My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 23

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 23**
**CONTENT: Chapter 23 Luna’s Plot**

Luna wore a mask of kindness, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she took Oriana’s hand in hers. “You know, it’s really not your fault,” she insisted, her tone almost soothing. “Why don’t you stay here at the Sterling residence? I promise it will be alright.”

Yet, beneath that facade of warmth, a tempest brewed within Luna. Jealousy gnawed at her heart, and a dark desire for revenge simmered just below the surface. She was determined to strip Oriana of everything she held dear, and the thought thrilled her.

“You’re terrifying, Luna,” Oriana remarked, a shiver running down her spine.

“Am I?” Luna leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oriana, you really don’t know me at all. The real me? Oh, she’s yet to reveal herself.”

A chill crept into the air, and Oriana’s instincts screamed that something was amiss. Before she could even process the warning bells ringing in her mind, Luna snatched the eyebrow razor from the table with a swift, almost practiced motion. In an instant, she lifted her skirt and drew the blade across her thigh in a swift, brutal arc.

“Luna!” Oriana gasped, her heart racing.

“Ah! Oriana, I’m so sorry! Please don’t ruin my dress!” Luna screeched, panic lacing her voice.

Understanding dawned on Oriana like a lightning strike. Her eyes turned icy, hardened by the revelation. “Luna, do you even comprehend what you’re doing?”

Luna let out a series of frantic screams, but then her expression twisted into a sneer, eyes glinting with malice. “Oriana, you have only yourself to blame for coming here today.”

A heavy sigh escaped Oriana’s lips, and she took a step forward, her resolve solidifying. With a swift motion, she snatched the razor from Luna’s trembling hand.

In that moment of shock, Oriana made a decisive cut along the hem of Luna’s dress, the fabric parting as easily as if it were paper.

She knew that innocence was no longer an option for her; if she was going down, she would seal her own fate.

Luna’s reaction was delayed, her mind struggling to catch up with the chaos unfolding. When realization finally hit, she looked down to see a thin line of crimson seeping through her torn dress.

The razor, though slender, had done its job. Pain shot through Luna as she felt the sting of the cut.

Her complexion drained of color as she swatted Oriana’s hand away, fury igniting in her eyes. “How dare you—”

Oriana stepped back, her own hand marred by claw marks from Luna’s desperate grasp—those marks more shocking than the injury on her leg.

“What’s going on here?” The commotion drew in curious onlookers.

The door burst open, revealing a tableau of chaos: Oriana clutching the small knife, while Luna stood in shock, her dress in tatters. Gasps filled the room as everyone processed the scene before them.

Alaric and the others stood frozen, disbelief etched on their faces. “My god, how did it come to this? The dress is ruined, and Luna’s hurt! How can she possibly attend the signing ceremony now?”

Grant, caught in the midst of the drama, felt as if time had stopped. Before he could even gather his thoughts, Luna flung herself into his arms, her face a mask of panic and tears cascading down her cheeks.

“I just wanted to warn Oriana about what to watch for at the ceremony! But she accused me of meddling, of taking her graduate placement! I never meant to upset her,” Luna sobbed, her voice trembling. “Grant, it hurts! Will this leave a scar?”

Grant knelt to inspect her injury, his expression shifting from shock to concern. The cut was shallow, but blood trickled from the wound, staining her delicate skin.

Two slashes on her dress told the story of a struggle, and he felt a deep frown form on his brow.

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