The young and inexperienced policeman struggled to comprehend why certain individuals were exempt from adhering to traffic regulations
He remained oblivious to the fact that injustice was an enduring aspect of life. Even police officers were powerless against the influence of privileges, left with no choice but to make compromises in the face of such circumstances. The exercise of power was evident in such situations.
That served as one of the motivations for my desire to become Caleb’s
Luna.
As a member of the prestigious Barton family, I, too, could partake in reckless road races, devoid of any fear of being apprehended by the police.
However, that alone was insufficient.
Unless I ascended to the pinnacle of power, I would perpetually endure condescension and disdain from others.
I loved Caleb and I Loved power. The prospect of becoming Caleb’s Luna held the allure of a captivating and alluring future, where I could ascend to the pinnacle of power alongside the person I loved. It painted a beautiful and enticing picture of what lay ahead.
Therefore, admitting defeat was not an option for me.
Debra was just the daughter of a prostitute. How could she ever compare to me?
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, ensuring that every aspect of my makeup was flawlessly applied. Satisfied with my appearance, I made my way to the door of Caleb’s room, anticipation building as I waited for him to arrive.
As expected, Caleb emerged from the elevator shortly after. However, to my dismay, Caleb appeared in a wretched state. Upon entering the room, he resorted to drinking excessively, succumbing to the abusive grip of alcohol.𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Without hesitation, I trailed behind Caleb and entered the room.
After briefly acknowledging my presence with a glance, Caleb persisted in his relentless consumption of alcohol. In a gentle and concerned tone, I queried, “Darling, it seems like you’re in a bad mood. What happened?”
In a cold and detached tone, Caleb uttered, “Janiya, why haven’t you left yet?”
His Lingering anger was palpable, evident in his demeanor and the tone of his words.
Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded, “Caleb, please don’t make me go back. I can’t bear it. It’s incredibly humiliating. I can’t face going back there!”
Since my departure from the Thorn Edge Pack, the weight of expectations from everyone, including my father, had been pressing down on me, anticipating my return as Caleb’s Luna.
However, all those aspirations had been shattered by Debra, leaving my dreams and ambitions in ruins.
“I’m already being tolerant to you by asking you to return to the Thorn
Edge Pack!”
“I’m truly sorry. I’ve learned from my mistake. Please forgive me this time. I promise I won’t repeat it again!”
I even came close to kneeling down and begging.
Nevertheless, he remained apathetic.
After a realization dawned upon me, I clenched my jaw and wiped away my tears. In a frigid tone, I uttered, “Caleb, you must carefully consider this. It is only by keeping me here that the Barton family will lend their assistance in relocating Roz Town’s residents. If you insist on driving me away, you will lose the support of my family!”
