Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 60: Chap-60*Are You Happy Now?*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I didn't want to upset him; after all, he was my sister's ticket to happiness and financial security.

He persisted, and I couldn't help but feel nauseated. Internally, I was screaming in agony as he continued, and the revulsion I felt brought tears streaming down my cheeks. He had turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life, and unfortunately, I was now trapped in this situation.

"Maybe Maleeka was right," he groaned. "I shouldn't have spoiled you, ahhh!"

"So, you wanted to use me as security without giving anything in return?" He grumbled and made snide comments throughout. "Luckily, I know how to settle debts," he remarked. I wished I could pass out from the disgust because those were the longest and most repulsive minutes I had ever experienced.

"Do you want to swallow?" Suddenly, he left the decision up to me. When I shook my head, he did what I hoped for - he stopped and withdrew, releasing only onto my cheeks.

"Ahhhhh!" His final moan pierced my ears, sending shivers through my body. He lay beside me briefly before getting to his feet once again.

It felt as though he was giving me a choice just to make it appear like he wasn't imposing anything on me. As I turned over on the bed to vomit, he rushed into the restroom to clean up. My body was in an inexplicable kind of pain.

It wasn't my fault, but because of this moment, I might never be able to look anyone in the eye again. He didn't even glance at me as he exited the restroom and then the room to pursue his own agenda.

I rushed to the restroom, needing to vomit more. I stood under the shower, sobbing uncontrollably now that I had some privacy. I spent an hour in that shower, not knowing what I was doing, but my tears didn't stop as I washed myself. My neck was in a lot of pain, and I noticed the bruise was turning purple.

When I stepped out of the restroom, I may have cleaned every trace of filth from my body, but I lacked the courage to remain standing. I fell to my knees before I could reach the bed, whimpering once more.

"Let me speak to her," I heard Atticus's faint, angry voice from a distance. He was approaching to have a conversation with me. I didn't know what was happening, but I could tell he was heading toward my room because his voice grew louder. The pain from the mark was constant and intense. I didn't expect it to cause this much pain, and I couldn't understand why it was bleeding.

Mr. Holt had left the door open when he left, so I was already in a vulnerable position. I rolled my eyes while I remained on my knees, sniffling and waiting for Atticus to arrive. He wanted to talk, and I was eager to have a word with him.

"Atticus, let it go! I don't want Zeon to get angry with me," Maleeka attempted to dissuade her brother from confronting me, warning him that Zeon would be furious if he found out.

"They are the ones who are at fault, so you shouldn't be afraid of them," Atticus began to speak about me, but I couldn't even react to it. My mind was still trying to process what I had just been through.

Before long, Atticus entered the room with his sister trailing behind him. The sight of them made my stomach churn. Perhaps they had no idea about what Zeon had done to me just two hours ago.

Maleeka gazed at my face, her expression turning to a frown as she observed my state.

"What happened to y--," she started to ask, but before she could say more, Atticus pushed her out of the room and locked the door behind him.

As I recalled what had happened when Mr. Holt had trapped us inside before everything occurred, my body trembled. Zeon had pressed so hard on my left palm that it was now swollen.

My body quivered with fear as I stared at Atticus's face. Before turning on the lights, he paused by the doorway and took a moment to breathe heavily.

"You did what you've been plotting for ages," his remark didn't really bother me because I had already endured the worst just an hour earlier.

He moved closer to me, his voice filled with anger. "Talk to me," he demanded, insisting that I stand up.

Although he had a lot to answer for, it didn't seem to be his focus. "Now you're kneeling before me. What did all of this achieve? You've not only ruined my life but also my sibling's by playing these awful games," I couldn't muster the strength to lift my head in response to his shouts.

Finally, he leaned over me and said, "Get up!" He grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet.

"Tell me, are you happy now?" He screamed directly in my face, his breath brushing against my skin. In his grip, I felt like a lifeless doll.

"Are you happy?" I finally whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Huh?" I managed a smile through the pain. "Are you damn happy now?" I shouted, trembling as I struggled to remain upright, but in that moment, I was too weak to continue.

"You did this to me. You could have just told me he was your brother-in-law, you could have just warned me. But you pushed and pushed me so much that I found solace in his arms and accepted him as the only one who could protect me from you and your insane hatred for me. So tell me now, are you damn happy, Alpha Atticus?" I yelled at the top of my lungs, while he stared back at me with a horrified expression on his face.

He glared at me for a moment before his expression began to change as he noticed that I wasn't well.

"What's wrong with you?" His eyes scanned my body, and I guessed he had figured out what was happening by now.

"Cynthia!" he whispered, gently cupping my face. I wished he had noticed my misery earlier, when he abducted me, and come to save me, but he hadn't.