Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 78: Chap-78*Break Me!*

**Cynthia Dion: **

"You guys are leaving already?" she asked with a little sad pout.

"Yeah! I’ve chosen to take her out for dinner," he said, gazing at me with a grin that falsely suggested he was madly in love with me. I couldn’t help but return his grin because I didn’t want to make him furious by not doing so. It was like going back to the same hell-hole.

"Okay, that’s good news," she said cheerfully, believing that her sister was living the life of a fairytale. I wouldn’t wish such a fairytale existence on anyone; the only fairytale her sister was living was the one where everything was just terrible and there were monsters and giants waiting to eat her or come for her blood.

"By the way, I have not seen your father around. Where is he?" Mr. Holt asked Flora, making me wonder what he was up to now.

"He is out with his friends," she replied sadly. I can only imagine how lonely she must feel here every night.

"He is such a bad father. Don’t prepare food tonight. I will have my guards bring you food and guard the house so that you can sleep in peace, okay?" He said and gave a smile that looked so genuine.

Just the way she smiled at him said everything. At least my sister gets to live a good life. I would get a thousand beatings for her just to see her happy.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Holt," she said, nodding and then smiling at me. I am sure she was happy that I have found myself the 'best' mate.

"There's no need to thank me, Flora. You are like my little sister," he was almost like a completely different person when talking to her. More like a father figure. But then again, he was good at deceiving people, so I couldn’t trust him with her.

"Let’s go, babe," he said, before turning his body just a little to signal that we were departing, and I just went along blindly. He didn’t say a word in the vehicle, but I could feel my blood pressure tumbling. The way I was feeling tonight was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I was tempted to question him about what he had seen in the home, but I refrained because doing so would only get me into more trouble.

As soon as we arrived at the property, my thoughts began to be invaded by earlier recollections. Even though I was having trouble breathing, I put on a brave expression and got out of the vehicle after him so I could follow him and go wherever he went.

We were going to our room, of course, but the thought of being alone with him and having to confront whatever kinds of truths he was being told about me made me anxious.

"Can I fi---rst go see Maleeka?" I asked him. If she had read those texts, she might have the wrong idea about me. She was the only one who was showing some care for me, so I didn’t want to lose her.

"Mr. Holt! She was very ni----," I was so naïve that I really thought I would be able to distract him.

Once we were in the room, he locked the door and grunted loudly. I formed a confused frown as he marched past me toward the bed after locking the door and asking, "Is this the reason you ran away?" while pointing at the bed.

"You believed I wouldn’t know if you lost your virginity?" He said, "But you left behind a proof for me to see," he yelled as he kept pointing at the sheets. Which made me cry out in terror. I covered my lips so he wouldn’t hear me gasp.

"Come here," he demanded, and when I didn’t comply with his instructions, he raced over to grab my arm and pull me toward the bed.

My flesh was being torn through by his razor-sharp nails, which ached abominably.

I was able to see what he was gesturing at once. I halted directly beside the bed; there was some blood on the sheets.

"You lost your virginity in my bed," he yelled and raised his hand to slap me as I ran to the corner of the room and hugged myself.

When the question I was asked was nothing more than a grave indictment of my character, panic hit me hard. I made an effort to breathe so that I could calm down and describe to him what it was specifically and where it came from, but I quickly realized that I was experiencing a panic attack.

He seized my arms, pressed my body against his, and screamed angrily, "Answer me, who was it?" while spitting the words on my face.

"It is-------," He would now assume that I don’t have an explanation for the allegations because I was sobbing and struggling to breathe when I shouldn’t have had a panic attack. He had pulled me back from the corner.

"Why did you bring Atticus into our bedroom?" He grasped my hair in his fist and yanked them and then pressed my face against the crusted blood on the bedsheet.

It was definitely from my back; I recall that it had already begun to hemorrhage a little, and by the time I arrived home to Flora, it had expanded and had started to bleed more.

"Fucking tell me the truth, why?" He yelled and pushed me in the bed, raising his hand and slapping my cheek so hard that he silenced everything for me for a few minutes.

"And then you had the nerve to break my mirror?" He added, grabbing the shard from the floor and approaching me, "I will fucking show you what I can do to make you speak," he cupped my face tightly and pressed the broken glass against my cheek, threatening to leave a mark on my face.

"Tell me, why?" he muttered. From this close, I was able to see the devil peeking through his eyes. I don’t know if I have ever met anyone scarier than my father until I met Mr. Holt.

"Fine," he nodded once I didn’t reply.