***I sighed. I bet everything was clear now.“Miguel’s death was responsible for all this?” Ginevra queried dewy-eyed. “You weren’t even Miguel’s killer, I was…I killed him. Why did you have to undergo the torture for my mistake?” Ginevra teared up emotionally. I stood up and moved to the bed. I sat down beside her and held her close.“I can’t ever put you in danger, sweetheart. How can I ever do that?” I expressed misty-eyed. “Mother entrusted your safety into my hands, I assured her I will take care of you. I can’t ever breach that,” I assured and sniffed. I didn’t want to cry with her. She shouldn’t be encouraged to cry further. I wiped away her tears. “We are okay now, dear. You just got to see me like…like I was involved in an accident and, uh, I underwent surgery to change my facial look because my older face was, perhaps, damaged,” I stated. She turned her head and looked at me.“It doesn’t matter anymore, Luna. You are my sister, no matte

I continued staring at Luna in confusion. What was going on? “You seriously don’t recognize me?” I queried.“Please, leave me alone,” she declared, shifting away from me.“Luna?” I called in surprise. She snubbed me and laid down. I stood up, confusion washed over me. I glanced at her a few more times before leaving the room.Author’s noteDear readers, for you not to be confused, I will use the POV of Sienna this time. Likewise, when she’s back to being Luna, I will use Luna’s POV. But she will continue to be called Anabel till Emiliano gets to know who she is. I hope you understand. Sorry for any confusion raised 🙏~Sienna~After the lady who was referring to me as Luna left, I decided to get up and freshen up. Emiliano was still mad at me. I wouldn’t blame him anyway. I shouldn’t have left the way I did in the first place. What came over me? I stepped down from the bed. But hold on? How did I suddenly appear in Emiliano’s house? The last thing I remembered was being drunk and sway

~Sienna~I found myself in the middle of the woods, staring at a lady. It seems I have seen her before, but not certain where. She was sadly looking at me. I tried to rack my brain, yet I couldn’t remember her. She watched every movement I took to remember.“I am Luna,” she introduced herself.“Oh,” I smiled at my foolishness. I should have known. I was the one that treated her a year ago. “So, why are you here? I heard you died.”“I need your help, Sienna,” she said in the most desperate voice I have ever heard. “I want to use your body to get in contact with my sister, please,” Luna begged, taking a step toward me. I took a step back.“I can’t,” I declared, shaking my head stubbornly. “It was all your fault Emiliano is no longer mine,” I accused, getting pissed off. “If you hadn’t entered my body, I would have returned to Emiliano. Do you know how much it hurts to learn that he is in love with another? And that she is pregnant? I bet you wouldn’t know because you have never fal

I couldn’t shoot him. I shot at the wall. I dropped to my knees in tears. Ginevra slowly removed her hands from her ears, carefully turning around to look at Emiliano. She looked back at me. She rushed down to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying.“Calm down, crescent moon, I understand how you feel,” Ginevra sobbed. I sniffed. I couldn’t shoot Emiliano because of Ginevra. I love her so much to do anything for her. How could I kill the father of her unborn baby? All the vengeance and pain accumulated in my heart and it hurts. It felt like a brick was thrown at my heart when I decided not to shoot him because of Ginevra. Emiliano shuffled to us. Ginevra held me up.“We can sort this out, Luna, I honestly didn’t kill you, believe me,” Emiliano soothed. I cast a glare at him. Ginevra held my hand tightly. “I have never killed anyone, Luna, never in my life,” Emiliano stated.“Believe him, Luna, he didn’t kill you, I can vow he didn’t,” Ginevra added. My chest heaved up and down

“Do you remember Luna?” I queried, interrogatingly staring deep into her eyes like the shaft of the sun over a deep blue ocean. She went as quiet as still water with only the sound of her heart banging her ribcage. She stared at me, confusion wearing off the weight of fear from her heart. “You remember her?” I asked again, relaxing against the chair, giving her room to rack her brain. She intently shook her head. “Well, let me tell you a story, maybe then you can remember,” I said and sat up. “About a year ago, you called Luna, a photographer, you wanted her to shoot at your fake wedding. She believed you and traveled down to Naples. On the night of her arrival, a villain, the man she feared most in her life stormed into her hotel room. Now guess who showed up when she tried to escape,” I narrated. Her chest began heaving up and down again. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, clustered sweat rushing down her temple.“I…I…I…” she tried to speak, but no other words came out. I gave