Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 Trapped and Unmasked

Cecilia ’s pov

I sit with Harper on the broken velvet arm of a faded red bench, our wrists and ankles bound tight enough that I can feel worry chafing at bone.

A low, yellow light seeps through a cracked window. The air smells like oil and rain.

We don’t say a word.

I try to keep my face calml. Just another visit.

The TV mutters in the background, playing some old 90s suspense movie.

Each sharp note in the soundtrack pulls my nerves tighter.

The clock on the wall ticks in awkward jerks, and the whole building feels like it’s holding its breath.

Suddenly, a long creak slices through the quiet.

The front door opens.

I hear footsteps. Heels scrape across the floor.

I turn my head. It’s Daisy.

She’s standing in the doorway. The light’s behind her. She looks pale. Too calm.

Daisy closes the door behind her. No rush. No fear. Just that polished, perfect mask.

I shift, making sure she sees my raw wrists, the thick tape around our ankles.

I tip my chin. I want her to notice everything.

Finally, I whisper, my voice tight and fast.

"Daisy, how did you find us ? Where’s Sebastian ? Did he send you ? Please...get us out of here."

She doesn’t even look at the tape.

Just gives me a neat, businesslike smile.

"The butler called. Said if I brought the money, you’d both be released."

Her tone’s light, but her eyes scan the room like she’s taking inventory.

"Where’s your kidnapper ? I’d like a word."

I flick my eyes toward the bedroom, teeth clenched.

"Does it matter ? We have to go. Now. Before they come back."

She sees me shaking. For a moment, her expression changes.

There’s something in her eyes. Maybe jealousy. Maybe hate.

She reaches out and brushes a curl off my cheek. Her fingers are cold.

"Don’t worry," she says softly. "I came to help. I’m not leaving you."

"Thank you," I whisper.

Daisy turns away, hiding a tiny smile. She heads toward the bedroom.

Harper’s voice cuts the air like glass. "Mrs. Daisy."

Daisy doesn’t stop. Just tilts her chin a little.

Harper straightens beside me, arms still bound, her whole body rigid.

"If you’re really here to help," she says, voice icy, "maybe start by untying us ?"

Daisy smiles politely.

"I’d love to, but I need scissors. And unless you see a pair lying around..."

She says it like she’s joking at brunch. Calm. Practiced.

Harper’s voice rises.

"How convenient. We’re here because your butler and your family doctor dragged us out of a hotel.

Not because we felt like going on some late-night adventure. Maybe try doing something useful. Like calling for help ?"

Daisy finally looks at her. Still no worry in her face.

"I know exactly why you’re here."

Harper shifts in her seat. Her chair creaks.

"You’re in on this," she breathes. Accusation sharp in her tone.

Her voice is smooth. Too smooth. Like polished glass waiting to crack.

I don’t flinch. Not yet.

I tilt my head, calm but curious.

"So Maggie wants me breathing... and you want me gone ?"

Daisy gives a small smile. It almost looks kind. Almost.

"Exactly."

I nod slowly, like I’m trying to understand. "Why ? What could I have possibly done to you ?"

She takes her time. She walks a few slow steps across the room, arms loose at her sides. Then she turns back. Her eyes are flat. Her voice is stripped of everything but spite.

"Because you slept with Sebastian," she says. She spits the words like they taste wrong. "And now... you’re carrying his child."

I raise an eyebrow. Just slightly. Not shocked. Not broken. Just... interested.

Inside, the pieces are clicking into place. She’s finally saying what we needed her to say.

"So that’s what this is about."

"Do you even get what that means ?" Daisy keeps going. "Sebastian is my cousin. He was never supposed to fall for anyone. Especially not someone like you. He’s always been distant. Cold. Untouchable. But now ? You messed that up. You ruined him. That’s why you need to go."

I barely find my voice. "That’s not true. You’re lying."

She lets out a low, bitter laugh.

"I warned him about you. When you vanished, I told him. You know what he did ? Nothing. He barely reacted. He looked... relieved. So don’t kid yourself. He doesn’t care. And don’t blame me. I’m still giving you more mercy than Maggie ever would."

Then Daisy speaks again, and her words buzz in my ears.

"You’re not special, Cecilia." Her voice is almost kind. "If you’d just left quietly, you’d still be breathing. But no. You had to interfere. You had to play innocent."

She gives me one last look. Not quite pity. Not quite hate. Just... satisfaction.

Then she lifts her wrist, checks her watch in the fading light. The room feels colder.

"Maggie wants you alive."

"I just want you gone."