Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 240

Eve

The glimmer of Danielle's earring on his ear mocked me.

It pulsed like a warning beacon, a cruel reminder that some truths couldn't stay buried forever. And that maybe… maybe I was never supposed to outrun mine.

Hades held me tighter in his sleep, murmuring my name like a prayer—and it shattered me.

Because he trusted me. Because he loved me. Because he had no idea what I'd done… or what I might still be capable of.

My breath hitched. I stared up at the ceiling, counting the shadows that shifted with every passing second. Anything to keep myself from thinking. From remembering the way Felicia had screamed. The way her rage had transformed into terror.

Her hands, clawing at the air. Her voice breaking.

"I am not the fucking target!"

There were targets—ones that Felicia knew about. Which meant Felicia had a hand in the incident that night.

I recalled my father's mocking parting words: "And one last thing—help me thank Felicia. Her second time assisting me, but I will always be grateful."

The second favor had been relaying my mental deterioration.

But the first… had been facilitating the assassination of the king and his father.

I could still perceive the scent of blood from the vial in the briefcase.

How could Silverpine have the blood of not just any Obsidian civilian, but of members of the Obsidian royal family—unless it had been given by an inside source?

Every finger pointed to none other than Felicia.

Everything was falling into place now that I had calmed down—reasoning taking over panic and letting me see and recall all I needed to in this convoluted situation of betrayal and smoke-screened loyalties. The chaos had once clouded my mind, made me question everything—but now, clarity was cutting through the fog like a blade.

Felicia had played her part.

But I...

I was responsible for the death of three people.

Three integral parts of Hades' life.

I could still feel the sickening wetness of blood on my hands, the crushing of bones and the ripping of flesh.

That left me in a moral debate—how could I, the murderer of his wife, his brother, his father… even think of confessing?

How could I reveal the truth of Felicia's hand in it without sounding like a coward, twisting the truth to wash my hands of guilt?

Without it sounding like desperation… like I was trying to turn the finger away from myself and pin it on someone else?

Because who would Hades believe?

Me?

The woman who destroyed his family.

The woman he held while she cried, not knowing she was the reason for his tears.

Or his sister-in-law—his ex-wife's sister—who had buried them side by side?

Would he see Felicia for what she truly was?

Or would he see me for what the world had already branded me?

A traitor.

A murderer.

A curse.

I recalled the time I was accused of poisoning my own sister. Five years of screaming into deaf ears. Five years of begging to be believed.

And no one listened.

Not my mother.

Not my father.

Not even the sister I was trying to protect.

They took everything. My name. My place. My dignity.

They took my voice.

And now I lay in the arms of the only person who had ever made me feel like I had one again… and I was going to lose that too.

I turned to face him.

His lashes were soft against his skin, lips slightly parted in sleep. So peaceful. So innocent. So unknowing.

My hand moved on its own, brushing against his cheek, following the sharp line of his jaw, the warmth of his breath fanning across my wrist.

Would he still fall asleep in my arms after this?

Would he still call me Red?

Would he still love me?

The coward in me screamed.

Screamed at me to stay silent. To bury the truth deeper. To never say a word.

Because if I did, I might lose everything again—my freedom, my name, my love.

I wanted to cry, to fall apart right there, but I bit it back. Because I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop.

Because tears would change nothing.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips softly to his. Just once. Just long enough to brand the memory of it into my soul, in case it was the last time I'd ever be allowed to do it.

And then I made a vow.

This time, I wouldn't be caught off guard.

This time, I wouldn't fall to my knees and beg to be believed.

This time, I would gather every thread of truth and weave it into a noose for the real monster.

This time, I would be tactical. Resourceful. Prepared.

Because the truth needed more than a voice.

It needed proof.

And I would find it.

"Don't worry," I whispered into the quiet, my fingers still resting on his cheek.

"You will know the truth soon. I promise."

Even if, when that time came, he couldn't love me anymore.

"He deserves the truth, Evie," Rhea's voice wove into my painful thoughts. "The whole truth."

"He will get it. I will give it."

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Hades

"The princess' fingerprints were found on the memory card. They're the most recent set. She was the last holder before it was discovered."