Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 18 Tonight Would Be Cecilia’s Death.

Cecilia’s pov

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

I knew she had something to tell me, though I hadn’t reached out.

"Hello, Mrs. Green," I answered coolly.

"We need to meet to add to our agreement," she said without preamble.

"Your lawyer can handle that with mine."

"Cecilia," her voice hardened, "you’ve already bumped up the settlement from ten million to fifty million. The least you could do is sign this addition in person. I’m waiting at Amanson Hotel—it’s discreet, pretty quiet."

Amanson Hotel?

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

[What are the odds!] 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, 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 cooking something up with just two days left?

My relationship with Dora had always been ice-cold. From the very beginning, she looked down her nose at my family, tried to sabotage my relationship with Xavier, and kept me out of the Blood Moon Pack estate throughout our entire marriage. At every holiday dinner, she greeted me with nothing but icy remarks and barely concealed disgust.

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

This meeting was likely just another opportunity for her to push me around. By this point, she should have been daydreaming about how to announce the Blood Moon-Shadow Pack merger in a high-profile way. I was still debating whether to go. If I dug in my heels and refused, there wasn’t much Dora could do.

However, an hour later, Liam sent another text: "Cecilia, have you made a decision?"

I pressed my lips together. He was actually checking in now?

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

After some consideration, I figured it wasn’t smart to ignore him again. It wouldn’t do me any good to get on Sebastian’s bad side. Might as well go kill two birds with one stone and meet Dora while I’m at it.

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, I realized I was being followed. My suspicions only grew stronger when I noticed a suspicious car parked outside my building these past few days.

I hadn’t been on the road long when Xavier called. "Just woke up?" he asked.

Ha. Trying to catch me in a lie.

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

"I’m driving to my parents’ place," I said.

"Going to drop off that suit?"

"...Yes, that’s right."

Seeing I wasn’t lying, Xavier ended the call, but instructed his tail 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—glanced up from her notes, surprised to see me at this hour.

"No work today?" she asked, setting aside her glasses.

"Called in sick. Caught a slight cold," I said, touching my throat and giving a few fake coughs for effect.

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

"You’re not taking care of yourself. Look how skinny you’ve gotten."

Then, after a pause, she asked quietly, "Is Xavier treating you well?"

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

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

But she didn’t smile back.

Her silence lingered longer than I expected.

Eventually, I changed the subject. Asked about her research. Let her talk about the new werewolf students in her seminar. I nodded, smiled, said just enough.

I wouldn’t tell them yet.

No point telling them now.

Not yet.

Not until the divorce was final.

Why make them worry before they had to.

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

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

She didn’t ask who.

She just watched me for a moment, then nodded.

...

In the elevator, I put on a hat and mask, successfully giving my tail the slip as I left the complex.

I arrived at Amanson Hotel shortly before seven.

The exterior was traditionally elegant, while the interior screamed understated luxury.

I went to meet Dora first.

Walking in, I spotted a Green family driver who greeted me respectfully before leading me through a maze of corridors, eventually stopping in front of a door which he opened for me.

I entered a tea room filled with the intermingled scents of tea and jasmine incense.

Dora sat there wearing a dark red silk dress with a golden sheen, showing off wealth and status.

"Sit," she commanded with a slight lift of her chin.

"I thought this was about a settlement agreement? Where is it?" I got straight to the point, uninterested in her fancy act.

"What’s the hurry? Have some tea first. Let’s take our time."

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Looking at the tea in front of me, I picked up the cup and examined it carefully. "You didn’t poison this, did you?"

Dora scoffed. "If you’re paranoid about poison, don’t drink it."

I set the cup down and pushed it away. "Better safe than sorry."

Dora rolled her eyes, about to launch into a familiar insult. "That’s what happens when you come from such humble beginnings—"

"Spare me the same old lecture. Aren’t you tired of it? If we’re here for business, let’s get to it without the bullshit," I interrupted sharply.

Her face went white with anger.

She took out a compensation agreement and slid it across the table to me. "Sign it."

I picked it up and read through it page by page.

A simple compensation agreement should have taken one page, yet she’d created a document over ten pages long, filled with legal jargon.

Clearly designed to stop me from reading it thoroughly.

After finishing, I set the contract down casually. "I need to run this by my lawyer. I’ll give you my answer by noon tomorrow."

"If you have any issues, just tell me directly. I’ll make the changes."

"If I can ask for changes, why don’t I just write a new agreement myself?"

"No dice. It must be according to my terms." Dora’s face turned cold.

I leaned back casually. "You just said you would make changes. Now you’re saying it must be according to your terms. Which is it?"

Dora glared at me. "It means you have to sign this today before you leave."

I didn’t get angry.

Acting like I was reconsidering, I said, "I’ll step outside to call my lawyer. If she says it’s all good, I’ll sign immediately."

I stood up and walked out with the contract.

Once outside, I quickly walked away without a backward glance.

An uneasy feeling grew in my chest. Those clauses buried among a dozen pages had made my skin crawl 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 harmless enough. But thinking about it more, it was terrifying...

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

I had seriously underestimated Dora’s ruthlessness.

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 get out of paying this divorce settlement?"

On the other end, Cici’s laughter was light, almost playful. "Don’t worry, Auntie. I’ve set everything up. I guarantee the Green family won’t spend a dime, and she’ll never dare try to shake you down again."

Dora exhaled, the tension draining from her shoulders. "That’s wonderful, Cici. You’re incredible. It’s all in your hands now."

"Consider it done, 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 Cecilia to mess up the grand announcement of the Green-White alliance.

And as for whatever Cici had planned?

Let Cecilia get what’s coming to her.

...

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 end.