Avenging Luna
Chapter 69: Villain’s Mind

Chapter 69: Villain’s Mind

Lily’s POV:

So the little bitch was pregnant. And unsure if she wanted to keep it? Oh, this is going to be easier than I ever expected.

I leaned back in the chair, barely able to contain the glee bubbling inside me. The moment I overheard Leila’s little heart-to-heart with Nelly, I knew the Moon Goddess had blessed me with the perfect opportunity. She was scared, conflicted, and it was clear she wasn’t sure about keeping the baby.

This was my chance.

All I had to do was push things along—just a little nudge—and Drake would never look at her like his perfect little mate again. No, he’d hate her. He’d despise her for killing his child, and their bond would never recover from something like that.

The image of Drake’s face when he found out flickered in my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was so head over heels for her, blind to everything else. But once he realized she wasn’t as perfect as he thought, once he saw her for what she really was—weak, broken, unfit to carry his child—he’d turn on her.

And I’d be right there, waiting. Ready to pick up the pieces.

I rose from the chair, smoothing the smile off my face. I couldn’t let anyone see how pleased I was with this new development. No, I needed to keep playing my role. Repentant, remorseful, like I was the one trying to make things right. After all, they thought I was trying to redeem myself for leaving my own baby behind. How pathetic.

But that little boy wasn’t my concern anymore. He served his purpose when I left him at the hospital, making me seem like the broken, regretful mother who wanted another chance. It was the perfect story to worm my way back into Drake’s world.

I just hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly.

Leila was breaking down all on her own. The fear, the doubt—it was eating her alive. I wouldn’t have to lift a finger to destroy her. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t help speed things along. If I played this right, I’d get exactly what I wanted.

I needed to act the part. No one could suspect me of anything. I had to be more careful than ever.

I headed back inside, glancing around to make sure no one saw the triumph lurking in my eyes. Lucas and Nelly were still in the other room, and I could hear the baby cooing softly. Perfect. I could slip right back in without anyone suspecting a thing.

As I walked past the baby, I looked down at him for a brief second. He was adorable, with chubby cheeks and bright eyes, but there was no tug on my heart. He wasn’t mine. He was a tool, a means to an end, and Lucas and Nelly were fools for taking him in. They thought they could raise him like he was their own, but I wasn’t interested in playing house anymore.

No, I had bigger plans. And Leila’s baby—if she even had it—would be the key to everything.

I strolled back into the living room, making sure my face was set in an expression of remorse and humility. Drake wasn’t around, which was good. I’d have to deal with him later, but right now, I needed to focus on keeping up appearances.

Nelly smiled when she saw me, and I made sure to return it, soft and sweet, just like they expected me to. I even threw in a little sigh, like I was still burdened by the weight of my past decisions.

"Everything okay?" Nelly asked, her eyes kind but cautious.

I nodded, biting my lip like I was deep in thought. "Yeah. Just... still thinking about everything, you know? I’ve made so many mistakes, and I just want to make things right."

Nelly’s face softened, and I knew I had her hooked. She had such a bleeding heart, always wanting to see the good in people. It made her easy to manipulate.

"You’re doing the right thing," Nelly said, placing a comforting hand on my arm. "It’s not easy to admit when we’ve done wrong, but you’re trying, Lily. That’s what matters."

I gave her a small, grateful smile. "Thanks, Nelly. That means a lot coming from you."

Inside, I was laughing. It was all too easy.

I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of Leila as she walked past the window, heading toward the woods. Probably going off to sulk and think about her decision. Good. Let her stew in it. The more she thought about ending her pregnancy, the more likely she’d be to follow through. And when that happened, Drake would never forgive her.

I just had to make sure he found out at the right moment.

But for now, I needed to stay patient. I couldn’t let anyone think I was too interested in what was going on with Leila. It had to seem like I was focused on my own redemption, my own second chance.

Still, a part of me itched to do more. To push Leila further into her doubt, to make her question herself even more. Maybe I’d find a way to "accidentally" remind her of what a failure she might be as a mother. Something subtle, something that wouldn’t point back to me.

I could feel the excitement bubbling under my skin again, but I forced myself to stay calm. Everything was falling into place. I just needed to wait a little longer, play the part a little better, and soon enough, Drake would be mine.

Because once Leila made the mistake of aborting that baby, she wouldn’t just lose the child.

She’d lose Drake too.

And I would be there to pick up the pieces, to offer him the comfort and support he needed. I’d show him that I was the one who truly understood him, the one who deserved to be by his side.

As I sat there, pretending to listen to Nelly talk about the baby, I smiled to myself.

The game had already begun.

And I was going to win.