Trapped in His Own Luna's Trap

Episode 3:

I forgot to struggle, forgot to cry out, just thinking about how I would fare if my father caught me.

I didn’t know how long we ran until we stopped, and I could only hear the heavy breathing of both of us.

“You’re really foolish! When eavesdropping on adults talking, you should be a bit more clever!” A scolding voice accompanied by laughter rang in my ears.

Only then did I see clearly that the person in front of me was just a child, one or two years older than me. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed. Seeing me silent, he spoke again, “When my dad and others talk behind closed doors, I often eavesdrop too, but I only got caught once and got a good thrashing. But I’ve learned my lesson, and I haven’t been caught since then, haha!” He laughed gleefully after finishing his sentence.

Thanks to him, the tension and fear from earlier disappeared. I laughed and said, “Did you eavesdrop just now too?”

“No way!” He protested vehemently. “I saw you listening intently, wanted to come over to see, but accidentally kicked the flowerpot.” He grinned, looking a bit embarrassed.

So the sound from earlier was indeed the sound of the flowerpot breaking. I was slightly annoyed, but since he helped, I couldn’t be angry anymore. I looked at him, dressed in silk and satin, probably a rich young master. Tilting my head, I chuckled. If he wasn’t wealthy or powerful, why would my father invite him today?

“Why are you laughing? I...I didn’t mean to kick that flowerpot!” He pouted, looking somewhat embarrassed.

So he thought I was laughing because of that incident!

I covered my mouth, waved my hand, and asked, “What’s your name?”

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Jeremy.” Then he asked, “And you?”

“Amelia.” I replied without hesitation.

He jumped up in surprise. “Oh, are you from the Martinez family? This mansion also belongs to the Martinez family!”

I glared at him. Wasn’t this obvious? I took a few steps back, leaned against the railing, crossed my arms, and said, “Because I am the third young lady of the Martinez family!”

“Huh?” He seemed very surprised. His eyes widened, and he asked, “But does the Martinez family have a third young lady?”

“You!” I clenched my fists, veins popping on my wrists.

I didn’t know that my father had never acknowledged me outside. Stepping out of the gate, no one knew that the Martinez family had a third young lady.

Many years later, occasionally thinking back on this, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. It turned out that someone as insignificant as me had been hidden for twelve years!

No one knew that the Martinez family had a third young lady. No one knew her name was Amelia...

“Sorry...sorry!” He stammered, bowing his head in apology. “In the future...I will definitely remember that you are the third young lady of the Martinez family.”

I bit my lip. Amelia wouldn’t live quietly in obscurity anymore, she definitely wouldn’t!

Suddenly, I raised my head, jumped down, grabbed his hand, and asked, “Have you met Chloe and Victoria before, right?”

He stared blankly for a moment, then nodded.

“So, between me and them, who’s prettier?” I asked while adjusting my messy hair, revealing a charming face and smiling brightly at him.

“You’re prettier!” He said through gritted teeth. “In the future, I’ll give you lots and lots of beautiful clothes, okay?” His eyes suddenly sparkled and gleamed.

Giving me more beautiful clothes than the ones I wear now? I felt a little happy and a little angry hearing that.

I deliberately shook his hand away, slightly angry. “Do you think I dress poorly?” Involuntarily, I looked down at my outfit. Indeed, standing next to him, I paled in comparison. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.

“No...no, Amelia, that’s not it! You listen to me...”

“Shut up!”

His face was full of panic, he hurriedly explained, but I unintentionally cut him off. “Don’t call me Amelia from now on!” Him calling me Amelia would remind me of Chloe’s demeanor when my sister called my name, mocking and belittling me.

He froze for a moment, his eyes sparkling, then chuckled and said, “Well... well... from now on, I’ll call you Mia.”

Mia?

No one has ever called me that before. I thought for a moment, then nodded.

“So, I’ll call you Jeremy!”

“Yeah!” He nodded vigorously.

Children will be children, after all. I raised my hand towards him, tilted my head, and smiled. “Want to go play?”

“Yeah!” He nodded, raising his hand. But as our hands touched, we heard footsteps echoing repeatedly from behind, and we both turned around, astonished.

Seeing the servants rushing over, panting, one of them said, “Young master Jeremy, Beta William has urgent matters to attend to and has ordered us to come pick you up.”

“Your surname is William?” I asked.

He nodded, teasingly sticking out his tongue. “It seems like I won’t be able to play today. Mia, I’ll come and find you another day. Wait for me!” He followed the servant, still turning back to laugh at me.

“William... So he’s Beta William’s son.” I muttered to myself.

The banquet hadn’t even started yet, and Beta William had fled. Father seemed a bit displeased, but didn’t show it outwardly.

Two days later, I was playing with a sandbag alone in the courtyard when I heard a servant shouting as he ran in, “Beta Matthew, Beta Matthew! Something’s wrong! King Lycan has passed away! King Lycan has passed away!”

King Lycan had passed away. It was all so sudden. Perhaps Beta William had received news from the palace and left hastily? I quickly dropped the sandbag in my hand and ran outside.

Father grabbed the servant, hurriedly asking, “What about the prince? Has the prince ascended to the throne?”

“The prince... the prince...” The servant looked at father, fear clear in his eyes. “According to the news from Beta William, the Eastern Palace caught fire last night. The prince... the prince...”

“Wretched fate!” Father exclaimed angrily, pushing the servant to the ground.

The emperor had passed away, and the prince was also dead.

Then... what about my sisters?

Looking towards the hurried footsteps of Chloe and Victoria, a child like me covered my mouth, laughing at the misery of others.

The Phoenix’s prophecy... The Phoenix’s prophecy...

Now, even the emperor is gone, where else can the Phoenix’s prophecy be found?