The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 205

**Between the Wings of Twilight Lies the Memory of You**
**by Liren Ava Roen**

“Listen closely,” I hissed, my voice low and threatening. “If you dare to ruin this for me, I will unleash chaos at your family’s estate. I promise you, no one will find a moment of peace. Do you understand?”

Steven stood there, his brow furrowed as if he were weighing the consequences of my words. A flicker of resentment crossed his features, darkening his eyes. At last, with a reluctant sigh, he nodded, but not before he seized my wrist in a firm grip.

“Don’t let him touch you. You need to come find me afterward,” he instructed, his voice laced with urgency.

I nodded vigorously, desperation coursing through me as I gently pushed him toward the opening that led outside. The moment he disappeared from view, the relentless pounding on the door began anew, echoing through the room like an ominous drumbeat. My expression hardened, resolve crystallizing within me. I quickly dialed a number, my heart racing, then pulled a small object from my pocket and swung the door open.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, I locked my gaze onto the rotund man waiting outside, a sly smile curling my lips.

“I like a man who can last,” I purred, my voice dripping with allure. “You should take something. If you have your own, that’s splendid. If not, I’m happy to share mine.”

His eyes lit up, a glimmer of greed sparking within them. “I have some, I have some! I’ll take it now!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels in excitement.

As he hurried off to fetch his pill, my expression turned cold as ice. I swiftly placed the object from my pocket in a discreet corner of the room, ensuring it was hidden from view. When he returned, I had regained my playful demeanor, running a hand through my hair as if nothing were amiss.

“Draw the curtains, turn off the lights,” I commanded, my tone casual yet authoritative.

He rushed to comply, eager to please. Seizing the opportunity, I picked up a nearby vase and brought it crashing down onto the floor, the sound shattering the silence like a thunderclap.

The crash reverberated through the room, sharp and jarring.

I slipped out through the bathroom, my heart pounding with adrenaline, and opened the video feed app linked to the room, my eyes glued to the screen.

Inside, the room was engulfed in darkness. The fat man was stumbling around, his voice laced with anxiety as he called out for me, confusion thick in his tone.

Then, the door creaked open, and Janice’s voice, laced with concern, whispered, “Zachary, are you okay?”

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