Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Chapter 266 Terror in the Night

Cecilia’s pov

I sat frozen for a full minute, trying to process what I’d just seen.

Finally, I sucked in a shaky breath and reached for the phone.

My fingers trembled. My pulse was pounding in my throat.

I hit the power button. The screen lit up again.

The image was still there. Still horrifying.

Four human heads.

They were laid out neatly. Like someone meant it.On some weird mushroom-growing surface.The pieces were bloody. Cut clean. Definitely real.

The first time I saw it, I nearly dropped the phone. My stomach turned so fast I thought I might black out.

I never considered myself easily scared, but this?

This was something else.

Something no amount of mental prep could’ve softened.

Even now, knowing what I was about to see, the second look made my skin crawl.

The heads had their eyes closed, faces drenched in blood.

After taking a better look, I realized who they were: Dick, his two companions, and a woman who introduced herself as Belinda’s friend.

But Belinda? She was fake. A front.This wasn’t her work.

This came from someone higher up. The one actually running the show.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t just cruelty. It was a warning.

The message was clear: [We see you.You’re next.]

I saved the image. I didn’t want to, but I knew I’d need it as evidence.

My first instinct was to call Sebastian.

I pulled up his contact, thumb hovering over his name.

But I hesitated.He was with his family tonight.

If I called now, I’d be dragging him into this mess with them right there.

His family already didn’t trust me.The last thing I needed was to give them another reason to look down on me.

Better to wait. Just one more night.

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I tried to calm myself down.

"It’s fine," I told myself. "Just a few severed heads. Totally normal."

In reality, I didn’t sleep at all.

Every time I closed my eyes, those faces were waiting for me.

By morning, my eyes were ringed with dark circles, and my face looked like I hadn’t slept in days.

I pressed an ice pack to my skin, hoping to kill the swelling, then chugged a large iced Americano just to stay upright.

Even so, my stomach was tight and queasy as I waited for the elevator.

I rubbed it gently and winced.

The elevator dinged. I stepped in and immediately froze.

Xavier was already inside.

For a split second, I considered backing out, but he caught me mid-step.

"What am I, a ghost?" he said, grabbing my arm and yanking me inside.

He looked irritated, like he couldn’t believe I was still acting like he was the enemy.

I jerked my arm back. "Don’t flatter yourself. Ghosts are way more charming."

His jaw dropped. For once, he had no comeback.

I moved to the far corner of the elevator, putting as much space between us as I could.

My stomach turned again.

Nerves? Nausea? No idea.I gagged, just barely.

Xavier’s head snapped toward me.

His irritation disappeared, replaced by something worse. Suspicion. Obsession.

He stared, hard.

Before I could turn away, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shove him off.

The elevator doors opened, but he blocked my path, eyes wide with something close to mania.

"You’re pregnant," he said, voice trembling. "It’s Sebastian’s, isn’t it?"

"No," I said flatly.

"Don’t lie to me," he muttered. "You girls go for the pretty ones, then act surprised when they turn into psychos."

I blinked. Was I about to get life advice from a middle-aged cabbie with a dashboard covered in baseball bobbleheads? Apparently, yes.

"You want a guy with emotional stability, not abs. Someone who doesn’t chase you down the street like a crazy person. That’s how people end up on the news."

"You’re... absolutely right," I said solemnly, barely holding in a sarcastic smile.

"Trust me, he’s not even in the running anymore."

The idea of Xavier being labeled an abusive ex by a total stranger was more satisfying than it should’ve been. Let the world misjudge him for once. He earned it.

I had the driver drop me off at the office.

Sebastian and Sawyer weren’t in yet.

I popped two antacids from my bag and made a beeline for the secretarial floor. After being gone for a week, I figured someone had to remind them this was still a workplace.

The elevator ride back up was surreal. One minute I was thinking about severed heads stored in my phone, the next I was surrounded by cubicles, printers, and the smell of burnt coffee.

The contrast between corporate normalcy and the nightmare I’d been pulled into was almost comical.

How did I end up in this mess?

None of this had been in my five-year plan.

At 9:00 a.m. sharp, Sebastian arrived at the office.

He looked sharp, collected, and freshly shaved.

A few moments later, Sawyer showed up with coffee in both hands. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"I’ll take that," I said, catching him just before he knocked.

Sawyer blinked."Uh... okay?"

Pretty sure it was the first time I’d ever voluntarily played coffee runner.

I stepped into the president’s office, set the coffee on the desk, and got straight to the point.

"Alpha, are you busy? I need to talk to you..."

Before I could finish the sentence, he looked up and smiled like I’d just walked in with a bouquet of sunflowers.

"It’s only been one night since we last saw each other," he said, grinning.

"Let’s save the personal stuff for after hours, sweetheart. You’re technically on the clock."