Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 30

Cecilia

The yacht set sail, and Beta Sawyer and i-returned to the deck.

Inside the cabin, Sebastian was the center of attention, handling the flattery with effortless grace. He responded with occasional stight smiles, seemingly unbothered by Amara’s presence.

Keith was quite skilled at creating opportunities for his granddaughter. And Vivian… was nothing if not persistent.

She moved with practiced charm, always just within arm’s reach of Sebastian, always finding something to comment on-his drink, his cufflinks, the view.

It was a performance dressed as casual interest, but the intent shimmered just beneath the surface.

You didn’t need to read her mind to know what she wanted.

You only had to watch the way her eyes lingered on him.

Too long.

Too often.

Sebastian maintained a polite demeanor toward her-neither cold nor overly friendly.

Amara stood beside him, and though she appeared composed, there was something about her… a forced smile that couldn’t quite hide her pain.

It hurt to watch.

As a woman, I could sense the bitterness beneath her facade. My eyes darted between the three of them, analyzing their interactions like some neighborhood gossip.

Suddenly, Sebastian glanced in my direction.

I held my breath.

Too late to hide-he’d caught me watching with undisguised interest. The Alpha narrowed his eyes, as if he could read exactly what was going through my mind.

“Sawyer, would it be alright if I went to walk around at the front?” I asked, turning away nervously.

“No problem, go ahead. I’ll keep watch here,” Beta Sawyer agreed readily.

“Great. Call me if anything happens.”

With that, I escaped on my high heels, feeling like I’d just dodged a bullet.

I found a quiet spot at the front of the yacht with two chairs and settled down. The waves rolled beneath us as the city. lights in the distance transformed into scattered golden specks against the hazy night sky.

For the first time in what felt like forever, 1 allowed myself to fully relax-body and mind After enjoying the sea breeze for a while, I pulled out my old phone from a hidden compartment in my bag. Since arriving in Singapore, I’d bought a new phone with a new number for work purposes, keeping my old one switched off.

When I powered it up, over 100 missed calls greeted me.

There were calls from unknown numbers, my parents, Harper, other friends, former colleagues, and even business acquaintances.

I opened WhatsApp

Harper had sent several messages. The earliest read: Don’t answer, don’t respond, don’t believe anything-it’s all Xavier!

An hour later: Cecilia, where are you?

My parents had messaged too: Where have you gone? Please come back!

Even Yvonne was asking: Where are you?

It took me ages to read through all the messages, as if everyone in my life was concerned about my whereabouts… Xavier, you psychopath!

I let out an exhausted sigh.

Exiting WhatsApp., I found countless text and voice messages.

They started with calm inquiries about my location, gradually becoming more agitated, angry, and emotionally unhinged. The most recent voice message had been sent just five minutes ago.

His voice was low, hoarse, and incoherent, choked with sobs.

Babe, I was wrong, I truly know I messed up. I’m a bastard, I deserve to die, I’m so sorry…

Please give me one more chance… Punish me however you want, take my life if you need to… Take all the time you need, I’ll wait for you at home…I only made one mistake, you can’t… you can’t sentence me to death like this…”

I quickly turned off the phone again.

As if delaying even a second longer would allow the pitiful, crying man on the other end to drag me back into an endless abyss.

Even though Xavier wasn’t my true mate, we had shared eight years together. The bond might not have been destined by the Moon Goddess, but it had been real.

I sat there for I don’t know how long.

Until Beta Sawyer called, asking me to come to the second level of the yacht. made my way up.

The second level was the entertainment zone, equipped with a swimming pool, karaoke room, home theater, card room, indoor golf course… it had everything.

This was purely for relaxation.

Beta Sawyer informed me they were playing Texas Hold’em poker in the card room.

I smiled knowingly-wealthy businessmen did love their expensive games.

We found seats and helped ourselves to some sweets.

Avoiding losses would be simple-just fold every hand. But I was representing Sebastian now, and constant folding would damage his reputation.

Guaranteeing wins, however… that was impossible.

I quickly devised a strategy in my mind.

On the surface, 1 appeared calm and collected, giving the impression of an experienced player.

After half an hour of play, I started cautiously-checking, folding, calling, and only raising modestly with good hands. My approach was deliberately understated. But as the game progressed, I grew bolder, placing larger bets. After winning several hands, I became increasingly confident. When I saw the potential for a royal flush, I was tempted to go all -in.

Behind me, Beta Sawyer made a strangled noise-something between a cough and a groan.

I didn’t even turn around.

1 could practically hear the panic radiating off him.

“Cecilia,” he said, voice tight,

“why don’t you check on the Alpha? I’ll take over here.”

“No-”

My fingers tightened around the chips. I wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.

“No arguments,” he cut in, his smile stretched so thin it might snap. “Just go.”

I finally stood, casting one last, longing glance at my cards.

As I walked out, I could feel the hungry gazes of several wealthy men following me.

Just a pretty secretary, they likely thought. stepped out of the card room.

Recalling Sawyer’s suggestion, I couldn’t help but smile… Sebastian was alone with Amara right now-only a fool would interrupt them at this moment.

Of course, I knew this was just Sawyer’s excuse.

1 grabbed a bottle of water and headed toward the stairs leading to the third level, feeling lightheaded and needing some fresh air.

Stepping onto the third-level deck, I approached the circular sofas. As I turned, I was completely unprepared for what I saw-two figures appearing to kiss. Sebastian had his back to me, while Amara stood on tiptoe, her arms wrapped around his neck…

Oh my god!

I choked on my water in shock.