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.

every word poisoned.

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

spark glittering in her eyes. "Go in and wreck that

sent a silent

hung up, as calm as if she'd just handled some minor

soundlessly down

nightlight, the child looked peaceful in

her eyes empty of

reached out, her fingers brushing Charlie's temple in a slow, rhythmic motion,

and turn, caught in a tangle of

broke the silence, trembling with fear.

satisfied smile curled on Luna's lips-like a puppeteer

picked up her

inton

thought,

instantly slipping

the phone tore through the quiet of the

Charles

the dark. His eyes turned cold,

screen-Luna's inside

his heart still iced over from

It was true.

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