Chapter 151

Chapter 151
Emily raised her hand and slapped Matthew across the face. Her eyes were red, her chest heaving violently.
"How many times I sleep with him is none of your damn business! Matthew, this is my life, not yours to control!"
"And why the hell shouldn’t I care? Even if you're filthy, you’re still the Luna of Moonlight! I won’t let you disgrace my pack!" Matthew roared through gritted teeth.
His cheek still burned from the slap. He hadn’t expected Emily to dare hit him.
Emily thrashed fiercely in his grip, the wound on her back tearing further. But she didn’t care about the pain. She just wanted to get away. However, from the blood loss, her vision dimmed. And when Matthew struck her, everything went black. She collapsed, unconscious.
Her body slumped to one side, revealing her bloodied, wounded back before Matthew's eyes. His brows furrowed deeply, an overwhelming sense of unease rising within him. He clearly hated Emily, yet seeing her injured caused his heart to ache instinctively.
He carried her upstairs, removed her outer garment, and began dressing her wounds. As he looked at the gash on Emily’s back, Matthew’s expression turned grim. Though anger still simmered, because she had intended to seek help from Peter, the injury was undoubtedly his doing. Had the impact hit the nape of her neck instead of her back, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
At that moment, Emily was unconscious, but her face remained contorted in pain, and she murmured faintly:
"Matthew, please... help me save my father..."
A crystal tear slipped past her temple, and she looked utterly tormented. Matthew instinctively reached out to wipe it away, only to grow increasingly irritable the moment he realized what he’d done.
He despised her for pretending to be a bar hooker to deceive him, and for causing Rishima to fall into Roberto’s hands. But now, seeing her lying weak and vulnerable, his heart throbbed with a faint pang of pity.
"Fine, consider this a favor out of respect for your filial piety. I’ll help you get your father out of prison."
...
At Roberto’s villa.
"Jenna, you haven’t taken your medicine today. Hurry up and take it." Roberto brought the glass of water and pills to Rishima.
Rishima pressed her lips together tightly, her eyes filled with resistance. The medicine was unbearably bitter, just the smell made her want to gag.
"Roberto..."
She was about to plead with him to let her skip the dose, but upon seeing the dark, menacing look on his face, she immediately swallowed her words.
In truth, she had been trying to avoid taking the medicine for days. But the moment she flushed it down the toilet, Roberto somehow found out and ordered the housekeeper to bring her another dose. It was then that Rishima realized Roberto had been watching her constantly.
Left with no choice, Rishima fought back her nausea and took the medicine from Roberto’s hand.
"Jenna, you're such a good girl."
 After seeing Rishima take her medicine, Roberto’s expression immediately brightened. He gently stroked her head, then pulled her into his arms, finally leaning in as if to kiss her on the lips.
Rishima's eyes widened as she pushed him away, alarmed,  "Roberto, I’m your sister."
"So what if you are? Can’t siblings kiss?"
Roberto smiled at her and spoke gently, "When we were little, I kissed you every day and you never resisted."
He said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Until now, he had refrained from touching her out of concern for her feelings, but now that her health had improved, he could no longer hold back his desire to be close to her.
"Jenna..." Roberto leaned in again, trying to kiss her.
"Roberto, please don’t," Rishima said, pushing him away.
His face darkened instantly, but he didn’t force her. Instead, he spoke earnestly, "Jenna, lately there have been all sorts of flies trying to sneak into the house and steal you away from me, and it makes me feel incredibly insecure. So… will you do the mating ritual with me? That way, no one can take you from me."
Rishima’s eyes widened and she shouted,  "I’m your sister!"
Even though she knew they weren’t biologically related, she still couldn’t become his mate.
Roberto’s face grew stormy, his tone laced with warning, "Jenna, as long as you agree, no one can say a word. You should remember, from the moment you were born, your destiny was to be with me."
But Rishima shook her head in fear, "No. I will never be your mate. I’ll find the one who is truly destined for me."
Her meaning was clear. She didn’t love Roberto, and so she couldn’t become his mate. In this, she was exactly like Jenna.
Roberto was so enraged that his eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulging across his forehead. His pupils trembled violently as his hands clenched into tight fists.
Roberto rushed forward, grabbing Rishima by the collar and shouting, "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you’re my Jenna? Even if Jenna were here, she wouldn’t dare refuse me, do you understand?"
Bang!
Roberto hurled Rishima backward with force. Her head slammed against the wall, and a surge of pain immediately swept through her body, leaving her in agony.
Panicking, Roberto hurried over to help her up. "I’m sorry, Jenna. I didn’t mean to hit you. I just like you so much. As long as you behave, I’ll love you deeply. You’re not allowed to leave me. Jenna… Jenna…"
He held Rishima tightly in his arms, his gaze unwavering. No matter the cost, he had to keep Rishima by his side. Anyone who tried to take her away, must die.
Rishima looked at him, the corner of her mouth curling into a mocking smile. She said, "My name isn’t Jenna. I’m clearly Rishima."

The atmosphere in the living room froze. Roberto grabbed Rishima’s shoulders and shouted, "I said you’re Jenna, so you’re Jenna! You have nothing to do with that female Rishima anymore."