Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 193: Chap-193*I Did It*

Cynthia Dion:

He gasped as his entire stance shook; he wasn’t anticipating me hitting him. It must have shattered his ego because he took a whole minute to respond to that.

Before he could utter a word or take any action, I sensed somebody rushing towards me, turning me around with the intention of slapping me. I acted swiftly to prevent Maleeka from landing a hit by grasping her wrist, and I glared into her eyes.

"You spread falsehoods about me, and I forgave you, but I won't allow you to lay a hand on me," I muttered at her face while Thea manifested through my eyes. Maleeka gasped and struggled to break free. I don’t know what had come over me, but I was so furious that I didn’t release her, and Mr. Holt made no effort to intervene either.

"Cynthia!" Atticus sprinted toward us and freed his sister from my grip. I don’t know why I did that, but I bet I was the one who ended up in the wrong.

"Your mate slapped the Royal Beta and then seized my hand," Maleeka shouted, showing no remorse for fabricating a story about me attempting to harm her. Here she was, once again distorting the situation to cast me in a negative light.

"Because you were about to give me a slap," I retorted, maintaining eye contact.

"Enough!" Atticus positioned himself between us and yelled, "What did you say to her that made her slap you?" He locked eyes with Mr. Holt, who still hadn’t recovered from the impact of that slap.

"Why don’t you ask your mate why she came over here to chat with me when I was keeping to myself? Ask her why she can’t let me be?" He shouted, needing an outlet for his anger.

Getting slapped by someone he had treated as a slave once wasn’t a walk in the park for him.

"All of you, head back to your rooms," I wagered Mr. Holt knew Atticus had a slight bias when it came to me. Mr. Holt took hold of Maleeka’s hand and ushered her to his room while Atticus led the way to our room. I hurried after him to explain that I didn’t approach Mr. Holt because I was desperate to catch a glimpse of him.

"I was just having a disagreement with him," I hastily explained as I entered the room after Atticus.

"Cynthia! You have to steer clear of that man. I've made it clear that I'll safeguard you, so there's no need for you to get your hands dirty anymore. Haven't I emphasized that to you?" He sounded displeased with me for acting without consulting him.

"I am sorry!" I whispered, casting my gaze downward.

"It's fine. Just ensure you don't land yourself in any more trouble," he had regained his composure and spoke with a calm demeanor.

"I promise," I complied with his request.

"I will leave for some work and will join you again soon. Please, just make sure you don’t face any of them again," he advised before exiting the room. He was right! I shouldn't give them any chance to paint me in a negative light, especially since Maleeka, who was also biased like Atticus, was against me.

I remained seated on my bed until my eyes landed on his closet.

Realizing I hadn't done anything to assist him, I decided to tidy up his closet.

I made small efforts, taking gradual steps toward becoming and behaving like his mate and wife.

As I began sorting through his closet, a sense of sympathy washed over me. It appeared he didn't have anyone to look after him, and as a young alpha, he wasn't particularly adept at keeping his wardrobe up to date or attending to his laundry.

A folded jacket caught my attention, carelessly shoved into a corner of the closet. As I pulled the jacket out, something else tumbled to the floor, causing the jacket to unfurl. A frown creased my forehead when I recognized what it was – a cellphone. Not just any cellphone, but the one he had once shared in a text conversation between Mr. Holt and me.

My body shivered as I reminisced about those days, but more specifically, my curiosity was piqued about the videos they had discussed. There was a folder he claimed was unlocked, yet he hadn’t found anything in it.

Without any hesitation, I grabbed the phone and hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind me to sift through its contents. I had no idea what I would discover, but my heart was already pounding like a drum.

I leaned against the wall, clutching the phone in my hands. I opened the inbox, finding the same messages. Pausing, I hesitated before clicking on the gallery.

To my surprise and horror, there were numerous pictures of Maleeka, visibly bruised, sent to my number from Mr. Holt’s phone.

My heart sank in my chest at the atrocities he had committed against her. I watched all of them, tears streaming down my face.

She had already endured so much. So why did she lie and wish for me to go through the same ordeal?

I wiped away my tears and entered the video folder, shocked by the multitude of videos it contained. I opened the very first video ever sent to him, Mr. Holt, and in that moment, I realized that I knew nothing about my life as it seemed.

*Hi, I’m Cynthia! I have been watching you come home to meet my dad, and I couldn’t help but notice how handsome you are. I have been thinking of talking to you but couldn’t muster the courage. But today I’ve finally decided to make this video message for you. Mr. Holt, I really like you,*

The video concluded, revealing my face. It was undoubtedly me speaking in that video, yet I had no recollection of it. My heart began to skip beats. With trepidation, I opened the next video, and that was the one that shattered my confidence.

*Look what I've got for you! A black lingerie! I will wear it for you, but it seems you are too busy with the snake of your wife. You know I don’t like her; then why do you choose to stick around with her? Anyway, if you can make her cry right now, I will wear this and record myself for you,*

"No! That can’t be true. I can’t do this to Maleeka or anyone," I began mumbling, opening the next video with trembling hands. Sure enough, I was wearing that lingerie and seducing Mr. Holt.

All this time, I thought I was innocent, but in reality, I was the one who started all this.