𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁

Luna's POV.

"YOU TOLD MY DAD?!"

"Luna, relax—."

"No, I'm not gonna relax! What did you call my father for? I thought we were handling this ourselves?!"

"AYE! SHUT UP!"

Xiomara's outburst had taken both Jordan and me by surprise, but my anger, embarrassment, and frustration were still evident as I glared at him.

The fact that Jordan had gone behind my back and informed my father about the whole Lana situation had now led to this—my father calling everyone to the house, including my siblings' significant others, to instill "protection procedures" as if I were some kind of walking charity case.

I couldn't believe Jordan would take it upon himself to involve my family to this extent, especially my father, who has a tendency to overreact and take things to the next level.

"Luna," my father's voice carried a mix of frustration and concern, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. "For once, stop being so stubborn and realize when someone is trying to help you. Do you understand the gravity of this situation?"

Christian, always the voice of reason, chimed in, his eyes earnest. "I agree. Maybe having someone keeping an eye out from a distance could help without making you feel overwhelmed."

Javiér, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up, his tone serious. "I did a background check on Lana myself right after your dad briefed me, and let's just say that what I found was definitely concerning, to say the least."

Across the room, Xiomara, with her arms crossed tightly, looked incredulous. "I still can't believe you hired her."

Javiér quickly corrected her, his expression tense. "I didn't hire her, Rodger did."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of Javiér's words settled over us. The revelation that Lana had been closer than we thought, employed by someone within our own circle, sent a shiver down my spine. The implications were disturbing, and for the first time, I began to see the situation through the lens of my family's concern.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, admitting that perhaps my independence had clouded my judgment to the potential dangers lurking just beneath the surface. The realization that my stubbornness could have put not only myself but also those I loved in jeopardy was a humbling moment.

As I looked around the room at the faces filled with worry and determination to protect me, a sense of gratitude mingled with my frustration. It was clear that the issue at hand was not just about my personal feelings towards Lana or my desire for independence. It was about the safety and well-being of my family and myself.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in their words. "Okay," I finally said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Let's talk about what we can do together. But please, let's make sure we're all on the same page moving forward. No more decisions made without me, alright?"

The agreement was immediate, a united front forming as we began to discuss the next steps. Despite the turmoil, there was comfort in knowing I wasn't alone in this. My family, Jordan, everyone was here for me, ready to face whatever came our way together.

Angelica took charge, her eyes scanning the room with determination. "Your album release party is coming up in two weeks. We'll hire extra security—."

I frowned, interrupting her plan. "No."

Jordan chimed in, his expression firm. "Yes."

I let out an exasperated sigh, crossing my arms defiantly like a petulant child. The tension in the room shifted between stubbornness and practicality, a silent battle of wills.