Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 18

Cecilia

Friday afternoon found me booking a flight to Iceland when Dora called again. Three days had passed since our last conversation.

1 knew she had something to teil me, though i hadn’t initiated contact.

“Hello, Mrs. Green,” I answered coolly.

“We need to meet to supplement our agreement,” she said without preamble.

“Your lawyer can handle that with mine.”

“Cecilia,” her voice hardened, “you’ve already increased the settlement from ten million to fifty million. The least you could do is sign this addendum in person. I’m waiting at Amanson Hotel-it’s discreet, not many people around.”

Amanson Hotel?

I recalled Liam’s message. Sebastian was also meeting someone at Amanson today.

What a coincidence!] A glimmer of light flashed in my eyes.

When she noticed my silence, Dora cleared her throat. “Seven o’clock tonight. If you don’t show up, we’ll stick with the original hundred million settlement.”

She hung up without waiting for my response.

I held my phone, staring at the screen thoughtfully. Harper’s warning echoed in my mind…

Was she really planning something with just two days left?

My relationship with Dora had always been cold. From the very beginning, she looked down on my family, tried to sabotage my relationship with Xavier, and barred me from living in the Blood Moon Pack estate throughout our entire marriage. At every holiday dinner, she greeted me with nothing but icy remarks and thinly veiled contempt.

Beyond that, she hadn’t done anything else particularly offensive.

This meeting was likely just another opportunity for her to intimidate me.By this point, she should have been fantasizing about how to announce the Shadow Pack-Shadow Pack combination in a high-profile way.I was still debating whether to go. If I stood my ground and refused, there wasn’t much Dora could do about it.

However, an hour later, Liam sent another text: “Cecilia, what have you decided?” I pressed my lips together. He was actually following up now?

If it weren’t so impolite, I would have just handed the suit to the property manager for delivery-Sebastian did live right upstairs from me, after all.

After some consideration,! don’t think it’s good to pretend 1 didn’t see it again. It wouldn’t do me any good to offend Sebastian. Why don’t we go back and return the suit and meet Dora on the way.

So I replied to Liam: “That works, What time would be convenient?”

His response came quickly: “Eight o’clock.”

I applied light makeup, changed clothes, and drove to my parents’ house first.

A few days ago, when Xavier confronted me at the entrance to my apartment complex, l realized i was being followed. My suspicions only grew stronger when I noticed a suspicious car parked outside the yard these past few days.

I hadn’t been on the road long when Xavier called. “Taking a nap?” he asked.

Hmph. Setting a trap for me.

I mischievously honked my horn, making Xavier wince and pull the phone away from his ear.

“Im driving to my parents’ place,” I said.

“Going to deliver that suit?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Seeing I wasn’t lying, Xavier ended the call, but instructed his surveillance to continue following me to my parents’ house.

When I arrived at my parents’ home, my father wasn’t there.

My mother, Esther-a senior scholar of werewolf culture-looked up from her notes, surprised to see me at this hour.

“Not working today?” she asked, setting aside her glasses.

“Took the day off. Caught a slight cold,” I said, touching my throat and giving a few halfhearted coughs for effect.

She frowned and stepped closer, brushing her fingers gently over my cheek.

“You’re not taking care of yourself. Look how thin your face has become.” Then, after a pause, she asked quietly, “Is Xavier treating you well?”

A mother’s intuition. No matter how carefully 1 masked it, she could sense the cracks.

“If he doesn’t treat me well, ‘ll leave him,” I replied lightly, forcing a smile.

But she didn’t smile back.

Her silence lingered longer than I expected.

Eventually, I shifted the conversation elsewhere. Asked about her research. Let her talk about the new werewolf students in her seminar. I nodded, smiled, responded just enough.

I wouldn’t tell them yet.

There was no point telling them now.

Not until the divorce was final.

No need to let them worry before they had to.

After dinner, I went to my old room and changed clothes.

I told my mother 1 was meeting a friend and would be back later that evening.

She didn’t ask who.

I leaned back leisurely. “You just said you could make changes for me. Now you’re saying it must be according to your terms. Which is it?”

Dora glared at me. “It means you must sign this today before you leave.” I didn’t get angry.

Pretending to reconsider, I said, Tll step outside to call my lawyer. If she says there are no issues, I’ll sign immediately.”

I stood up and walked out with the contract.

Once outside, 1 quickly walked away without looking back.

A sense of foreboding grew in my chest. Those clauses hidden among a dozen pages had made my scalp tingle as I read them. One clause in particular stood out: “If the divorcing party engages in improper relations with another man before the divorce, the contract will automatically become void.”

At first glance, it seemed innocuous enough. But upon further thought, it was terrifying…

I hadn’t had any improper relations with another man, but such things could easily be fabricated.

I had grossly overestimated Dora’s conscience.

Author

Dora waited until the door clicked shut behind Cecilia before reaching for her phone. Her polished nails tapped against the screen, her lips curling as the call connected.

“She’s left with the agreement.” Her voice was smooth, but beneath it ran a current of satisfaction. “Cici, can you really help me save this divorce settlement?”

On the other end, Cici’s laughter was light, almost playful. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ve arranged everything. I guarantee the Green family won’t spend a penny, and she’ll never dare try to extort you again.”

Dora exhaled, tension seeping out of her shoulders, “That’s wonderful, Cici. You’re so capable. It’s all up to you now.”

“Leave it to me, Auntie.”

The call ended, and Dora leaned back in her chair, lifting her teacup to her lips. The steam curled around her face, but her smile was sharp, unbothered. Tomorrow night’s charity gala would be perfect-no more loose ends, no more me to ruin the grand announcement of the Green-White alliance.

And as for whatever Cici had planned?

Let Cecilia suffer.

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Across the city, Cici lowered her phone.

Her reflection smirked back at her from the darkened screen.

The quiet hum of the city barely touched her.

Tonight would be Cecilia’s death.