The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 Her new plan for Rowena

_Virella’s POV_

Theo called at nine, just like he said he would.

“Same place as before,” he said. “The Velour Grand. I’m already in the lounge.”

“We’ll be changing location. That place isn’t where I want anymore. freёweɓnovel.com

I looked at my figure that had been damaged a bit by pregnancy, and I cursed Kaelen for it.

But It didn’t matter anymore. I had gotten what I needed from it.

I drove to the bar and walked into the lounge and found him at a corner table, already two drinks in, watching the door the way he always watched everything with a bored look.

He smiled when he saw me.

“You look good,” he said, standing to pull out my chair.

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true.”

I sat down. The lounge had the low lighting that places like this always had, designed to make everyone look slightly better than they actually were, and music underneath the conversation that kept things private without anyone having to lower their voice too much.

“How’s the situation with the trademark suit,” he said. ƒreewebɳovel.com

“Frozen accounts. Cole’s gone dark. He’s panicking.” I picked up the drink that was already waiting for me, the one he’d ordered before I arrived, knowing exactly what I liked. “It’s working better than I thought it would.”

“I told you it would,” Theo said. “The registration was clean. There’s nothing for his lawyer to find that points back.”

“To you,” I said. “Or to me.”

“To either of us,” he said, smiling.

Yes, I’d been responsible for the trademark issues, and I wasn’t going to rest until I destroyed Kaelen.

We talked for a while. About the business mostly, the parts I’d let him help arrange, the structure of it that he’d built with the patience of a man who had been waiting years for an opportunity like this one. He liked being useful to me. He had always liked being useful to me, since we were nineteen, since before I’d ever looked at him as anything more than a friend who happened to love me quietly and consistently.

I let him think it meant more than it did.

That was the arrangement, even if neither of us had ever said it out loud in those exact terms.

“I hate Rowena so much, that I want her dead.” I muttered, sipping my drink.

He raised a brow and smiled.

“Are you sure about that one?”

I nodded.

“Help me make arrangement for it. I really don’t like her.”

“That’s a Marchioness.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I want her gone, or at least paralyzed. I want her to either be or a vegetable.”

He smiled and didn’t say anything more, but I knew he got it.

He got what I was saying.

We talked about the process and everything included.

Then at some point his hand found mine on the table.

I let it stay there.

He leaned in slowly, giving me every opportunity to pull back, and I didn’t pull back, and his mouth met mine softly in the corner of the lounge.

I closed my eyes and let it happen.

It wasn’t about him. It had never really been about him, not in the way he wanted it to be. It was about the version of myself that got to decide things for once, that got to use someone instead of being used, that got to walk away from a marriage where I had been quietly diminished for months and finally hold something that resembled power in my own two hands.

Theo pulled back first this time, glancing toward the lounge entrance.

“Someone’s looking over here,” he said quietly.

I followed his gaze. A couple near the bar, not paying particular attention, but enough that the comfort of the corner table suddenly felt thinner than it had a moment ago.

“Let’s go,” I said.

We left through the side entrance, the one that led out to the narrow service alley between the club and the building next to it, dimly lit and mostly empty at this hour. The cold air hit me the moment we stepped outside and I pulled my coat tighter.

Theo turned to me in the alley.

“I don’t like sneaking around like this,” he said. “You know that.”

“I know.”

“I’d rather just be with you properly. Out in the open. Not hiding in alleys behind clubs.”

“I know that too,” I said.

He looked at me for a long moment in the half-light, and then he kissed me again, aggressively, hand at the side of my face, and I let myself stay in it because it was easier than thinking about everything else waiting for me back at the mansion.

My phone buzzed against my hip.

I pulled back slightly and glanced at the screen without fully stepping away from him.

Kaelen.

I looked at his name on the screen and felt nothing close to guilt. Just a flat, distant kind of awareness, the way you might notice rain starting outside a window you had no intention of opening.

I declined the call.

I put the phone away.

Theo was watching me. “Your husband?”

“It’s fine,” I said.

“Does he know,” he said. Not really asking. Just curious.

“No,” I said. “And he’s not going to find out. Not yet.”

“When, then.”

“When it matters,” I said. “When it does the most damage.”

Theo studied my face for a moment.

“You really hate him,” he said. It wasn’t a judgment. It was plain and a little impressed.

“I hate what he did,” I said. “I hate that he hit me. I hate that he sat in a room with his grandmother and told her he never loved me while I stood in the doorway holding her medication.” I kept my voice even. “And I hate that even after all of that, even after everything, he’s still in love with someone else. He has been the entire time. I was just convenient.”

Theo reached up and touched my cheek gently.

“You deserve better than convenient,” he said.

“I know,” I said. “I’m working on it.”

He smiled at that, slow and warm.

My phone buzzed again.

I didn’t look at it this time.

Instead, I turned around and directly pulled my dress up to bunch around my waist.

“I know this sounds to abrupt, but I’ve been sex starved. Kaelen doesn’t love me enough to even satisfy me. Please, help.”

A smile graced Theo’s face and before I could process what was about to happen, he slapped my butt and leaned in to kiss my neck.

His fingers didn’t waste time reaching under to move my underwear to the side and exposing my already wet pussy.

“We’ll be quick then.” He murmured and slipped three fingers inside me at once, rocking my world.