Luna Pov.

I locked the door and walked towards the bathroom. Why. Why he has to be this stubborn. He knew. He still is well aware of my dislike towards him then why can't he just accept it.

I stood in front of the mirror staring blankly at my posture. Marks. All over my body, there were just marks and marks. These bruises can be healed. They can fade. But what about the scars on my soul.

I know he's regretting but what the use of it now. Why now Dylan. Why now. When I was there right in front of you. Instead of holding me. You pushed me away with the same arms with whom you want to hold me now.

But how ironic it is. He confessed his purest feelings when he already shattered my only thing that could flutter at his words but he himself destroyed it before he could even make it beat for him.

My heart.

"I love you, my princess."

I closed my eyes remembering that dreadful night when he confessed his only sincere feelings for me after defiling me.

How pitiful it is that I heard his confession. I knew his love for me for a long time. But how hurtful and painful it is that he opened up his heart at the time when he ripped out mine.

I knew he will come. I knew it he will try to search for me no matter how long it takes for him. I knew it he will come. And how much of a cruel faith I have. I ran away from one mad billionaire in order to get caught by the other crazy one. I looked down at the sink letting my tears fell on it.

"Don't give up. No matter what I say. How much I push you away. Don't give up. Save me. Please save me."

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Author Pov.

"Luna. Let me help you." Luna looked at Melissa while cutting the vegetables. She sighed.

"Fine. Cut these vegetables because I know you wouldn't stay still till I give you some work." She smiled cheekily and started to cut the vegetables. Luna went back to the stove and started to stir pasta.

" Hello." Luna and Dylan made eye contact. Dylan flashed her famous eye smile but got only cold look in return but it didn't hurt him. He got used to her cold looks. Glares and poker face.

"Hello, Mr. Mathews. Please have a seat. We are almost done with the dinner." Dylan smiled and took a seat on the chair near the kitchens counter.

"Call me Dylan how many times do I have to tell you Ms. Black and please tell me if I can do anything for you guys." Melissa chuckled.

"And do call me Melissa Dylan. And no there is nothing but if you don't mind preparing the table." Dylan instantly stood up and started to prepare the table.

All this time his eyes were only on Luna. He was amazed by how elegantly and perfectly she was cooking. But little did he know. Miseries and Hard time teach you everything, especially how to be a human.

Dylan's sly mind even traveled to the future imagining Luna cooking in his house being as his wife. Him hugging her and witnessing her cooking. Imagining her cooking for him and for their children.

He mentally chuckled at his own made future. How he wished to travel back at the time where he decided to take a side of his mind instead of his heart. Only. Only if he had thought of his heart and accept her being in his heart then things might be so different.

Luna placed the fresh and mouth-watering plate of cheesy pasta with steak in front of Melissa and Dylan. They both didn't wait and attacked the food making Luna mentally chuckled at their childish behavior. Luna placed a fresh porridge in front of her and started to eat making Dylan frown.

"Why are you eating porridge." He asked with the questionable face but only got ignored by her. Melissa mentally cursed Luna for not answering as she knew that now she has to answer leaving her delicious dinner for a minute.

"Actually, the doctor had forbidden her from anything heavy because of her injuries." Dylan's eyes turned sad and guilty. He bit his lip looking at Luna's hand which wasn't bandaged in the morning but because of his assault it was again wrapped up in a small bandage.

He wanted to kneel down and beg for her forgiveness for everything he did. But he knew that she will only ask him to leave her in return which he's never gonna do.

She can call him stubborn. Asshole. Bastard or anything she like. And he also ready to be all of these things but not ready to do the same mistake he did before. He wasn't ready. He isn't ready to leave her once again.

"It is delicious." He said making Luna look at him. They both stared in each other's eyes. Luna with her blank gaze and Dylan with his dark orbs filled with only love and care.

"Well of course. After all, Luna made it. Her cooking is the best." Dylan smiled at Melissa.

"Of course. It's like some professional chef cooked it. From where did you learn it, Luna." He wanted to talk to her but Luna had different plans. Luna chuckled and looked at him.

"Bad time is an amazing teacher Mr. Mathews. I have learned from it." She said making Dylan's eyes sadden even more. Melissa also looked down holding her tears that were started to form in her eyes remembering all the miseries she and Luna had gone through. But her miseries were nothing against what Luna had faced.

"It teaches many things but you know what is the most amazing lesson I have learnt. It was to never trust anyone that easily they can stab you anytime." She said right looking in Dylan's eyes. She stood up but before she could go. She said something making Dylan frown.

"Remember Mr. Mathews. What you see from your eyes sometimes can be a mistake. Maybe it was made to make you do a mistake. Don't believe everything your eyes want to show you. Believe what your mind and heart want to see it as."

With that, she walked away leaving Dylan in a deep daze. He knew. He knew she was telling him something trying to hint him about something. But what. What is it that she was trying to point at.

Luna entered her room but instantly her eyes fell on her phone that was ringing repeatedly. She saw the Id and sighed before picking up.

"Tomorrow I want to meet you. Be there on time. I will be waiting doll."

With that, he hanged up. Luna sighed while staring at the wall in front of her blankly. In her eyes there was nothing. She has no idea why is she even having this meaningless hope. But that hope just kept on raising in her even if she try to burying it. It always ends uprising.

She plopped down on the bed and stared at her bandaged hand. She let out a small sad smile.

"Am I ready to face another hell tomorrow. Or was I ever ready to face this hell in which I already am."

In order to hate you, I kept on pushing you away. But How stupid of me to not able to see bow mad your love is. Because I didn't know in trying to push you away I am ending up pulling you closer.

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