Dark Secrets: Luna’s Deceit

Consuming Mystery

If it gets tougher, become tougher. However you do it, DON'T LOSE!

I paced back and forth in my lavish living room, my mind consumed with worry for my husband. I had always known that being married to a very influential man like him came with its own set of dangers, but recent threats had left me feeling more anxious than ever. Luca was just too stubborn to tell me everything that was happening to him. Why he had chosen to tell me everything that was happening to him left me feeling very worried.

“One death is enough,” he had said to me earlier this morning, as I tried to get the words out of his mouth.

“You will not die,” I said to him, trying to sound convincing.

“I would love to say the same, but I know the truth you don't know,” he said, wearing a wry smile.

“Then let me in, please,” I appealed.

“When the time is right, Mary,” he said and walked away.

He speaks of his death.

Holy s**t!

Despite his attempts to put me off the case, I was determined to get to the bottom of it before it was too late.

“A private investigator would help,” my friend, Russo had suggested. “I know one,” she quickly added.

After much thought about it, I finally made the decision to hire a private investigator, hoping that he could uncover the truth and keep my husband safe. I had suggested the idea to Luca that morning, but he had flat out refused, claiming that bringing in more outsiders only put him at more risk.

"I don't need a bodyguard, May," he had said, his voice laced with frustration. "I'm already in a lot of mess, I can't take another. Just trust me on this."

“How can I trust you when you cannot trust me with your problem, Luca!?,” I let out, my frustration getting the better of me. “I thought we were…”

“Supposed to not keep secrets from each other,” he swiftly helped me complete the words. “Listen to me, Mary, I cannot afford to put your life or that of those I love at risk. You must trust that I am doing this in the interest of our family, our children, for you. I'll see you later,” he said and drove off to work.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was lurking in the shadows, so I defiled his orders, went behind his back and hired the investigator anyway. I knew it was risky, but I was willing to do anything to protect the man I loved.

Strength is not in gender!

“You must report everything you see to me,” I instructed the private investigator, who simply introduced himself to me as TJ. I instructed him to lurk around the office, but I left him a warning. “No one must know about you, not even my husband.”

As I sat on the edge of my seat, anxiously waiting for any news from the investigator, my phone buzzed with a text message. It was from him. Immediately, my heart skipped, not one, but several beats as I read the words on the screen.

"I noticed some strange faces going in and out of his office just now. I think you were right to be worried. Stay calm, I'll keep you updated."

Quickly, I responded with a text of my own. “Did you see their faces? What do they look like? How many are they? What are they wearing?.”

I waited impatiently for his response, but none came. I tried to get across to him via a chat on w******p, but it was the same result.

My hands trembled as I quickly dialed his number, desperate for more information. But as the phone rang, I realized something was wrong. He wasn't answering his phone as well.

Panic began to rise in my chest as I tried to call him again and again, only to be met with silence. And then, just as I was about to give up hope, a voice answered on the other end of the line.

"We got your man, Mrs. Rossini," the voice said, cold and menacing. "Get ready for us, for we are coming for you." They hung up even before I could say a word.

My blood ran cold as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My husband was in danger, and now, it seemed, I was, too. As I clutched the phone to my ear, the sound of approaching footsteps drew near, sending a shiver down my spine.

^ ^ ^

Time: 05:15 pm

Luca stormed into the lavish mansion, his face contorted with rage. The maids, recognizing the dangerous fire in his eyes, scrambled with utmost fear as they hurriedly cleared a path for him. Their hushed whispers ricocheted through the luxurious halls as they retreated to the shadows, fearful of becoming entangled in the unfolding turmoil.

His booming voice echoed through the vast expanse of the house as he bellowed my name. The force of his anger reverberated off the opulent walls, shaking the very foundation of the once serene atmosphere. I had been engrossed in my study room, my eyes fixed on a book on how to deal with faceless criminals, when I sensed the impending chaos and swiftly made my way towards the source of the commotion, my expression etched with concern and confusion.

The moment Luca laid eyes on me, his voice thundered once again, the sheer intensity overwhelming all who bore witness. "What have you done!?," he roared, the sheer force of his words reverberating through the room. "I warned you, but you wouldn't listen to me!" His eyes burned with a mixture of betrayal and disappointment, piercing my heart with shards of guilt.

My face was filled with anguish, as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. With furrowed brows and an expression of lost hope, I desperately sought to uncover what transgression had sparked such fury. "What are you talking about?," I implored, my voice trembling with trepidation.

Luca’s anger, unyielding in its intensity, knew no bounds. He turned abruptly, eyes blazing with wrath, and shouted at the guards who stood nearby. "Get the f**k out of here!" he commanded, his voice laced with venomous contempt as the guards swiftly retreated, allowing the storm within the mansion to unfurl unimpeded.

Turning his gaze back to me, his voice dripped with bitterness and anguish. "I warned you not to hire any investigator," he growled, his voice laced with the weight of betrayal. "I didn't need one. Why have you chosen to bring my death closer?." His accusations hung heavily in the air, a poignant reminder of the dangers that lurked in his dark and secretive world.

A desperation filled my eyes as I pleaded for understanding, my words trembling on the precipice of despair. "I'm sorry, Luca," I implored, my voice laced with remorse, even though I really did not have one. "I was only trying to help, to protect you."

As I expected, my plea did little to assuage the raging storm within Luca's heart. His face contorted with a mixture of anguish, fury, and an undeniable sorrow.

“Help me?,” he asked, as if he had not heard the word before.

“I couldn't just sit and do nothing,” I tried to explain further.

"Well, the help you offered has brought me to my end," he uttered bitterly, his voice barely more than a whisper. The weight of his looming demise hung around us, choking the air as it seeped into our souls. "Are you satisfied?"

Without another word, he turned abruptly on his heel, his rage propelling him towards the exit. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered in the wake of his departure, leaving me to grapple with the devastating consequences of my actions. I stood frozen, trapped in the desolate echoes of a shattered trust, plagued by the haunting question of whether I had unknowingly contributed to what was to come.

But you can't blame me, for I had only tried to be a wife.

You would do worst, especially when there is more evil looming…

Wait for it!