Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Chapter 306 The Eerie Atmosphere

Author’s pov

In the next room, Helena stood by the window with her arms crossed. Her brow was furrowed, eyes focused.

"Do you think Cece already knows?" she asked quietly.

Esther let out a slow breath and shook her head. "Hard to say. She keeps everything to herself. Even when she figures something out, she doesn’t always show it. That’s just how she is." She paused.

"When Zane came to Denver, he met with Cece more than once. He might’ve said something without meaning to. Just enough to get her thinking. And when you brought it up earlier, she probably put the pieces together."

Helena gave a slow nod. "Things tend to happen when they’re supposed to."

She had kept her promise for years.

The one she made to the Locke matriarch: protect the girl, raise her far from the family, and most of all, make sure Maggie Locke never found out the baby was alive.

Cecilia was that baby. The daughter of Zane’s late wife, Rebecca. Her mother and older brother died in the crash. She was the only one who survived. Just a baby, wrapped in a hospital blanket.

Helena’s thoughts drifted back to that night.

The hospital was in chaos, sirens blaring, nurses running, blood on the floor. The Locke matriarch had fallen to her knees, sobbing.

The smell of antiseptic still lingered in Helena’s memory. The way the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

Helena picked the baby up, wrapped her in a towel, and walked out the back door without looking back.

She drove until Colorado Springs was far behind. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She had no plans to return. Not until Esther called and said Zane was asking questions.

That was the first sign the secret was cracking.

Then came another name. Sebastian Black.

Helena knew the Black family had more than money. They had power, connections, and the kind of clout that could protect someone if things went bad.

If the truth was coming out anyway, it was better to get ahead of it. Say it first to set the tone. Don’t let Maggie control the story.

With Sebastian at Cece’s side, and support from Zane and the Locke matriarch, even Maggie wouldn’t risk doing anything reckless.

That’s why they finally agreed. Cece had a right to know. It was time for her to learn the truth. Time to take back the life that was hers from the start.

"You raised her too well," Helena said, glancing at Esther. "She doesn’t care about names or titles. She just cares about you. We should’ve told her years ago and dealt with whatever came next."

Esther’s eyes filled with tears, but she nodded.

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Meanwhile...

Sebastian had been nodding along politely for nearly an hour as VanDyck described the care and feeding of orchids in excruciating detail.

He’d learned about soil pH, misting schedules, and the exact humidity level required for ideal bloom.

VanDyck was clearly thrilled to have a captive audience. Sebastian, for his part, endured it like a champ.

He’d mastered the occasional "Oh, really?" and "That’s fascinating" with the ease of a man who’d been trapped in worse conversations.

"Cece?" she said again, stepping closer.

Cecilia was still. No blinking, no reaction. It was like she wasn’t really there.

Harper’s stomach tightened. A chill ran up her spine.

"Cece, come on," she said, softer now, like she was afraid to break something.

Harper knelt beside the bed, leaning in and waving a hand in front of her friend’s face. "Hey. Earth to Cece?"

Suddenly, Cecilia’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. In one swift motion, she yanked Harper down beside her, sitting up at the same time. Their faces were now just inches apart.

"Harper," Cecilia whispered, eyes wide, voice low and urgent.

"AHHH!" Harper shrieked, startled.

"Shh!" Cecilia clamped a hand over her mouth and wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her from bolting.

Her grip was fast but careful, like someone trying to hold a butterfly without crushing it.

Harper’s eyes bulged.

Cecilia’s grip was firm, but it wasn’t aggressive. Just urgent. Desperate.

Her hand trembled slightly where it pressed against Harper’s side. Her breath came in shallow bursts, and her voice was tight with fear.

"I need you to listen," Cecilia said, her voice still a whisper. "And I need you to stay calm."