Chapter 87: A Luna's role

"Hello, George. I only have ten minutes to spare. Anything you want to tell me?"

Georgina gazed at Luca blankly. The latter was leaning her side against the jamb, her arms folded underneath her chest, and a crafty smirk on her face. The iron taste of blood filled Georgina's cavity, allowing her to confidently say this wasn't a hallucination. 

This was reality. 

And this reality? It greatly differed from what she had expected if Luca was to find out about this place. 

"What the hell is going on?" Georgina blurted out under her breath, watching Luca's brows elevate. "How can you be so calm?"

"Calm?" Luca assessed Georgina's situation. "I expected way worse, but it seemed you are fine."

Georgina aggressively moved forward, producing a sharp clang of chains that bound her. 

"You!" she panted, grinding her teeth as realization dawned on her. "Who are you?"

"I'm Luca." Luca chuckled playfully. "Your husband's mistress."