Chapter 78: Wants to be married to Noah!
Selene POV
My throat constricted as tears filled my eyes. Brooke was right... at that moment, I felt like a FOOL!
I watched as everyone in the room kept going back and forth about a secret with a sense of bewilderment that was rapidly evolving into outrage. When I agreed to marry Noah, I had hoped and thought he would be different, that for the first time, he would see me and I’d be noticed but as usual, I was wrong.
All my dreams about being an ornamental Luna shattered once more in front of me as my gaze shifted from Noah to everyone else in the room. I was the stranger... the one that didn’t belong here. The single mom... the slut... the thief...
If I mattered so much... If Noah considered me his queen, would he not tell me even the hardest truths? When you love someone, you don’t protect them by telling them lies... you bare the truth in front of them and together, you fight until you right the wrong.
I fixated my gaze on Brooke who had a triumphant look on her face and I didn’t need to be told this was all her doing. I clenched my jaw in determination, drawing myself to my full height as I turned to face, Brooke, a calm expression on my face.
"I am not interested," I said calmly "If it concerns me, I’m sure I’ll be the first to know but since it doesn’t, I trust my husband to be able to handle things properly,".
I saw confusion flicker in Brookes’ eyes and I could tell that wasn’t the reaction she had been hoping to get.
Scoffing, Brooked sighed and said "Come down from your high airs, Selene... I know you’re curious... I saw how crushed you were a while back. I think I may have seen tears in your eyes too at some point. C’mon, admit that you want to know and I’ll tell you everything without holding back,".
The corners of my lips lifted in amusement as I strode forward towards Brooke, piercing her with a scathing look of utter disdain.
"Listen to me, Brooke," I said quietly "I don’t know what foolish games you’re playing at, nor do I particularly care. I’ve survived worse things and I haven’t been broken. What makes you think... all of you can put me in that position? I’ll decide what I want to hurt me, who I want to hurt and when. So...