I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 233

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 

actual housekeeper. The guards would be on alert then. 

“Mom?” I call a little louder. The door is locked. She must be inside. 

Closing my eyes, I press my ear to the door, trying to focus on any sound. My eyes 

blaze as I hone in on my surroundings. I can hear my own heart… the sound of the 

wind outside… and another heartbeat! 

“Mom!” I call a little louder, my voice ringing in the silent hallway. 

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I think I hear a muffled sound. 

“Mom?” 

Something isn’t right, and my senses are screaming at me.. 

Stepping back, I focus on the door as I slowly put distance between myself and the 

door. My back hits the wall opposite and I inhale slowly. 

Ok, Zaia… you got this. 

Encouraging myself, I take a deep breath as I run at the door and slam my shoulder into it. A surge of orange aura surrounds me, and the door is ripped off its hinges. 

I flinch as it falls onto the carpeted floor and hope no one heard the thud. Even if there is carpet, it is still loud. 

I look up and my heart almost stops when I see Mom lying on her bed, but that’s not 

what gets to me. 

Her hair is a mess, her arms and legs are tied behind her back, and she’s gagged. She’s lost a lot of weight and bruises fresh and old cover her body. She’s injured. I 

can see bloodstains on the bed and worry envelops me. 

“Mom!” My heart is pounding as I rush to her side, unable to stop my hands from 

shaking as I untie her quickly. 

There are tears in her swollen bruised eyes, old make–up streaks cover her face, and 

I can tell from the odour she has not bathed in a while. 

“Who did this!” I ask, my voice shaking as I remove the cloth from around her mouth. 

She hisses as I try to help her sit and I realise one of her arms is broken and the 

goddess knows what else. 

“Zaia, leave. Leave my child!” She croaks. 

I look around. She needs water! 

I’m about to rush to the bathroom when she calls me. 

“There’s no time, Zaia, please go,” she whispers, her voice full of fear and urgency. 

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