Trapped in His Own Luna's Trap

Episode 11:

I hurriedly asked, “So does the Martinez family have slots?” I asked as if I didn’t know, of course, the Martinez family had slots. In fact, I wanted to know how many slots the Martinez family had.

The hand holding mine trembled, and suddenly he turned his head, looking straight into my eyes. As intelligent as Jeremy was, he must have guessed what I really wanted to ask. His thin lips were slightly trembling, but he smiled gently and said, “Of course, there are two slots.”

Indeed, he understood my intention. I had only asked half, but he answered all of it. But could his smile hide a bit of joy knowing there were only two slots?

“Mia, actually, I...”

“Could... could we add another slot?” Jeremy hadn’t finished his sentence before I hastily interrupted.

I knew that if there were only two slots, they would definitely not choose me. This was my only chance, the only one...

If before it was just Jeremy’s speculation, then my words now made everything clear. Yes, I wanted to take part in the wife selection; I wanted to enter the palace.

In the Martinez family, I had quietly hidden for fifteen years. I wanted to break the prophecy of the phoenix fate in my father’s eyes.

Finally, Jeremy also showed emotions, but he didn’t want to admit it. Still keeping his smile, his voice trembling, he said, “What do you want to add another slot for?”

I lowered my head, released his hand, took a step back, and curved my lips into a smile, just like three years ago, when we first met. I smiled and said, “You forgot, didn’t you? I am the third young lady of the Martinez family.”

Jeremy shook his head.

I knew he hadn’t forgotten. Just because he had agreed with me before, he would definitely remember that I was the third young lady of the Martinez family.

I said again, “Jeremy, please help me. Tell your father to add one more slot for the Martinez family, can you?”

The north wind blew, sweeping up the dust on the ground. The air suddenly became turbid, and I only felt his breath, white, circling, and circling, then dissolving into the air. I didn’t know how he said “Okay” at that moment.

When we returned to the Martinez family, we met Victoria coming from the corridor. She had become exquisite, had long been a mature lady, and had a exquisite hairstyle. I involuntarily dabbed my face, amazed and smiling. Chloe always mocked me, “Oh, Amelia, weren’t you exquisite when you were young? Why do you look worse as you grow older!”

I was thinking, then heard Victoria speak, “Amelia, you’re back? Oh, young master Jeremy...”

Jeremy seemed to be lost in thought, and only hurriedly replied when she mentioned him, “Ah, turns out it’s the second young lady!”

“Is the young primary unwell? Why does he look so unpleasant?”

Hearing Victoria ask like that, I looked up at him. Jeremy slightly tilted his body, smiling, and said, “Maybe. I’ll go back to the mansion first. Goodbye!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.

“Jeremy!” I called after him.

He hesitated for a moment but didn’t turn back, just said, “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best.”

Don’t worry, I knew. If Jeremy said he would do his best, then he would definitely do so. I smiled slightly, turned around to see Victoria’s extremely surprised eyes, raised my hand to touch my forehead, and said with a smile, “How do I look beautiful?”

After a long time, she finally said, “Beautiful... exquisite!”

“Victoria! Victoria!” At this time, Chloe’s voice came from behind, probably seeing that I was also here, so she raised her voice even louder. “Why are you still standing here? Father called us, I heard that the wife selection has started! Beta William has tried to secure two slots for us!”

I cradled Victoria’s hand, indeed; it was not beyond my plan.

Victoria woke up suddenly, smiled, and said, “Oh, just now I...”

“Oh my God, don’t waste your words, hurry up!” Chloe pulled her hand and looked at me, then said coldly, “Remember your identity in the future. Don’t be around those lowly people!”

“Sister, but...”

“No more buts. Let’s go!” Chloe pulled Victoria and made her leave. As she passed by me, she didn’t forget to look down on me with a disdainful glance, the corner of her mouth showing a mocking smile.

I clenched my teeth, didn’t say a word, and became even more determined to enter the palace. How could I lose to them? How could I?

When I turned around, I realized that the sky, which had been beautiful just now, was now pouring rain. The rain was very heavy, and the raindrops were extremely cold.

Returning to the room to find an umbrella, I hurriedly walked out of the gate and headed towards the end of Crepuscolo Alley.

This path I have walked through many times, extremely familiar. Every time I passed by, I felt exhilarated, but this time, I felt uneasy. Perhaps it’s time for me to be straightforward...

This time, the one who opened the gate for me was a priest.

The priest greeted me with clasped hands, welcoming me inside: “Amen, so it’s Ms. Amelia!”

They all didn’t know I was from the Martinez family; they only heard Gregory call me “Amelia,” so they also called me “Ms. Amelia.”

I smiled and nodded to him, asking, “Is he here?”

“Yes,” the priest nodded, saying.

Every time I came, I always asked like this, whether it was the priest or the young monk, and then they would shake their heads and chuckle. For three years, I had never seen Gregory go out; it seemed like he had never left the door.

The door was slightly ajar, but I didn’t push it; standing outside, I called, “Father?”

Inside, there was a faint noise, then Gregory’s impersonal voice: “Come in!”

Hearing that, I pushed the door and carefully placed my umbrella outside, gently closing the door behind me. Still a distance from the curtain, I saw the man lying on the small bed give a slight cough.

“It’s raining; why didn’t you wait until the rain stopped before coming?”

I gritted my teeth, finally speaking up: “I guess you know that King Lycan is going to choose a wife?”

Gregory remained silent; I knew he was waiting for me to continue.

I took a few steps forward, still maintaining a certain distance from that curtain, and then softly said, “I’m from the Martinez family, and anyone else has not cared me about. I’m the daughter of a concubine, born lowly, born to be abandoned, but I’m not resigned. Three years ago, a so-called sage came to the Martinez family, insisting that the Martinez family hid the Phoenix’s prophecy. Because of his words, my two sisters could ascend, but I... could only be left with injuries.” I bit my lip softly. “That night, at first, I wanted to run away. If I hadn’t met you, maybe I really wouldn’t have had a chance.”

These were words I had never said in front of him, about my identity, about the rumor of the Phoenix’s prophecy in the Martinez family.

Gregory calmly listened to me until I finished before he said softly, “So...”

“I want to enter the selection.” I said each word firmly.

“Ahem!” He cleared his throat, waved his hand, coughed lightly, then sat up straight, smiling as he said, “They often say the gate to the deep palace is as deep as the sea; some people only avoid it and don’t have time, but you want to open that door yourself.” His words didn’t mention the Phoenix’s prophecy; I didn’t know what he meant.

“Father...”

I was about to speak again when he waved his hand, stopping me from continuing. I had to remain silent and listen as he said, “You come here in such a hurry because of this. Amelia, if today I want you to let go of your hatred, to give up entering the palace, are you willing?”

Startled, I hurriedly said, “I don’t hate.”

“Ha!” He chuckled softly, stood up, walked to the window, and said, “Don’t hate, huh?”

I was about to speak, but he continued, “But some people have to rely on hatred to live. Maybe later, you will gradually realize.”

I shook my head, really not understanding what he meant. He asked again, “When are you going to enter the palace?”

It turned out he thought I came today to say goodbye to him? Taking half a step forward, I said, “Father, you don’t know; the Martinez family only has two spots for the selection.”

I said that, and he probably understood. No matter what, it wasn’t my turn.

Indeed, he turned his head, asking, “Huh? So... what have you done?”

With a slight smile, it seemed he was truly my teacher; he knew I had done something. I nodded. “I asked the son of an academician to help me; I hope he can secure a spot for me. What do you think?”

He didn’t answer but asked back, “It’s probably a very close friend of yours, Jeremy, right?”

I didn’t understand why he suddenly asked that, so I just laughed and replied, “That’s right.”

Gregory covered his mouth with a cough, laughed, and said, “Adding one more selection spot, huh? Well, I think Jeremy hasn’t necessarily...”

He didn’t continue, so I couldn’t help but ask, “Hasn’t necessarily what?” If he said Jeremy wouldn’t help me, of course, I wouldn’t believe it.

He turned around, softly saying, “It’s okay!”

I quickly said, “So, can I wipe my face now?” When Gregory wanted me to hide my appearance, he said it wasn’t good to reveal too much talent. I listened. But now it was the selection; of course, I had to show my perfect appearance.

Unexpectedly, Gregory shook his head, saying, “Not yet; it’s not time yet.”