown into turmoil, drowning her in guilt and pain until she couldn't even hold a paintbrush steady.

Wasn't Evelyn supposed to love that kid above all else?

The child's fearful looks, the desperate cries—those were the sharpest knives, enough to tear apart whatever scraps of motherly love and resolve Evelyn had left, leaving her obsessed and frantic, incapable of thinking about anything but her child.

This was Luna's game, and she'd played every card exactly right.

But damn it-

The cold glow of her phone lit up Luna's twisted features, her fingers digging into the device.

Evelyn hadn't cracked. She was still acting calm, still getting ready for the competition.

Luna hissed, every word poisoned. She'd never

encrypted number, her voice cold and sharp. "Target: Manhattan Grand Hotel, room 2808. Wait

in and wreck that woman's hand. Understand? Wreck it. Make sure she

sent a silent hunt

if she'd just handled some

turned and glided soundlessly down the hall to Charlie's

the soft glow of the nightlight, the child

gazed down, her eyes empty of

temple in a slow, rhythmic

twist and turn, caught in a tangle of bad

silence, trembling

Luna's lips-like a puppeteer pulling every string

up her

inton

second thought,

face instantly slipping

shrill ring of the phone tore through the quiet of the

Charles

the dark. His eyes turned

screen-Luna's

just hung up with Andrew, his heart still iced over from what

It was true.

were cases where,