Author Pov.

This part gonna change your view about cruel jerk Hunter Knight a little.

Luna was confused but still went towards him. She looked at the table and was surprised to see already prepared lunch. But then she stiffen in her place when Hunter back hugged her heaving his face in her crook. Her grip on her bag tightened when he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"How is your shoulder." Luna gulped.

"It's better." He hummed in response. They both stayed silent while he was still hugging her. Of course, Hunter didn't place his head on her injured shoulder.

"Let's eat lunch." He said leaving her and sitting on the chair motioning her to sit but Luna gulped staring at the dishes. Well, Hunter cooked. Is it even edible. Hunter let out a chuckle after seeing her expressions.

"Don't worry I didn't make this. I ordered it. And because of your injury, I ordered this porridge that will be good for you. Now stop doubting and eat." After hearing his words Luna sighed in relief and sat on the chair. Both started to eat in a comfortable silence. Hunter stopped eating and stared at Luna for some time.

All night he thought about them. Most likely about her. He thought about their marriage. About their relationship. Then he realized that Dylan's words were indeed a bitter truth. Luna and Hunter really don't have a relationship in which they could freely call themselves as each other.

All these 5 months Luna and Hunter remained in contact only for Hunter's sexual desires. She fulfilled his needs and asked only one thing in return. To not hurt her loved ones. He is indeed a cruel demon. He mentally laughed at his words well there is no doubt in it. He is indeed a monster.

"Luna. What are we." Luna looked at him. She let out a sad chuckle.

"We. There is nothing like we master. Your my owner and I am your possession." Hunter looked at her expressions which hold nothing but pain. He gulped before looking at his plate. Luna was surprised when she heard him talking.

"I was an orphan. I was born in an orphanage. My mom died giving birth to me. My aunt who was my mother's friend told me everything about my mother's life when I was 6 years old. My mom got pregnant from her fiance but when she went to tell her so-called fiance. He broke their engagement saying that my mother is poor and he wanted a rich and beautiful woman as his wife."

"My mother let him go. She struggled to give me a birth. But when I was born she was too sick and couldn't be able to handle the pain and passed away." Luna was stunned to hear his words. But what more shocked her was his calm expressions. His face held no pain or any sadness. It was cold. Cold as ice.

"When I become 7 years old. My so-called father came and adopted me from the orphanage. When I went with him against my will. I came to know that he only wanted me back because his so-called rich and beautiful wife can't be a mother. He asked me for my mother but I blocked him away. He asked for my forgiveness and for my mother's but I kept on blocking him away from my life. I lived with him but always behaved like a stranger with him. And you know the funny thing. He showed his care for me through money. He gave me everything and anything I wished but how bad it is that the thing I ever wanted was his love and affection, not money."

"When I become 13 years old. I got used to my father. We started to communicate with each other. My life wasn't really beautiful but it was fine. Until that day." He stopped and this time his face turned colder making Luna gulped.

"The day when I came to know that he wasn't my father. That man was nothing. I was nothing to him. He was just keeping and caring about me because he was my mother's friend and my mother asked him to do so. That day my real father who was a mafia leader came crashed into our house. He killed my fake father and kept me as hostage. I cried. And cried for God knows how many days. No matter how fake that man was he still cared about me and treated me as his own son. He never tried to use me for wrong things but my real father did."

"After he took me with him. He told me about everything. Him being my real father but you know how cruel that bastard was. He had a wife who already had a son. You guessed it right doll. It was Dylan Mathews." Luna didn't say anything just stared at him. He also didn't look at her just stared blankly at his plate.

"Dylan wasn't my dad's real son but Dylan didn't know about it. He always thought of Mr. Knight as his father. But he never used his name with him which always made me curious because he always used Mathews which was her mother's first name."

"After taking me with him. He threw me in his underworld like an animal. He didn't care if I ended up dying. He didn't care if I even wanted to be a mafia or not because he never cared for what I wanted. After being treated recklessly for 7 years. When I become 20 years old he announced me as a mafia leader. I was the youngest mafia leader in Knight's history."

His expressions turned into proud one. And a small smirk appeared on his lips.

"I was strong and have the ability to fought 30 men in one go. But that was not what I wanted. I wanted blood. His blood. I wanted to see him crying. Dying and begging for mercy. I wanted to rip him apart." Smirk didn't leave his face and his grip on the fork tighten.

"And finally I did. After becoming Mafia leader. It took me two more years to build my own company. I never wanted anything from my so-called father. Neither his company nor his money. That's why I made my own company. After reaching the age of 23. I did what I wanted to do. I finally avenge my mother and my fake father."

He turned his face and stared at numb Luna. Her mind went blank.His lips curved upwards seeing visible fear in her eyes.

"I killed him." Luna's lips parted in complete shock. He killed his own father.

"But you know doll. Before slitting his throat. I gave him the same amount of pain which he granted me once. I kept him in my dungeon for a month. Without any food. Only water. I kept him alive to make him realize how hell feels like. Because after all he soon was going there. For the first two weeks, he kept his mouth shut. No begging. No crying after all he was a mafia leader once."

"But in 3rd week he cried."Hunter started laughing like a manic.

"Can you believe it. He cried and begged me to leave him. I did everything that he did to me. Whipping. Beating. Using different tools to torture him. But After a month. I killed him just the way he did to my fake father. I slit his throat away and let him die slowly." He smiled psychotically at Luna and placed his hand on hers. He started caressing the back of her hand with his thumb.

"His blood gave me a most pleasurable feeling. The view of him dying was the most beautiful and peaceful scenery I ever had seen." Luna's breath got stuck in her throat seeing him smiling like a manic.

"You must be thinking why Dylan didn't do anything right. Dylan was adopted by my father. He never knew about everything I did to my father. After father's death, Dylan and I got in competition for my father's company. We fought fairly for it and at last Dylan considered more capable of it than me. He got it and I simply backed off focusing on my own company. After that, we never met for 4 years. And now we met again because of you."

Luna stayed quiet. Hunter also didn't say anything. Luna couldn't believe that he had this bad past. But like people say.

No soul is born evil. It's this world and its people who forced an innocent soul turn into a house of devilish acts.

She stared at his face and then said some words which made Hunter to let out a small chuckle.

"Hunter. You are sick. You need help." She said realizing that he indeed need help. His dark past had made his mental condition unstable. Now she knows why he has so much anger issues.

He was treated like a rag which made him think that only powerful people can live a peaceful life. But where is the peace in his life. Nowhere.

"Your right doll. I am sick. I am mentally sick. I have many diseases. Anger. Anxious. Possessiveness over my things. Way too much possessiveness. My mind was almost becoming a psycho house with only bad and devilish thoughts. But."

He unexpectedly brought Luna's hand near his lips and placed a soft kiss on it.

"But I don't need medicines. They can't bring the real me back. I can't make these psycho thoughts disappear. But my one precious possession can." He looked straight in her eyes before leaning to her face.

"Whenever I am with my precious treasure. I felt peace. Sometimes got triggered but nowadays I started to control my anger. Whenever I hold that treasure in my arms I always get peaceful sleep without any nightmares. My possessiveness is still there but my body restricts me from hurting that treasure. I don't need anything. I just need a cure. And my cure is that treasure."

He leaned to her face leaving only a distance of inches away. "And you know who that treasure is."

"My cure. And my precious treasure. Is you doll. Only you can help me. Only you can cure me. Hold me and vowed to not let go ever. Be mine not with your body but with your soul."

He yearned for her everything. He mourned for her to be his solely. But little did he know that her soul and heart already got stamped with someone else's name.

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