The Forgotten Necklace of the Moon Goddess Chapter 5

I picked up the paper numbly and dragged my heavy body to the address.

It was a pawn shop on the edge of the Neutral Zone. The owner was a cunning dwarf. When he heard why I was there, he didn't argue. He just brought out the Moon Goddess necklace.

Sienna must have arranged this.

I felt nothing. I just wanted to return the necklace to Killian so we would be even.

But when I reached for it, the owner suddenly let go.

Smash!

The delicate silver chain hit the concrete floor. The moonstone pendant shattered into a million pieces.

I froze, my face draining of blood.

The owner gasped dramatically. "Hey! Watch it, girl! That's a sacred relic! You dropped it, not me!"

"Nora!"

A furious roar erupted behind me.

I spun around to see Killian, with Sienna clinging to his arm, a triumphant look on her face.

"See, Killian? I told you!" Sienna chirped. "Nora did it on purpose!"

"She smashed Mom's necklace just to spite you. And you still wanted to forgive her?"

Killian didn't seem to hear her. His eyes were locked on the pile of shattered moonstone dust. He walked over, his steps heavy.

He knelt stiffly. It took him a long time to pick up the fragments, piece by piece, clutching them in his palm until they cut his skin.

"It wasn't me. He dropped it. And I wasn't the one who sold Mom's heirloom five years ago..."

Seeing his devastated posture, panic surged in my chest. I couldn't help but try to explain.

But hearing my voice, Killian stood up abruptly.

He slapped me.

Slap!

I was knocked off my feet, crashing hard onto the dirty floor.

My stomach twisted in agony. My face burned. Uncontrollable physiological tears streamed down my face.

His chest heaved, his expression terrifying.

"You have the nerve to lie? For five years, I gave you chances. I told myself if you just came home and told me where the necklace was, I'd forgive you."

"But you? Look what you've done!"

"Nora, you don't deserve to be a Blackwood. You don't deserve to be my sister!"

He was utterly disappointed. He roared at me with red-rimmed eyes, losing his composure completely.

My heart plummeted straight to hell.

I felt the metallic taste of blood rise in my throat. I swallowed it back with everything I had.

I choked out a sob.

"What if I really die?"

"Stop playing the victim!"

Killian glared at me with disgust. He was squeezing the shards so hard blood dripped from his fist.

"Even if you die, I won't shed a tear!"

"Okay."

I clenched my fists and shakily stood up.

In that moment, everything became clear.

I was going to die anyway.

Grudges, debts... none of it mattered anymore.

If he thought I did it, then fine. I did it.

Once I was nothing but a pile of ash, none of this would mean anything.

I gave a bitter laugh and turned to walk out of the shop.

Killian shouted behind me.

"Where the hell are you going?! Are you trying to piss me off until I have a stroke?"

I didn't look back. My voice drifted over my shoulder.

"You don't need to die. I'll do it for you."

For the next two days, Killian didn't contact me.

He took the necklace to a witch for repair, but the magic was gone. It was just broken stone now.

He was furious.

On the first day, he publicly announced he was severing all ties with me.

In front of the media, his face was cold as stone.

"From now on, I will not intervene in Nora Blackwood's affairs. She can work wherever she wants—she can be a blood slave for vampires for all I care."

"I only ask that no one mentions her name in my presence. It makes me sick."

The media went wild. He acted swiftly, striking my name from the family genealogy.

On the second day, he took Sienna to the family cemetery to pay respects to the ancestors.

He legally changed her name and officially recognized her as the eldest daughter of the Blackwood family.

A relative asked him, "Is this necessary? Nora is your blood sister. If you cut her off completely, she won't survive as a Rogue."

Killian pursed his lips, his tone mocking.

"What could happen to her? I've been pressuring her for five years, and she's still alive, isn't she?"

"Wolves are hard to kill. She won't die. She doesn't have the guts, and she certainly doesn't have the face to meet our mother!"

It’s a pity. He was wrong again.

Because at that moment, I was right beside him. As a ghost.

I had been dead for two days. My body was floating in the freezing river at the foot of the manor's mountain.

It hurt too much. I was too sad.

Death was a release.

But what I didn't expect was the phone call Killian received on the third day.

It was the funeral home owner, shouting so loud Killian could hear it without speakerphone.

"Are you Nora's brother? She put you down as her emergency contact, so don't try to deny it!"

"Your sister ordered a custom urn here and hasn't paid the balance. Do you want the damn thing or not?"