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.

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