Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: We Are The Same

Eve

Bile rose in my throat. I took a step closer, my fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. A flash of red tinged my vision.

This bloody bitch...

"Don’t call him that," I drawled, each word low and razored.

Her green eyes flickered—and for a heartbeat, there was fear. Real, flickering fear behind that infuriating calm.

Then she smiled. Slow. Crooked. Like decay curling at the edges of something once beautiful.

"You scared me," she murmured, glancing down at herself with mock awe.

"How low the mighty have fallen," she whispered, mostly to herself. "I’ve been chipped down to this... this pathetic shell of a woman who should have had it all."

Her eyes lifted to mine again.

"I like the new haircut, by the way," she said, dry amusement in her tone. "Really brings out your cheekbones."

She tilted her head, examining me like she was cataloging a scar.

"Who knew they were that sharp? Guess it was just one of those things you hid."

Her gaze drifted upward, tracing invisible lines across the cell ceiling.

"You and me—we’re the same. But unlike you, I showed my claws. A little fang, now and then. You? You hid it all. Even from yourself."

She laughed under her breath, the sound cracked and too dry.

I ground my jaw, teeth clashing hard enough to ache. "Elliot—"

She raised a cuffed hand, stopping me with the laziest gesture I’d ever seen. Her gaze dropped again, sharp and hollow.

"Don’t talk to me about Danielle’s child." Her voice was brittle glass. "Let’s talk about me for once."

She leaned forward, eyes glassy with something too fractured to be rage.

"Did you know when I told them what he did to me... they ignored it?" Her voice cracked, barely audible. "Who does that?"

Then her focus slipped again, like she couldn’t hold on to a single thought long enough.

"You granted Rook mercy," she murmured. "Despite what he did to you. You could at least hear me out."

Mixed feelings surged up, thick and boiling beneath my ribs. I said nothing, only glared.

Her eyes met mine again, rheumy and filled with dread that mirrored mine. "My little songbird’s story can wait, don’t you think?"

Again, I said nothing, holding that stare that had once filled me with fear.

"Perfect!" she chirped like a happy bird. "Father played chess and won, but we—his daughters—lost. Especially me."

My eyes twitched as she continued without a shred of shame.

"Danielle waltzed through life. Her marriage was a fantasy I could only dream about."

A whimsical expression leaked into her features.

"That man would’ve burned down the world for her. She just wouldn’t let him.

Green eyes like emeralds that always seemed to gleam. Hair like chestnut. A cheeky smile at anyone she might beam. Father even had a little rhyme for her."

She touched her hair, twirling a strand absentmindedly.

"But we had the same hair, the same eyes... but I..." Her lips trembled. "I never got a rhythm. Not from Father," she added, her expression turning bitter, her voice acidic.

"Certainly not from Leon. Never from him. I saved him from a life with my bore of a sister, and then he repaid me with nothing but pain." She spat the words—each syllable seemed to burn its way down her throat.

"I tried everything to please him, but he was insatiable. He craved my agony. Craved my utter ruin like a sadist. The first day he raised his hand to me, I knew... I knew... I just fucking knew that hell had just begun. There was no limit to his cruelty. There was nothing that could stop him. No one who could stop him from destroying me." Her eyes glazed over, but her tears refused to fall.

"I might be a psychopath, but I met my match in him. In the worst way possible. I drove myself to cutting... and then he found out." Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "I knew I had conjured the devil. He locked me up like some common animal and starved me. He said I was just seeking attention and ruining his reputation. I was pregnant then."

Felicia’s voice broke on the last word, but still no tears fell. Her throat trembled. Her mouth twitched.

"I lost him," she whispered again. "And guess who he blamed."

She leaned her head back against the stone wall, the manacles groaning faintly with the shift.

"He said I did it on purpose. Said I wanted to ruin his legacy. Called me a parasite. Said I had no womb—just a pit."

I stayed silent, but my lungs burned.

She dragged in a rattled breath.

"I got pregnant two more times after that," she went on, hollow. "I thought if I kept them, maybe... maybe he’d forgive me. That he’d stop."

Her lips curled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

"But they died too. Both of them. And every time, I got hell for it. He said my body was a grave. That I was cursed."

She chuckled, dry and deranged. "He even made me bury one. With my hands."

My spine stiffened. I felt sick.

Felicia’s eyes met mine again, and for a split second, I saw something almost childlike beneath the wreckage. Something reaching.

"I didn’t start out like this, you know."

I clenched my jaw, the taste of iron rising behind my teeth.

"You steal a rattlesnake," I said coldly, "and think it won’t bite you?"