You Lied
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Luna Hart — POV
“Damien… Cross?”
The name didn’t just sound familiar.
It hit.
Hard.
My breath caught as I stared at him—really stared this time, like I was seeing him for the first time.
Cross.
As in Cross Holdings?
As in the powerful, untouchable empire everyone talked about?
No.
No way.
That didn’t make sense.
That couldn’t be him.
But the way the man said it…
The way everyone here suddenly looked at him…
It wasn’t a guess.
It was fact.
My heart started pounding harder, faster.
“You…” my voice came out shaky, “that’s your name?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
That silence—
That was my answer.
Something inside me dropped.
“You lied to me,” I said.
Quiet.
But sharp.
Real.
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Damien Cross — POV
This wasn’t how I wanted her to find out.
Not like this.
Not here.
Not surrounded by enemies.
But it’s done now.
There’s no taking it back.
“I didn’t lie,” I said.
Her eyes snapped to mine instantly.
“You didn’t tell the truth either.”
Fair.
Completely fair.
But this isn’t the time.
“Focus,” I said, my voice lowering slightly. “We deal with this first.”
Her expression changed.
Hurt.
Anger.
Confusion.
All at once.
But beneath it—
Fear.
Real fear.
Not of them.
Of me.
And that?
That wasn’t part of the plan.
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Luna Hart — POV
I felt stupid.
That was the worst part.
Not the danger.
Not the people surrounding us.
Me.
For not seeing it.
For believing he was just… normal.
“You’re him,” I whispered. “That Damien Cross.”
The one people talk about like a rumor.
The one no one really sees.
The one with power.
Money.
Influence.
And secrets.
A lot of secrets.
“Luna,” he said.
My name in his voice felt different now.
Heavier.
Like everything had shifted.
“Don’t,” I said quickly.
I shook my head.
“Don’t say my name like everything is still the same.”
Because it wasn’t.
Nothing was.
---
Damien Cross — POV
She’s pulling away.
Even now.
Even here.
That’s not good.
But I expected it.
Just not this fast.
“After this, we’ll talk,” I said.
Controlled.
Direct.
She let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Talk?” she repeated. “You mean explain the parts you feel like explaining?”
I didn’t respond.
Because arguing right now is pointless.
And dangerous.
“We’re not done here,” I said instead, turning my attention back to the situation.
The enemies hadn’t moved.
They were watching.
Enjoying this.
Waiting.
---
The tension snapped.
Movement exploded.
Damien moved first—fast, precise, controlled.
Everything became chaos.
Luna stayed back, heart racing, watching a side of him she couldn’t deny anymore.
Not a poor boy.
Not ordinary.
Something else entirely.
Dangerous.
Untouchable.
And completely out of her world.
Within minutes—
It was over.
The enemies retreated.
Not defeated.
But pushed back.
For now.
---
Luna Hart — POV
Silence settled again.
But this silence felt different.
Colder.
I looked at him.
Really looked this time.
Damien Cross.
Not the quiet boy from the café.
Not the one I defended.
Not the one I thought I understood.
A stranger.
“You should go back,” he said.
Like nothing happened.
Like everything was normal.
That was it.
That was the moment something inside me snapped.
“I am,” I said.
His gaze shifted slightly.
“Luna—”
“No.”
I stepped back.
Distance.
Clear.
Needed.
“I’m going home.”
“You’re not safe—”
“I wasn’t safe with you either!” I cut in.
Silence.
That hit.
I saw it.
But I didn’t stop.
“Everything that’s happening… it’s connected to you,” I continued, my voice shaking now. “Your world. Your enemies. Your secrets.”
A pause.
My chest tightened.
“And I don’t belong in it.”
That was the truth.
The real truth.
He didn’t argue this time.
Didn’t stop me.
That hurt more than anything.
-- Luna’s Home
Luna Hart — POV
Home.
Finally.
But it didn’t feel the same.
The small apartment looked just like I remembered.
Simple.
A little worn.
But real.
Safe.
At least… it used to be.
“Mum?” I called softly as I stepped in.
“Luna?”
Her voice came from inside.
Relief hit me instantly.
She was okay.
She walked out slowly, her face tired but soft the moment she saw me.
“You’re back early,” she said. “Are you alright?”
That question almost broke me.
Because I didn’t even know the answer anymore.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly.
A lie.
But a necessary one.
She studied me for a moment.
Mothers always know.
“You look stressed,” she said gently.
“I’m just tired,” I replied.
She nodded slowly.
Not fully convinced.
But she didn’t push.
“Come, sit,” she said. “I made something small.”
I followed her.
Because for the first time since everything started…
I just wanted something normal.
---
As Luna sat, her eyes moved around the room.
The small table.
The medicine bottles neatly arranged nearby.
Her mum’s quiet strength.
This was her world.
Not mansions.
Not danger.
Not Damien Cross.
Just survival.
Love.
And responsibility.
“Did you take your medication?” Luna asked softly.
Her mum smiled faintly. “You always worry too much.”
“Answer me,” Luna insisted gently.
“Yes, I did.”
Luna nodded.
But her chest still felt tight.
Because now—
Everything was different.
Even here.
---
Back at the estate—
Damien stood alone in the darkened room.
Silent.
Still.
“Sir,” someone said carefully, “should we bring her back?”
A pause.
Long.
Heavy.
Then—
“No.”
His voice was colder now.
Controlled.
“But keep eyes on her.”
Always.
Because whether she liked it or not—
She was already part of this.
And walking away…
Wouldn’t change that.
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